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rubywonu · 6 months

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“i've got some shit i should mention, pretend my ego is dying, ask me if i love attention, and I'll say no, but i'm lying”

summary: in which seungcheol missed on countless important event with you and you decided it was time for confrontation.

pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader

genre: angst to fluff, not mentioned but established idol!au

warnings: arguments, swear words.

w/c: 2.7k

nia’s notes: i don’t know what is just wrote. song is loved by b.i

it was your birthday and the person you wanted to celebrate it with was nowhere to be found. it was a small get-together, consisting of a few of your friends and your boyfriend, who was not there.

you checked your messages and you were a bit let down when the message wasn't seen. it was like seungcheol was ghosting you. for the past few days, your boyfriend was always at his studio. seungcheol would disappear way before you would wake up and return hours past midnight. for some time, you wondered if he was even coming home.

for the whole party, you were glued to your phone hoping cheol messaged you back or saw your message, but each time you were disappointed.

you tried to stay alive and cheerful for your party but it was hard to do so. by the time your friends left, you were angry and sad. each year you and seungcheol would stay up till midnight and write letters to each other for your birthday. it was a stupid tradition but it kept your love alive and this year, you were questioning if it would happen.

you sat down on the couch, after bidding your friends goodbye and you checked your phone, again. you let out a long sigh as you were let down, once again. it was funny to you when you remembered all the other times you were disappointed by your boyfriend.

for the past few weeks, you and seungcheol were supposed to go on dates, and each time, cheol canceled last minute with the same excuse, i'm stuck in the studio, sorry.

this time you were sure you weren't going to let it happen again. so with a bold choice in your mind, you changed your clothes, to one of cheol's sweatshirts and a sweatpant from your closet. you walked over to the counter, trying to find your car keys. you smacked your head slightly when you realized that your car was at the repair shop. it looked like you had to walk to the building, it wasn't far so you had no problem with it.

so you locked the door to your apartment and walked out of your house, slightly regretting not wearing a jacket. the wind was chilly and it burned when it touched your face. you winced as you wrapped your hands around you, you tried to speed walk to the building when you saw the storm clouds coming over in your direction.

in a matter of a few minutes, you reach the company and you let your shoulders relax at the heat inside. you smiled at the receptionist when you walked over to the elevator.

you pressed the floor button and waited to arrive. the ding snapped out out of your thoughts and made your way to the studio room where your boyfriend would be.

you opened the door a little bit, in hopes of surprising seungcheol. "cheol." you called out and the man in front of you snapped his head to meet you. you expected him to be happy maybe even a little glad, but not in a million years did you expect seungcheol to be angry.

"what are you doing here?" seungcheol stood up from his seat. he looked stressed out and it worried you. you walked inside and closed the door behind you. it the light, you were able to look at him more clearly and you were concerned. the lack of sleep was evident on his face, dark circles were present under his eyes.

"well, i got worried when you didn't show up at home, so i decided to stop by." you smiled trying to relax your boyfriend, it was clear to say you did quite the opposite.

"you don't have to come here, go home, it'll take me a few more hours." you were shocked at his words.

"what do you mean a few more hours? cheol what about our tradition?" you asked feeling heartbroken at the behaviour your boyfriend was showing you.

"i don't have time for that, yn. my work is more important." if seungcheol was awake, he was sure he wouldn't say the things he was about to.

you were taken aback at his cold tone and even more when cheol sat down at this desk, continuing his work. "what are you saying? do you mean it?"

"yes. yes, i mean it, now get out." the harsh words that came out of seungcheol's mouth felt like a knife pushing through your heart.

"seungcheol, you need sleep and food, come on let's go home." you walked over to your boyfriend, and gently put your hand on his arm. that seemed to piss him off more.

"i need to complete this, yn. either leave by yourself or i'll do it." seungcheol was sleepy, hungry, and drained. he wasn't in his right mind and each word he said proved exactly that.

"what? do you realize what you're saying?" you were angry, you were pissed at the way he was speaking towards you.

"yn, i don't have time for you or your petty fights, just leave." seungcheol rubbed his hands over his face while he pleaded with you.

you didn't know when but a lone tear cascaded down your eye. you were hurt beyond explanation. "what?" each time seungcheol said a word, your heart cracked and bled in despair.

"leave, yn!" you flinched at the intensity of his voice and moved back. "god, you're so needy, it's annoying." cheol mumbled as he went back to his laptop. you walked away from him and towards the door, trying to contain your tears. you couldn't believe that the mouth that whispered praises and confessions was leaving you in pain, for the first time choi seungcheol made you cry, no he made you sob.

you slammed the door behind you and quickly walked outside the building, in the elevator you could feel yourself breaking down, you put your hand on your mouth, trying to soften your sobs, but it didn't work. without looking back, you excited the building, regretting that decision when you felt the big droplets of water fall on you, it was raining.

you needed shelter but there was no way you were going back into the building, especially after what had just happened. so you put your head down and slowly made your way back to your house, being extremely careful to not slip at any given moment.

before you stormed out of the hybe building, someone saw you leave and was very concerned about your condition. it was obvious for him to realize the culprit of this incident. so he walked over to the elevator, making his way over to seungcheol's studio.

he rushed over and opened the door, confusion visible on his face. "seungcheol." the mentioned man turned around and he became more annoyed. sure, seungcheol regretted what he said to you, but working on a time crunch can do that to people, it didn't look like his fault. "why did yn leave, crying, no seungcheol, she was sobbing, why?"

"i do not want to deal with your bullshit as well, jeonghan just leave." seungcheol regretted the statement as soon as it left your mouth, even more, when he saw the anger displayed on jeonghan's face.

jeonghan was like a brother to you, and the both of you became extremely close when you and seungcheol started dating, you became closer with han.

"shut up and listen to me." jeonghan started. "what did you do for yn, one of the happiest people on the face of this planet, sob while leaving the building. and before you ask me questions like how i know, or something stupid like that just remember that you promised to not make her cry."

jeonghan didn't know what he was saying but he kept on going before falling on the couch in exhaustion. on the other hand, seungcheol remained silent. he didn't realize the gravity of the situation until jeonghan screamed at him.

each word came back to haunt him, he could visualize the perfect smile on your beautiful fade into a gradient of hurt and sadness. seungcheol sat there wanting to take back everything he said that hurt you in any form but that wasn't possible. seungcheol had hurt you beyond description and oh boy, did he feel disappointment rush through his blood.

it didn't prepare him for what he was about to hear though. "gosh, i do hope yn reached home safe, it's pouring real bad." he heard jeonghan mutter and seungcheol felt his heart drop. his eyes were wide and his stance was ready to sprint but he couldn't move. "what?"

"it's raining outside, i hope yn can see anything from the car." once again, seungcheol felt his world stop spinning.

"yn's car is at the repair shop." seungcheol said slowly as the realization hit him. he saw jeonghan turn to him and ask him to repeat himself. "yn doesn't have her car."

this was the last straw, before completing his sentence, seungcheol ran out of the room, and completely ignored jeonghan's call behind him to grab a jacket. but he didn't care, all he cared about was you and he hurt you.

seungcheol spammed the elevator call button, furiously. he was angry at himself, angry at the world, he was angry at everything and everyone but you.

"fuck!" seungcheol screamed and rushed over to the stairs. he started to rapidly climb down the stairs. he was on the higher floors but he did not care at all.

once he reached the base of the stairs, he slammed open the door and ran out of the building, not minding the glances he received while doing so.

the rain looked worse than jeonghan made it seem, big droplets were clouding his vision but he moved on. seungcheol slowly started to walk into the rain while scouting all his sides in hopes of finding you.

he saw a small figure pushing through the cold rain and he immediately knew it was you by the familiar sweatshirt. and then seungcheol ran, he ran for his life. he didn't care about the slipperiness of the ground and he didn't care when the rain got harder, the only thing he cared for you so he ran in search of your warm body.

he was right behind you now, and he grabbed your arm, regretting it as soon as he saw you flinch at the touch. "yn, it's me." seungcheol spoke with a soft voice and he begged the gods for you to be alright with his presence, but it looked like his prayers were skipped.

you pulled your hand away and continued to walk away, leaving seungcheol's heart to shatter. "get away from me."

"yn, listen to me, please." seungcheol didn't give up just yet, he ran in front of you and held you by your shoulders, trying to be as gentle as possible. "let's just go back to the studio, i promise we'll talk there."

"you don't care about me, did you forget about it already?" you moved away from your boyfriend and walked away from him, again.

"what do you mean?" you turned around at seungcheol's ridiculous statement and scoffed, anger seeping into your face.

"'what do you mean?' are you crazy choi seungcheol." cheol flinched at you calling him his full name, ever since the both of you started dating, he had never heard his name come out of your mouth like that, and boy did it hurt.

"first of all, you gave up on our tradition, you know how much it means to me but you left that. then, you disregarded me, seungcheol. i was worried about you and what did you do? you screamed at me, telling me to leave you alone and as if that's not bad enough you proceeded to call me clingy and needy, you said you were annoyed by my actions. since when did my care and love for you turn annoying? i was looking out for you, but you took my heart and broke it."

seungcheol didn't realize how much he messed up until he heard your feelings and regret swarmed his whole body.

"and you did it all on what was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life, my birthday." your voice cracked and tears struck down your face.

realization came sticking to cheol as he stood there in shock. he forgot about it because of his hard schedule, he forgot your birthday. you turned around, trying you hide your crying face.

behind you, seungcheol pondered at his bad decisions. he hated himself, he hated the way he made you feel, and he hated to be the reason for your sadness.

for the past month, you and seungcheol had talked about all the things the both of you wanted to do for your birthday and they were in contrast to what was actually happening. what was supposed to be a day filled with loving you turned into a day where your relationship was in danger.

"i'm sorry. i'm sorry." seungcheol's soft voice behind you only made you cry harder. you turned around, and the sight left you speechless.

seungcheol was on his knees, he was crying. "i'm so sorry, yn." the rain and your boyfriend's harsh sobs were the only things you could hear, apart from your own cries.

no matter how angry you were with seungcheol, it pained for you to see a man so strong break down in tears while on his knees. you joined him on the floor, and the both of you cried while holding each other in the rain, gaining warmth from the other.

"im so sorry, im so sorry for everything i did. im so sorry for the way i spoke to you, you didn't deserve it. you were just trying to be a good girlfriend but i screamed at you, i'm so sorry. please forgive me, don't leave me, yn, please."

seungcheol's ramble made you cry harder, you pulled away from him and grabbed his face, making him look at you. "i'm not going to leave you, don't worry." you go up and pulled seungcheol up as well. "let's go home and talk there."

the both of you walked hand in hand in silence, wiping the tears on the way, the rain washing away your tears and replacing them with a cloud of sadness. when you reached home, without talking you and seungcheol walked into separate bathrooms to clean up. it was obvious that both of you wanted to talk about it but the wound was too fresh.

you finished your shower and dried your hair, you were currently walking to the guest bedroom where seungcheol was cleaning up. you opened the door and seungcheol was on the bed, the room was dark, and he was drying his hair. you heard a sniffle and it damaged you.

you made your way in front of your seungcheol grabbed the towel without saying anything and proceeded to rub his hair. as you did this, seungcheol's tears only started to come out faster.

you dropped the towel on the bed and placed your hand on his face, seungcheol leaning into it. you swiped your finger under his eyes and removed his tears. the action only seemed to make him cry more.

"i'm so sorry." you pulled him into a hug, and seungcheol immediately responded by placing his hands around your waist and pulling you in as close as possible.

"it's okay baby, i didn't like it at all but i understand where it came from, so i forgive you. just promise not to do that again." seungcheol's eyes snapped open no light up at your words.

"thank you, i promise to never make you cry ever again. i'll cancel all my plans for the next week, it'll be you and me, that's it." seungcheol stood up and held your waist, your hands immediately going to his neck. you smiled at his enthusiasm and it was then you realized he was sincere. the both of you kissed, leaving the troubles of the day to be washed away by the rain, and you and seungcheol emerged like a rainbow during the pain.

and from that day onwards, seungcheol never broke his promises, he never let you cry and most of all, seungcheol never forgot to make you feel loved.

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sturniololovesss · 25 days

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Wasted Prom Night

☆Sturniolo's Little Sister Series☆

Summary: Y/N gets asked out by her crush for prom but he lies and cancels on her last minute,making Y/N heartbroken and sad as she sees his insta story.

But,later,Alex,her best friend,makes it up to her.

Warnings: angst,lying.

Disclaimer: The triplets are 20 and reader is 16! And she's been living with them since they were 18.

Lia is Chris's Girlfriend who also lives with them.

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12:45 p.m

Tuesday (4 days until Prom.)

I stood in the hallway,talking to my bestfriend,Alex,as we leaned on the lockers.

"So,where are we going for Prom night?" Alex asked,knowing that the both of us don't have dates.

Before I could answer,I heard my name call from behind me,revealing Reese, thee high-school heartthrob of Fieldrich Private Highschool,holding up a sign.

"Y/N," he started, "Will you go to prom with me." He asked as he pushed a bouquet of flowers in my face.

I smiled from ear-to-ear as I nodded rapiddly. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I said as I took the bouquet from his hand gently as he arose from the ground,hugging me.

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5:00 p.m

Saturday (Present/Prom Day)

My brothers,Lia and I,sat at the table eating dinner as they asked me questions about tonight.

"So,are you excited?" Lia asked as she nudged my shoulder,making me giggle like a 5-year-old.

"I'm real-" I started but got cut off by my phone notification beep,Reese's contact coming up on the notification. I opened the text eagerly,but my excitement went away as i read it.

Reese 🫶🏻

Hey,I'm gonna have to cancel,I'm not feeling to good.

Y/N

Oh. Okay,yeah,no problem. I totally get it. Get better soon!

Reese 🫶🏻

Thanks,gotta go.

I cleared my throat before answering, "Uhm,Reese cancelled,he said he's sick." I said as dissapointment spread across my face.

"Aww,I'm sorry Y/N. Do you want one of us to g-" Matt said as I cut him off.

"No. It's okay,I guess I can stay home. I mean,it's not like I would've had any fun with all of those people." I said as I shrugged it off.

"But you've dreamt about going to prom ever since you were 11,Y/N. And it's finally happening." Nick said as he took a bite of his food.

I cleared my throat again before speaking, "It's okay,I mean,Alex's mom is chaperoning. He'll tell me about it tomorrow." I spoke.

Turns out,when Reese asked me to the dance,Alex agreed to help his mom chaperone so that he wouldn't be alone.

"Y/N,this is a big part of highschool you're missing out on." Chris chimed in to the conversation.

"Yeah,your brother's right hun. My prom was a highlight to my 20 years of life." Lia said as she smiled at me.

"Well,I guess I'll have to highlight something else from my life." I said lowly as I toyed my food around my plate with the metal fork in my hand.

Chris noticed this and spoke up, "Y/N,are you sure?" He asked as his gaze locked on mine.

"Yeah! I mean it's not like my date just cancelled without a reason. He's just sick,I'll just,be in my room,binge watching 'The Vampire Diaries'." I said as I continued eating.

"Y/N,I kn-" Matt started once again but I cut him off,not wanting to hear about the topic again.

"Can we drop it please? I said I'm fine,don't treat me like I'm hurt." I said,raising my voice a little,leaving my seat,putting the dirty plate in the sink.

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7:28 p.m

As I watched the continuing show on the tv,I couldn't help but feel bad about my little scene in the kitchen.

I sighed as I went downstairs to see my 3 brothers and Lia,watching a movie on the couch as I walked up to them.

"Hey kid. You okay?" Matt asked as I walked up to him,sitting down between him and Nick.

"Yeah,I just wanted to say sorry for raising my voice earlier. I didn't mean to." I said as I looked down guiltily.

"Hey,it's okay. I should've just left it there. Now come on,let's just watch 'Batman' and forget it." Matt said,making me chuckle.

Just then,I heard my phone vibrate,a notification from instagram coming up on my screen.

reese_matthews posted on their story! Check it out!

I opened my phone,oblivious of the story I was gonna see.

My face dropped and tears poked at my water line as I saw Reese with a girl dancing.

She was stunning,her hair icy blonde,her skin,a perfect tan,and her face was like a model's-beautiful,really beautiful.

The text on the story was:

The hottest dates in the dance

My jaw started shaking as my eyes began to flow water like a river.

A sign that Nick picked up quickly, "Hey,hey. Y/N are you okay?" He asked as Matt,Chris and Lia's head snapped at me.

"He lied,he lied to me." I whispered as the tears flowed more.

"It's okay,come on. He's a jerk. He doesn't know what he missed out on." Matt said as he joined Nick in comforting me and soon,Lia and Chris were comforting me as well.

"It's okay,it's okay." Lia said as she rubbed my leg soothingly.

I sniffled before I got up from the couch, "I'm going to my room." I said as I got up front the couch to my room that was next to Nick's.

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7:58 p.m

I watched my phone sadly,the tears that were falling down my face were now dried,the only thing left behind were wet stains.

I tapped through my classmates' stories of the prom,stopping at Reese's.

Him and his date stood on the stage as our principal announced that they won prom king and queen.

I threw my phone on the side of me,as I held my feet up to my chest,resting my head on them.

I heard a knock and then Nick's voice, "N/N? Alex wants to see you." He said as he cracked the door open.

I perked my head up as I watched him poke his head through the door, "Alex is here?" I asked as I got up from my bed.

He smiled, "Yeah,can you come downstairs?" He said as he opened the door fully.

I nodded as I walked through the door,heading to the kitchen as Nick followed behind me.

I stepped into the kitchen,to see Alex standing infront of the stairs.

He had a flower boquet arm band in his hand as he smiled.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as I smiled at him.

"Uhm,well....I came here to carry you to the dance you've dreamt to attend since we moved here with our families." He said as he walked closer to me.

"So,it is with honour,I ask you, Y/N,will you go to the prom dance with me? Or,atleast the rest of it?" He asked as he put the arm band down,walking up to me,holding my hand.

"Will you lie to me too?" I asked with a smile,my voice still slightly groggy from crying about Reese.

"I would be an idiot if I did." Alex said as he smiled,making me chuckled.

"Then yes,I would love to go to the rest of prom with you." I said as I hugged him.

"Ok,ok! If you wanna go to that dance,you gotta get ready. Fast!" Lia said as she held my hand,rjshing me upstairs.

As Lia tied my hair,I could just imagine how she looked at her prom. Her pretty curly hair contoring her dark skin. Sometimes I wonder how Chris bagged her.

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8:30 p.m

As I walked downstairs,I saw my 3 brothers and Alex smile as thier eyes followed me.

"You look beautiful." Alex said as he walked up to me,putting the arm band around my wrist.

"You don't look bad yourself champ." I chuckled as Alex joined in.

"Wait,wait! I gotta get a picture with this before I miss this!" Chris said as he picked up his phone.

As he snapped the picture,Matt and Nick started nagging him to send it to them.

After Matt got his picture,he turned to me and Alex, "Are you guys ready? I'll drop you guys." Matt asked as he shook his keys in the air.

"Uhh,yeah. Let's go!" I said as I held Alex's hand walking out the room.

As we walked to the stairs,we hear Chris and Nick yell, "Don't have too much fun!" They yelled making me,Alex and Matt chuckle.

As Matt opened the door for us,he whispered, "Seriously,please don't. I don't want them to kill me." He said,making me rool my eyes and Alex to nod his head.

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8:43 p.m

As we walked into the prom,music blasted into our ears as the smell of sweat and punch filled the air.

I watched around the room,catching the eyes of Reese,locking eyes with him.

But I couldn't help but feel happy I'm with Alex,making me look away and turn to Alex,holding his arm tighter.

"Hey! I'm gonna get us some punch for us! My mom's over there if you wanna go." Alex said as I nodded.

Just then,Reese came up to me, "Huh? You're here. Alone. How suprising." He said as his date came up to him.

"No,actually. I'm with my date. My better date." I said as I crossed my hands.

"No one's better than my Reese. No wonder he chose me. Someone.....better." His date said,eyeing me up and down.

I felt like crying but before I could,Alex came up to me,giving me a cup of punch and putting his arm around me.

"Hey Momma's boy! Aren't you supposed to be with Mommy?" Reese asked as him and his date laughed.

"No actually,I'm here with my date." He said as he motioned to me.

"It's sad you missed out this Reese. Probably shouldn't have been an asshole." Alex continued,smiling sarcastically.

"Yeah,yeah. I don't regret it. I would choose Ria (his date) over Y/N any day." Reese spoke as his date walked away.

"Hmm,Well just so you know,Ri has different plans." Alex said as he pointed at Ria flirting with a random boy.

As reese walked away from us,we chuckled in unison.

"Let's forget about him and dance! C'mon we have until 10:00 p.m! Let's make the best of it." Alex aaid as he pulled us onto the dance floor.

That night was definitely the highlight of highschool life,I'm glad i listened to Lia and my brothers.

It was a fairy tale.

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So,I really love this!

Anyway,requests are always open!!

LOVE Y'ALL!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

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billthedrake · 1 year

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GOALS (PART FOUR)

Story idea by and collaboration with top son Turner ([email protected]).

[AUSTIN]

The holidays were tough. Thanksgiving meant family time for Scott. Shannon was back home and Scott took time off to spend with his wife and daugher. He even canceled our Tuesday session that week.

I had a full couple of days of training sessions to preemptively make up for the holiday. Wednesday afternoon, I made the drive an hour to my Mom's aunt's place where we always spent the holiday, at least since my parents' divorce. It was my first time visiting since I'd come out to them, and I was a little nervous. They acted like nothing was different though. Maybe nothing was different. I was still little Austin in their eyes, and nothing too much had changed.

I texted Scott throughout the day, like I did pretty much every day now. We used a different app to be discreet. By midday though his texts stopped, so I decided to give him a break and let him enjoy family time.

December also meant not as much Scott Delahunt time as I wanted. The man had some work obligations - corporate holiday parties, fundraisers, attending social events from his and his wife's circle of friends. By mid-December, too, Shannon was back home.

Scott seemed apologetic. One evening after our sessions, we were back at my place for a quickie. I used to love quickie sex, and I still did, but that's all we had time for lately. Still, Scott made a show of stripping down for me and getting on his knees in my living room. "Let me take care of you buddy," he hissed.

I still occasionally blew Scott, but it was rare now. And when time was short we went for the basics. His mouth on my cock.

I'd been worked up, and I lasted no more than a minute and a half. Scott greedily gulped my seed. He didn't even pull back to taste the cum, he just let his throat milk me. He'd gotten real good at relaxing his throat.

My prick plopped out of his lips with a smack. Scott had a proud satisfied look on his face as he slowly stroked the lower part of my rod. "Sorry I've not had much time for you, man," he said.

"You don't have to apologize, Scott," I said. "Your family comes first. I mean that."

He looked at me, a little emotional. "Wish I didn't have to choose," he admitted.

"You don't," I said. "But can I get a kiss before you head out?"

"Definitely," he grinned as he stood up. Even with a quick suck, he'd managed to cum in his fist, and I saw his spike still pulsing.

"MMMhhh," he moaned as our bodies connected, then our lips.

"Something to tide me over," he said dreamily as we pulled back.

I had been sincere about wanting Scott to enjoy his family time. But I also knew Christmas would be another tough stretch. Scott and I had no definite plans, but I'd bought him a nice golf-attire zip-up and some expensive golf balls. I wasn't sure when I'd have a chance to give them to him.

Turns out the Saturday before Christmas I got a private message from Scott. Around 7 AM, but I didn't get it until closer to 8, when I woke up.

"Short notice, buddy, but you have any free time today?"

My morning wood jerked even harder. "Yeah, absolutely," I wrote. "When is good?" Saturday usually meant a morning workout and afternoons cleaning up the apartment. But I knew I'd rearrange my schedule to his.

"Kelly and Shannon are going shopping late morning. Wanna meet at my office? Should be quiet there."

We set up a tentative plan. Which two hours later became less tentative. I was able to fit my workout in and shower, then drove straight to his work building right from the gym. Traffic was heavy with the run-up to Christmas, but I still made it on time. It was the first time I'd ever been to Scott's work. He did a great job of keeping me separate from his regular life. I think he thought I'd be offended by that, but I had experience dating married men. Maybe too much.

He was waiting at the entrance. It was cold out, and he had a knee-length camel-colored winter coat on and a plaid scarf that set off his handsome features and silvery temples. "Hey," he smiled as he took his hands out of his pocket and offered his hand for a shake.

It felt weird to shake his hand, but we were in public and this was Scott in his business mode. He was even wearing a suit.

"What's going on?" I asked, chuckling some.

Scott had an impish grin. "I thought we'd have a private Christmas celebration. Just you and me."

"Here?" I asked.

"Here, buddy," he said with a wink. "Come on."

I followed him and I felt nervous. Mostly because it felt like we were risking something by walking into his office building together, even on a Saturday.

It was deserted of course, except for the security guard. "Good day, Mr. Delahunt..." the older African-American man greeted. "Another working weekend?"

"Fraid so," Scott said. "Have some project materials to give Matt here..." he lied.

The man waved us on and soon we were taking the elevator up, way up. I think I had a fantasy idea of what a C-suite office would look like. Scott Delahunt's corner office lived up to that fantasy. Spacious, amazing view, modern furnishings, big desk.

He shut the door behind us and took off his overcoat. He wore one of his pinstripe suits, along with a banker-striped shirt and patterned tie.

I set down the shopping bag I carried, one with his presents. "I brought you your Christmas gifts," I said, excited for him to open it.

He seemed pleased and said, "I have one for you, too, buddy.... but first things first... why don't you have a seat.... over in my chair."

"You mean?"

He nodded. "It's your fantasy, right?"

I'd told him about this one all right. Turns out Scott was determined to make it a reality. I'd barely sat down in his plush leather swivel chair when the middle-aged exec undid his coat button and knelt down on the floor in front of me, almost half under his own desk. He reached out and ran his hands up my jeans and then undid my fly.

I was rock hard within seconds. Particularly as his fingers pulled down my boxer briefs and freed me for his inspection.

"How does your fantasy go?" he asked as he gave my hard tool soft gentle strokes.

"Pretty much like this," I gulped. "The big boss servicing me at his desk."

He took his eyes off my cock and looked up at me. So frickin handsome in his suit and tie. "You like being the big boss for a change, huh?"

"Oh god," I grunted and nodded. Amazed he was indulging my turns on so effortlessly.

"Well, sit back and enjoy," he hissed. Then he took me into his mouth. He was slower than normal. Almost torturously sly. I could tell he wanted me to relish this scene. I'd dreamed of it, and here Scott was, delivering it on a silver platter. His hot executive mouth working me up and down. His suit bunching up some as he hunched his shoulders to brace his upper body on my thighs.

Soon those slow strokes were going deep. All the way to my pubes. "Ah FUCK!" I hissed. Looking around the walls and out the window. Amazed I could enjoy this professional space of his as our private sexual space. "Suck my cock, boss!" I hissed.

My hand rested on his head and now pushed him down on me with each deep swallow. Just enough roughness to turn me on, but not so much as to freak Scott out. He seemed to sense my need and one hand left my thigh to take my wrist to guide it to his head.

I pumped his throat now, lifting my hips off that chair to fuck into his hot mouth. I tested his gag reflex, once but only once. Amazingly he took it for the twenty or thirty seconds it took me to work toward my cum. I looked out the window once more, then back down on his reddened face, a tear forming from the corner of his eye. My hot cocksucking dad.

I blasted. Thankfully I let up my grip when I did, and Scott pulled off for a quick gasp of air as I painted my belly with come. Until his mouth took me in to suck the rest. When I was done Scott pulled off and started licking the sperm from my abdomen. Sucking it all up.

I could tell he was hard in his suit when he pulled back. "Merry Christmas, stud."

"Maybe I can return the favor." Like I said, I rarely offered to blow Scott these days. But I didn't like how his wife sometimes cut him off, and this was the holidays...

I knew I'd said the right thing. "Yeah?" He stood up and reached down to unzip. "I know you're into being the top... but it's been so long since I've had a good blow job buddy. And you were the one to give it to me."

His spike popped out, leaking and ready. I wheeled the chair in and started licking him. I knew it wouldn't take long to suck him off. I decided to enjoy this, feeling that spike fill my mouth and the soft gentle in and out motions as I bobbed on him.

"Getting there, man," he warned, spreading his legs. Then I felt that dick jerk in my mouth and flood my craw with his daddy seed. I suckled a little as I swallowed then pulled off.

"I don't do that for you enough," I muttered. Torn between my fantasy of dad-fucking sex and the reality of being grateful for Scott Delahunt and what he meant to me.

Scott nodded as he tucked back in. "You do prefer to be serviced," he observed.

"Pretty much," I blushed.

He looked at me thoughtfully then leaned down for a soft kiss. He patted my shoulder as he leaned back up. "I love making you happy, Austin. You know that. But maybe, you think, on occasion, we can find a way for that?"

"Yeah," I conceded. "You must think I'm an asshole."

He reached in his coat pocket. "Here's how much of an asshole I consider you," he smirked. "A little early Christmas present."

"I think I know what it is," I said as I opened the card. There were two Titans tickets and a gift card for TopGolf.

"I know you're not a regular golfer, but I figured it would be fun if you wanted to go some time. You know, when the weather's warm."

"That'd be awesome," I said. I then looked at the inscription of the card.

"Merry Christmas, Austin.... Thank you for making me a new man. Love, Scott."

I bit my lip then looked up at the man, who was looking at me with such openness. "You like making me emotional, don't ya?" I laughed.

"It's a good look on you," he smiled.

"Well, I have some gifts for you, too," I said. "You can read the card later, if you like."

Scott rooted in the bag and pulled out the card. "I can't read it now?"

"You can," I said. "But it's corny."

"I like corny," he winked and undid the envelope flap. It was another one of my heartfelt letters inside. Talking about how I never got along with my dad, but I considered Scott to be the kind of dad I wished I'd had.

He looked up at me. "Oh, buddy."

"Too much?" I asked.

"Not at all," he said. "I'm honored. Truly."

I blushed. I wasn't used to being this vulnerable with another guy. "Just a warning: the gifts are kinda 'dad' gifts."

Scott laughed and pulled out the small box, the golf balls. "Nice," he said. Then looking up at me. "You ever think about playing? For real?"

"I'd need a hell of a lot of practice," I said. "Or maybe lessons."

"That could be arranged," he smiled. He looked me up and down. "You got the strength and athletic ability to do real well."

I thanked him then nodded to the bigger box. "Open the other one."

He seemed genuinely wowed by the golf top. "It's perfect, man," he said. Then leaned forward for a kiss. "Listen, I got about an hour and a half before I gotta be back. What do you think of grabbing some lunch somewhere?"

It wasn't fancy or anything. Just a regular burger lunch spot. But in my eyes Scott and I had our Christmas meal together there. It would become our tradition, actually.

[SCOTT]

"Come on, it'll be fun," I said to my daughter. "We've done Europe three summers in a row."

"Your father has gotten on one of his mid-life kicks," Kelly explained.

"We both have," I reminded her. I wasn't the one who'd signed up for baking classes.

Shannon giggled. As much as I sometimes griped to Austin about my spoiled daughter, it was still always great to see her. She was young and happy and her happiness was infectious. "I just can't believe you've been using Austin as your trainer."

Kelly sidled up to the kitchen island with a wine glass in hand. She liked to let loose over the holidays. "I think Austin has some extra business because of him," he put her arms around my shoulder. "My girlfriends all have pestered their husbands to go to him."

I blushed. Maybe I was a grade-A heel for acting like everything was normal. Like I wasn't having sex with Austin a couple of times a week. But I'd been open about developing a close friendship with my trainer. It was kind of in an "I always did like that kid" kind of tone.

But this was more. I had told Kelly and Shannon my dream of hiking Glacier National Park and was upfront this was something Austin was helping me train for. We'd be doing spring hikes in Tennessee and aim for a July trip out west. Austin and I would do the hike and then we'd meet in some resort.

"Linda Price says Jackson Hole is overrated," Kelly chimed in. "She says the smaller resorts are the real deal and much nicer."

"Can I bring Bryan?" Shannon asked. Her boyfriend of the moment.

"Of course," I said. "And some friends if you like." Maybe I figured that this would help sell the trip. But also, I knew it would be awkward to seem like I saw making Shannon's ex the only other person there.

"How come you didn't ask me to do the hike, Dad?" Shannon teased. She could get in her "girl boss" mode sometimes.

I shrugged. "You strike me as more the glamping type."

She laughed. "Maybe. Yeah."

[AUSTIN]

I really worked Scott hard that Tuesday.

"You should have pity on an old man," he teased as we walked out to our cars. It was February and plenty dark out at 8.

"I know what I'm doing," I asserted. "I specialize in training older guys, remember."

"I remember," he said. Then, quietly, Scott asked. "Have there been others? Besides me?"

He didn't spell it out but I knew what he meant. "You serious?" I asked.

"That’s not a no," he said.

"No one else," I assured him. "Yeah, sure, sometimes it's fun to look but you're the one exception to my business-only rule."

He liked that answer. I liked that he liked it. "Hell of an exception, buddy.'

I laughed. "Got time to come back to my place?" Sometimes he didn't but this was as close to routine as we'd get.

"You bet."

He was surprised when he walked in. I had a massage table set up in my living room.

"What's this?" he laughed. "Starting a side business?"

I'm not licensed," I explained. "But we did sports massage some in Kinesiology at UT."

He looked at me. "For me?"

I grinned. "I can't afford a fancy gift, but you have a birthday this week." I pointed to the table. "Come on, strip down and I'll help you relax."

He grinned and started taking off his workout sweats. I enjoyed seeing him hard. But I urged him to lie face down first.

I took my time. I applied massage oil to his daddy muscle and slowly worked it in. Like a lot of exec types, Scott was tense as hell, and our workout hadn't helped. But he moaned and shut his eyes softly as I worked him.

I did what I knew how, but there was a lot of improvising. And some more sensual, sexual stimulation, up the insides of his thighs, and along his ass.

“Turn over,” I instructed. There was his rigid spike again, leaking on his belly. But I didn't touch it. I started with his temples, then down his neck and shoulders. I could sense the tension leave him, even if I wasn't an expert.

Or else the tension was going straight to his prick. I went to the other end. I started with the calves and worked up the legs, one then the other. Finally I grabbed hold of his hardon with my oiled hand and pumped.

I didn't have any special technique here, either, but I was mimicking a tug motion, like milking a cow's udder. Scott was so worked up. He opened his eyes. Hungrily feasting on my shirtless body.

"Austin!" he hissed. And like that sperm flew out, over my first and up onto his chest.

His body tensed in aftershocks, then he reached out to touch my own tented crotch. "Let me do you," he urged. I'd been ready to make this a special Scott day. But I wasn't gonna turn down a blow job. I pulled my sweats down and let my hard cock just toward his face.

Scott twisted his position and took me into his mouth. He'd gotten so good at this. Rapidly he worked his head and up and down while I took in the vision of his naked body. Older, beautiful, just having had its own release.

I pulled out. My prick spurted on Scott's tongue which got him to open wide for the rest of my load. Some of it hit his chin and dribbled down but the man caught most of it before circling his lips back on me to suck it all down.

"You've never done that," he remarked when he finally sat up.

"Yeah, I wanted to see the cum," I explained.

"Was hot," he said as he leaned in for a kiss.

I let him shower the oil off. "I'm gonna sleep well," he said as he came in fully dressed again. Ready to head back home.

"I'm glad. Happy early birthday, Scott."

"I won't be able to spend any time with you this weekend," he explained.

"I get it," I assured him. "For real."

He gave me a nod. I could see some conflicted emotions but stoically he walked out of my pace and into the February cold.

[SCOTT]

Two years ago I would have hated a place like this. But it was a warm March day and I was hanging out with Austin at TopGolf. It was a blast. He had a competitive streak and though I was a better hitter, he had some power in his drives. He got into keeping tally of our scores.

"Good thing it's not a putt putt challenge," he said. "My Dad would always take us when we were in Gatlinburg. I got pretty good."

"How long ago was that?" I asked as I sipped my beer.

"A while," he admitted. "But a few of my buddies and I would actually go play when we were in college. We'd get hammered then make bets on who'd get the best score."

I laughed. "Sounds like a country club," I deadpanned. "Only the drinks would cost more."

"How's the trip planning going?" Austin asked after his turn. He was responsible for the hike planning for Montana, but I was arranging flights, hotels, transportation, park reservations, the rest of it.

"All booked," I said. "You're gonna have to put up with Shannon and her friends."

"It'll be fine," Austin grinned. "I'm a charming guy." He was a little tipsy, I could tell. "Just tell me we're gonna have some alone time, Mr. D."

I smiled. "A week backpacking's not enough alone time?"

"I mean after," he said. "I'm greedy that way."

"We gotta be careful," I cautioned him. "But you have a way of getting me to do things for you, Mr. White."

[AUSTIN]

"How you doing?" I asked as we entered a steeper stretch. I had tried to give myself more of the weight, but Scott insisted on carrying an equal load in our packs.

"Doing good," he said, a little out of breath and very much breaking a sweat, but not making a show of it. "I have a personal trainer who's whipped me into shape."

I laughed. "The gym's different from the trail," I reminded him.

Scott was never short with me, but he was getting short now. "I told you I wanted a challenge, buddy, and I meant it. I'm good."

I was used to type-A corporate types in my job, and it was times like this that I remembered Scott Delahunt was one of them.

The first day was the longest and hardest, and when we got to our first spot to set up, Scott was quiet, almost moody. "Can we rest for a sec?" he asked as we plopped down on a rock. He looked out over the landscape. Parts of the Smokies weren't dramatic. This was dramatic. But contemplation of the scenery was the last thing on Scott's mind. "Glad we beat the thunderstorm," he said as he pulled out his water bottle and took a good swig.

I let him be frustrated. I'd gotten real good at reading Scott's moods. I took a good swig of water myself and enjoyed just being up in the mountains again. Then I got up and gently squeezed Scott's shoulder and walked over to unpack the tent.

He was actually really efficient at helping put it up. "You learn those knots in Scouts?" I asked.

"Probably," he smiled. I was glad to see his humor return. "But I forgot them. I studied up before coming."

I fixed the last of the tiers to the poles. "Looks like that thunderstorm is coming," I said as I looked up to the sky, feeling the breeze pick up just as the clouds were really darkening.

We got the bags inside the tent. I had the foresight to take a tarp and stretch it over some exposed rock dirt and secure it with rocks. We'd want somewhere dry to cook and eat.

The drops came, a few of them, then a lot. I got in the tent first, and Scott ducked in a second after.

"Welcome to the Smokies," I said.

"Love it," came his reply. We plopped down on the tent floor. Scott unfurled his sleeping bag as I did mine.

"I hope we're only using one of these bags," I teased.

Scott looked over, a playful look in his eyes. "Tight fit," he said. Already he was untucking his shirt. "But maybe we can test it out."

I was matching his moves. "I'm a little sweaty," I said.

"So am I," Scott replied. "The hike leader is a real slavedriver."

He managed to get naked first and I saw that beautiful dad spike sticking out of his crotch. I loved every hardon Scott threw for me, with me and around me.

We scooted toward one another. The tent wasn't that big anyway. "We can take our time, right?" I asked.

The rain was coming down. It felt magical. The right time with the right man. The two of us alone in nature.

We kissed and humped against one another. His body was warm and clammy. He gripped my own sweaty muscle. It felt like how men should have sex.

Apparently that's what Scott thought. He pulled back and ran his hands along my arm muscle, from my forearm to my biceps and triceps and then back. "It's nice being with a man," he said, thoughtfully. "Sometimes, I still can't believe it."

I looked into his face. Just that older, dad-like handsomeness was enough to make me and keep me rock hard. The lines around his eyes, and the salt and pepper hair, now grayer than when I first met him. "I've always been too scared to ask you, but you ever get weirded out by it?"

That caught him by surprise. "Why are you afraid to ask?" he hissed then kissed along my chin. I liked this private version of Scott a lot. Sensual as much as sexual.

"I dunno," I said. "Maybe a part of me is always afraid you'll go back to being straight."

He looked at me, taking in my words. "It's not about words for me, Austin. I can't explain."

"You don't have to," I said. "Some things can be put into words anyway."

He nodded. "Maybe. Still, I don't want you afraid to ask me anything. Ever."

"OK," I said. I rolled over on top of him. Just this position got me going. I held my body up above him and felt his hands explore my lats and sides as we looked into each other's eyes. "Do you love me, Scott?"

He didn't hesitate. "I do." I could feel his heart pump through the connection of our dicks. "I don't want to lead you on, Austin. Maybe I can't give you what you need. But I love you."

I smiled. "You give me plenty, sir."

"Sir?" he laughed.

I blushed. But gently thrust my cock against his. "My parents taught me to respect my elders." Kind of teasing, but also suggesting to Scott what was on my mind.

I could see the wheels turning in his head. "I've been afraid to ask you things, too."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Are you looking for a daddy?"

I raised my eyebrow. "You've been studying up on the gays," I teased.

"I gotta keep up with you somehow, Austin," he said sincerely. "But you didn't answer my question."

"I have a daddy already," I said directly, getting the courage to look him in the eye as I described my fantasy, my kink. "I guess I'm looking for a dad."

His fingers now lazily traced circles along my flank. "Sorry. You're gonna have to explain."

I scooted off him, taking the chance to run my hand along his chest and furry abs. He'd slimmed down a lot over the last month, and I could see knotted ridges of his abs now. "A daddy is any older guy I'm with. But a dad.... well, I get turned on by the incest fantasy."

I examined his face for a hostile reaction. Or a positive one. Instead I saw pure curiosity as Scott reached over and wrapped his hand around my cock. "You're rock hard just talking about it."

I nodded. "We don't have to explore this," I assured him. "But I think about it when we have sex. A lot."

"You think of your father instead of me?" I could tell he was a little hurt by that idea.

"Fuck no," I interjected. "I dream of you being my dad. And being with you that way... Sorry if that freaks you out."

He shook his head and removed his hand from my dick. "Doesn't freak me out. It's a new idea to me. A little weird. But I like seeing you turned on." He turned over and I got an amazing view of his backside as Scott rifled through his backpack. I'll just say his back and leg workouts were paying real dividends.

When he turned back he had some lubricant in his hand. "It's been too long," he said. "You wanna?"

I nodded. There would be no rim job this time nor any extended foreplay, but it turns out we were both worked up. The thunderstorm had passed, but the rain still pattered on our tent. Scott scooted in place beneath me and let me place his legs on my shoulders. I decided I like this position, a lot. The ability to see Scott's handsome face as I penetrated him.

"I'm not ready for the 'dad' talk," he said. "But if you wanna think it..." he urged.

Just that permission felt wild. I pumped Scott slow and deep. And he became Dad as I fucked. My hunky, wonderful Dad who let his son have his way far too often. Like now. Scott's eyes looked up at me, knew what I was thinking, his hands urging me to enjoy this fuck.

He was enjoying it, too, his own fist working his spike slowly with each steady pump of my cock inside him. His body enjoying that connection between his p-spot and his dick.

I had an idea though. I nudged his hand aside with my own. Grabbing his cock like a handle, I took over stroking him. Focusing a little less on my own immediate need, though after so long Scott's ass felt amazing on my bare cock.

"You like this?" I asked. Eyes on his as I fucked.

He nodded excitedly, amazed at feeling a different hand than his as we mated. "God yes."

"Keep your hands to the side, OK?" I asked and more than a little commanded. "I wanna get you off."

His eyes were pure excitement as he let his body take over. I was getting real close to nutting myself but I wanted to see if this would work first. I knew Scott loved seeing me get my pleasure and the telltale look on my face was tripping his triggers.

"Keep your hands off!" I urged, louder now.

Scott nodded eagerly, already on the climb toward orgasm.

Just at that moment I let go and put all the power into my thrusts. By instinct Scott's hand went up but I intercepted. And like that, I was watching Scott Delahunt have his first hands-free orgasm. That spike spurting high globs of semen onto his furry front as his body jerked and his deep voice cried out.

"Yes," I hissed and like that I was shooting my wad deep into the man.

The man fell back onto the sleeping bag, head limp as he caught his breath. I slowly pulled out and let his legs come down from my shoulders.

"That was SO hot, Scott," I said as I leaned down to kiss him, his spermy body connecting with my sweaty muscle.

"I'm glad," Scott muttered as he pulled my hard body to his. "I still can't think," he laughed. "You fucked it all out of me."

#drakestories

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believingispowerfulmagic · 3 months

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One Night Stand

Summary: When Regina is dared to kiss the cute blond man she has been eyeing all night, she gets a lot more than ever thought.

Chapter 1: AO3

Chapter 3: The Second Encounter

AO3

Excerpt:

"Good morning, Regina." Tink, her assistant, greeted her as Regina approached her office. "Have a good weekend?"

"Yes," Regina replied, grinning. "I had a very good weekend."

Tink raised an eyebrow. "Care to tell me about it?"

"Maybe later," Regina said, unlocking her office. "We have a field trip coming in soon and I don't want little ears to hear about it."

"Oh, you really have to tell me," Tink said, looking intrigued. "What happened that you don't want little ears to hear?"

Regina just winked in response before entering her office. As she placed her bag down on her desk, Tink called out: "You're evil, Regina Mills!"

"It's only a few hours," Regina told her. "You'll live."

She then sat down and started her computer, leaning back in her chair. "Have we heard from Mal?"

"No," Tink said. "But you know her. She'll show up five minutes before the kids arrive and absolutely dazzle them."

"I hope," Regina replied. Mal was her best instructor and had a special way of keeping students entertained. The only downside was that she sometimes didn't show up until the last minute, leaving Regina to panic for hours.

Her computer finished booting and she opened her email. She saw one from Mal and her stomach sank as she opened it. Cursing under her breath, she stood and moved toward the door. "Mal's not coming," she told Tink.

"What?" Her assistant twirled in her chair, facing her with a frown. "What do you mean?"

"She sent an email saying she needs to help her daughter with an emergency so she's going to be out of town," Regina replied, her heart speeding up. "Who can we call up last minute?"

Tink turned back to her desk. "Let me see if I can get someone."

"Thank you," Regina said, hoping someone would come in. "Let me know when you get someone."

She returned to her office, sitting at her desk as she continued checking her emails. Regina then pulled up the grant proposal she had been working on for the past week. If she managed to get it, they could complete much needed renovations to the museum and modernize their exhibits. Hopefully that would entice more people to visit so they wouldn't have to survive on just school and camp trips.

Knocking interrupted her and she looked up. Tink stood there and her dour expression made Regina's stomach sink. "Nobody is available, are they?" she asked.

"No," Tink replied. "They're all busy. Sorry."

"Great," Regina groaned. "Now what am I going to do?"

Tink hesitated before saying: "You could give the tour."

Regina wondered if she had misheard her assistant. "Me? I normally don't do tours or demonstrations. I'm more administrative."

"Yeah, but you can do them," Tink insisted. "I've seen you, Regina. You love all of this and I have no doubt you'll excel at both. You just have to give yourself a chance."

Glancing at the clock, her heart sank. It was too late to cancel with the school as the buses were about to arrive. She had no choice except to do the tour and pray she didn't ruin it. Nodding, Regina stood. "Alright. Let me go change into a lab coat."

"You know where they are," Tink said, grinning. "I'll go make sure everything is set up for you."

Regina nodded, taking a deep breath as she remained at her desk. "You can do this," she told herself. "You're just as qualified as any docent."

She stepped away from her desk and walked toward the closet where they kept the lab gear. Regina found a coat that fit her and located some safety goggles. After locating the gloves, she closed the closet door and started to walk toward the front of the museum. Through the door, she saw the first yellow school bus pull up, filled with children who were eager to enjoy their field trip.

It was showtime.

#once upon a time #outlaw queen #oq au #oq ff #one night stand

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fbfh · 30 days

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oh my gosh- i also love dance academy! i was wondering your thoughts on ethan karamakov as a bf? thank you!

OH FUCKING BOY. First of all, yes. Season 1 Ethan is very different from seasons 2 and 3 Ethan bc he actually had a shit load of character development. In general though, Ethan has had a lot of practice at getting girls to fall for him. like a lot. like a nauseating amount /j but there are two things that really set you apart from his past flings. first of all, you didn't start out as friends with Kat, Ethan met you on his own terms. second, you really didn't fall for a lot of his games like other girls have. similarly to Logan Huntzberger, he's surprised when you treat your relationship as casually as he does. he's intrigued even. but what really gets Ethan to wake the fuck up and realize what a catch you are, how much he likes you and wants to hold onto you, is when he realizes that you're seeing other people too. he sees some guy from third year that he doesn't really know that well chatting you up, touching your arm and making you laugh. and he does not like it. not one bit. so when you show up to workshop the dance he's been choreographing as promised Ethan simply cannot focus on the steps or what a perfect choice you are. he thinks he can keep it together, but he's already letting his feelings slip out when you're warming up.

"So, you and Darren, huh?"

he thinks it sounds casual enough, but you see right through him (which is one of the reasons you're so perfect for him) so of course you just laugh.

"Ethan Karamakov," you chuckle, looking up at him, "are you jealous?"

he gets all blustery and denies it, but by the time you're done going over the choreo he's insisting you both stop seeing other people, and planning a proper date to take you out on this weekend, and the rest is history. and let me tell you, even though this is his first proper relationship, Ethan falls hard and fast for you. he gets so invested in you, in being the best boyfriend he possibly can. He really, really wants to do a good job, and it shows. what Ethan starts to realize what he loves so much about you is that you really don't scare easy. you're such a stable, consistent presence in his life, and it's something that means more to him than he can even describe. he gets so scared that Natasha or his dad will scare you off, but not even his... interesting family can do that. and full disclosure, Kat will probably not like you much at first, only because she doesn't want to fall into the pattern of getting attached to one of Ethan's girlfriends then having them leave when he acts like an asshole. but once she sees that Ethan is actually trying, that he's trying to be a better boyfriend, better brother, better person, when Kat sees that it looks like you're actually around to stay and not going flake at the first sign of trouble???? Congradulations, you now have both of the Karamakov siblings attached to you at the hip. Kat will periodically requisition you for much needed spur of the moment girl's days/shopping sprees (usually when her mom flakes), so now it's Ethan's turn to find out what it feels like to be stood up for a date. you barely have time to explain when Kat takes your phone out of your hand.

"uh yeah, Ethan? there's a sale so I'm stealing your girlfriend - who is waaaay out of your league, by the way-"

"Okay, thanks for that, Kat."

"anyway, you'll get her back later! bye-"

And under other circumstances sure, it would suck to be canceled on last minute, but it actually makes Ethan really happy when those days do happen. knowing that Kat is getting to spend time with someone who's both a positive influence AND is somewhat stable gives him a lot of peace of mind. besides, if Kat approves of you, he knows there must be something... real between you. and something real like that doesn't come around too often. he knows from experience.

#drabbles #dance academy #dance academy x reader #dance academy drabbles #ethan karamakov #ethan karamakov x reader #ethan karamakov drabbles #AUUUUUUGHH #P L E A S E SEND ME MORE DANCE ACADEMY ASKS #BARKING HOOTING HOLLERING YELLING AT THE SUN #I swear these goofy little austrailian ballerinas are all I can think about

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Larry stood in front of the apartment door, hating that he was trembling slightly. This was his first time reaching out to a fellow teacher ever since the cancellation of the show, and his nerves were going through a hurricane.

Pulling out his phone, he checked the GPS and hoped he had the right address before he knocked on the door. It was only a few minutes, but those minutes felt like an eternity until Sketchbook opened her door to see him.

"Larry?" she asked softly, as though questioning her own sight.

Larry's heart dropped with concern; her eyes were puffy and red, dark circles underlining her lack of sleep. He knew that state of being all too well...

He mustered a sheepish smile, "Yeah...I'm really sorry for not communicating with you guys for so long. I-"

The young man was cut off by his best friend capturing him in a tight hug.

"I don't care," Sketchbook's voice cracked with held-back tears, "you're here now. That's all that matters to me..."

Larry hugged her back, "...I missed you too, Sketch."

Once they let each other go, she gestured for him to come inside, to which he obliged. He felt awful, watching just how quickly she locked the door.

She really was as bad off as Colin told him...

While he took a seat on the sofa, he fidgeted nervously with his thumbs, trying to think of how to explain himself as Sketchbook sat beside him.

She began first, "So, where have you been all these years...?"

Larry looked off to the side, "I've been living off the grid, trying to stay under...his radar, I guess. I made up a new identity and everything...just hiding."

"I think we've all been doing that in some way," she replied. Larry felt the shame rising; she was so understanding, not angry at all with him like he thought she ought to have been.

"Heh...yeah," he bitterly chuckled, turning back to face her. "Colin managed to bump into me yesterday. He told me you weren't doing so good..."

"I figured I should finally man up and talk to you in person," Larry finished his explanation, self-deprecation lining his last sentence.

"So," he tried to approach the subject delicately, "what's been going on? Is it...him again...?"

Larry's heart softened with sympathy when her expression changed. It was like she was in pain just thinking about it...

"Yes...he's-...he's been visiting me, and..."

Noticing she was choking up, Larry reassured her, "Hey. You don't have to talk about anything you don't want to, okay...?"

Black streaked down her cheeks as she shook her head, "No, no, I shouldn't have said anything. He's told me not to tell anyone...!"

"But I-..." She stammered, crying, "I can't keep it in anymore...I just can't..."

Anger bloomed inside of Larry. Antonio wasn't only back to torment them, but hearing he was picking on Sketchbook again set a fire ablaze in him...especially after how much he targeted her during the show.

He found his inner guard dog emerging, "That fucking prick. Didn't he already get his sick kicks by traumatizing us?"

"I thought he had. He's been coming around, doing what he usually does best for a while...but he's been acting so bizarre and strange towards me lately," Sketchbook responded.

"What's he been doing?" asked Larry, preparing himself for the worst.

"He's-...he's been calling me his 'daughter' for the past few months...he's been taking me out on trips, doting on me, always getting too close...he still hurts me, but I hate what he's doing so much more."

"It feels so violating," she sobbed out. "And the worst part is that he means all of it."

No.

On instinct, Larry initially decided that she had to get away from Antonio, but then he considered the fact that he always seemed to know everyone's exact location.

There really was no use fleeing.

What could Larry do to help her, then?

"Sketchbook...I'm sorry I can't do more to get you out of this. Really, no one can run from him, but..." Larry thought, his resolve strengthening, "...I wanna be there for you."

"If you wanna talk to someone, you can always talk to me, Colin or Shrig...you know that, right?"

"Y-yeah..." Sketchbook wiped her eyes, sniffling, "But I'm so scared that he'll hurt you because of it..."

"That's what he wants," Larry stated, voice gentle but firm, "he wants to isolate you, wants to make you feel alone and scared...but you don't have to be. None of us do."

Without thinking, Larry leaned over and gave her a warm hug.

"We're here for you, Sketch," the man added, tearing up himself. "We're here for you and we love you."

She stayed quiet for a moment before hugging him back.

"I love you, too. All of you. I'm so lucky to have friends like you guys..." she gently laughed through her tears.

Larry held her tighter, "I can vouch for them when I say we're lucky to have you, too."

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Code Blue - CH. 12 "The Visit"

Summary: A dinner turns sour. Two visits rock Lee's world. One is shattering.

*Warnings* Angst, language, alcohol use, death

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Orlando, Marie

Salem, Massachusetts

February 22, 2023

It was 5:30 pm and Dr. Bloom was getting dressed for his dinner date with you. He must have tried on twenty different blazers as none were appeasing to him. He debated on just wearing his light blue dress shirt with a tie, but his nerves were on overload and the tie felt like a boa constrictor was wrapped around his neck. Ripping that off, he finally settled on a casual navy plaid jacket to match his slacks and checked himself over in the mirror with a satisfied smile upon his face.

Just as he grabbed his keys to leave, his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a not so happy text from Lee.

"So. I hear you have ANOTHER date tonight with Jo. You know, the girl you knew I have deep feelings for? You couldn't wait to move in on her after her and I had some issues. In fact, you wanted her to yourself all along since you failed to tell me she had asked to see me before she left the hospital. You told her you would tell me when you saw me...and you did see me, multiple fucking times. Yeah, I know all about that now and so does she. I don't buy it for one minute that it slipped your mind either. All this time you knew what she meant to me, means to me and this is what you do. Those photos weren't so far fetched after all were they? Good luck man, I wish you both the best."

"Fuck," Orlando whispered and immediately called Lee to explain, but on the first ring, it went straight to voicemail so he knew Lee ignored the call.

Now he was worried about what you were thinking. You hadn't contacted him about it or canceled tonight's dinner plans, so he wasn't sure what to do now. Should he call you first or just show up, he thought as he pondered over those two options for a good five minutes. He decided to just face the music and go. The worst that could happen would be you decking him into next week like he witnessed you do to Lee....and that thought made him cringe something awful.

Orlando fretted all the way to your place about what he was going to say and chose to wait and see what you said....or did as he prepared himself for a possible slug to the jaw.

He pulled into the driveway at 5:55 pm and sat for a few moments, trying to breathe and find the courage to get out. To be safe, he had brought the tie with him and quickly put it back on because he didn't know how you would be dressed or where you would want to go. He wanted to look his best for you even if it meant losing air.

He rang the doorbell and you opened it quite quickly. To his surprise, you then lunged forward and threw your arms around him.

"Josie...are you alright?" he asked in concern as he held you in shock over the unexpected embrace. He was quite relieved that his jaw had been spared.

"I'm fine....just ready to get the hell out of here. So, where to?" you asked as you released him. His chocolate orbs gave you a respectful one over.

"Well...can I first say that you look incredibly beautiful?"

"Thank you." you self-consciously said as you stood there in a boring blue sweater, black leggings and knee high leather boots.

"So do you."

Realizing that you just referred to him as beautiful also, you sheepishly laughed. "I mean... you look really handsome."

Orlando chuckled. "Well thank you. So where would you like to go?"

"How about that clam chowder at my family's pub that you said you would come try?" you asked with a shy grin.

"Ahhh that's right. Alright...then clam chowder it is." Orlando accordingly smiled as he recalled his last words to you in your hospital room of telling you he would maybe come try it sometime.

You were quiet for the entire ride as every brain cell in your head danced around Lee's beautiful face. He was definitely one you would refer to as beautiful as a first choice description without feeling awkward about it. You should have been with him tonight, eating your favorite food, pizza, and watching movies, cuddled up against him on his couch. Instead, here you were with his best friend in which you knew you should have canceled like you told Lee you wanted to do. But Lee pretty much kicked you out, telling you to go be with Orlando...at least that's how Lee made you feel. This was all so wrong. This is not where you wanted to be or were supposed to be....and your heart knew it as it screamed in aching desire for the one man you knew you had fallen crazy in love with. And for a moment, like Lee said that's all you both ever had...you thought he had felt the same way about you.

Orlando and you arrived at the Brady pub and sat at a table since all of the booths were full. It was a Wednesday night during happy hour and fish and chips were the special which always packed in the Irish crowd as well as any other seafood loving customers. Your parents had bought this place when you had first moved to the U.S. from Ireland in your early teens and it was named after your mother's side of the family. You had quite a few cousins that lived here and helped run the place besides you and tonight it was Marie March, your dad's brother's daughter. She was one of the few first cousins you actually liked and spent time with. Another one was Maxi, but you didn't see much of her anymore since her husband Nathan, another Salem police officer, was killed in the line of duty a few years ago who was Britt's younger and other brother aside from Dave and one other you preferred to never speak of if at all possible. Dave, Britt and Nathan all shared the same mother, but Dave had a different father. Maxi had been like you, one shitty relationship after another until she met Nathan and it broke your heart that she had been dealt such a raw deal after she had finally found true love. You knew what it was like too, being in love with a cop and dreading that life altering call. But Maxi didn't get that call, instead she witnessed his death....and ever since then, she had become a recluse to life.

"Josephine, well this is a surprise. And who might this handsome fellow be?" Marie asked with a welcoming smile, although her eyes told you she was certainly curious about the guy at your side as she knew you had been single for close to a year now. She also knew why, after what Gerry did, among two others, Jeffrey and E.J., that you had been involved with which were no better than him.

"Hi Marie." Your eyes widened as you emphasized her name to tell her to not make a big deal out of this, in which she picked up on. "This is my friend, Dr. Bloom, whom I brought to try the clam chowder."

"Ahhh I see. Is that what you will be having...Doctor...Bloom?"

You heard it in her voice, the skepticism that he was something more than a friend.

"Please, call me Orlando and yes, I would like to try this so called super soup....and a bud light on tap if you have that please."

Marie chuckled and wrote down his order.

"Yes, we do...Orlando...and you Josie?"

Your eyes searched the menu as if you didn't know every single item on it. In that moment, you wondered what Lee's favorite foods were and what he would choose off of this menu that held a little bit of everything from straight up greasy fried goodness to prime rib. You pegged him to be a classic burger and fries kind of guy but you would never know now would you?

"Come on Josie, this is thirty minutes of my life I will never get back. Just have what you always have. Chips." Marie jokingly begged.

You sarcastically sighed and handed her the menu. "Fine. Chips and a double of Jameson on the rocks."

"Ok. That's a bud light on tap, a bowl of chowder, an order of chips and a double shot of I'll regret this in the morning, coming right up.." she smirked and left.

"Well she's fun." Orlando laughed. "So...I take you out for dinner and all you order is french fries?" he asked with a playful smile.

"All you got was soup?" you giggled.

"Oh no, that's just an appetizer my dear lady. Going for the lasagna next and chocolate cake for dessert." he grinned.

"Jesus, where do you put it? I gained 5 pounds just by ordering those fries."

"It wouldn't matter how much you weigh. You're perfect."

You had no words and luckily didn't need any as Marie came back with the drinks, in which you took a mouthful of and swallowed it hard. It was clear Lee was right. Orlando was into you and you had been obliviously blinded to it because all your vision allowed was Lee.

Orlando noticed that he may have made you uncomfortable. "Josie...I'm sorry if I came on too strong.."

"Are you?" you bluntly asked as all your mixed feelings you were trying to flush about what Orlando did came gushing to the surface.

"Sorry?" he asked with surprise.

"Lee told me you had seen him the day I was released, and we both came to the conclusion that it was after I asked you to tell him I wanted to see him. ....and the times you saw him after that, you still never told him, but you told me you would whenever you saw him again." you briefly explained in detail as you looked right into his eyes. "Why?"

His eyes fell to his glass of beer as he fondled it for a moment, then he took a large swig.

"I'm sorry, I...I must have forgot. Things have just been hectic lately."

"And I had actually considered that, even defended that excuse to Lee, which didn't go over well at all. But the more I have thought about it up till right now...Orlando...you told me you didn't see him, that he had left already when you came back to my room. Why? Why did you lie to me? and why are you still lying to me?"

He became somewhat disgruntled, took another drink and firmly sat his glass down with a sardonic chuckle.

"So...I bring you to dinner and this is what our conversation is about? Lee?....but then again, it always is, isn't it? Why are you even here? Because he is upset over this? That I know, because he texted me tonight about it and then ignored my call afterwards. You know what he told me Josie? He told me good luck and wished us both the best. Why are you wasting your time with him? He clearly has issues and he is just going to drag you down with him. He's already been suspended from the hospital for his behaviors which may have caused medical negligence that resulted in a patient's death. So yes, to answer your question, I didn't tell him about you because I could tell you were into him, every woman always is and he don't need a relationship when his life is going to shit."

You were mind blown. First, you didn't know a thing about Lee's suspension as he never mentioned a word to you. Had he been embarrassed over it? Or just didn't tell you because of what all happened with Gerry? Second, Orlando's reaction was unexpected and cold....a side of him you had never seen.

He was right about two things. One, it was always about Lee and it always would be.....which you were now aching inside over what Orlando just revealed about Lee's patient. You couldn't even begin to imagine what Lee must be feeling with that kind of weight on his shoulders.....and two, you only went out with Orlando because you couldn't be with Lee.

You prayed for a sign. Should you just let Lee go and the moment, he simply called it, that you and he shared?

Two kids were arguing at the jukebox over which songs they wanted to play. One of the boys began vigorously pushing random buttons to make the other one mad. As the other boy ran off yelling for his mom, you couldn't make up what happened next even if you tried. The first time ever I saw your face began playing. You finished off your drink as you fought back the forming tears as your sign had been sent and received.

"So you just decided to make that decision for him...and for me. It's quite clear to me that you didn't do that for his benefit, but solely for your own. I want to go home. Please take me back."

You stood up and so did Orlando.

"Josie, please sit back down. Let's talk about this. I didn't mean to sound harsh."

"Then what did you mean?

"Because I don't think you give a damn about Lee's feelings or what he's going through. I thought you did before, until your true colors just shone bright like a diamond."

"No Josie, that's not true. We've been best friends since high school. If I didn't care, why did I even bother coming to tell you about the pictures your sister sent him?"

"Ummm, I don't know, to make yourself look good in my eyes?"

"So...what...you think I'm fake? Is that it? What about you? What did you come here for when you could have just canceled? Clearly you wanted to come...unless you're here out of pity or obligation...but then there's the hug when I arrived which felt a lot more than a friendly one. You were glad to see me....I mean...weren't you?"

"I was, yes. But you're making it into something that it's not and I am sorry if I have ever mislead you. I can give you honesty, something clearly can't. I came here tonight because Lee and I had an argument...and I never should have because it's what caused the entire fight to begin with. He said the same thing, that since I accepted your invitation, then I must have wanted to be with you. He wrote me a letter before all that which is why I went to him...if I had received that letter before you asked me, I would have declined. So...If it weren't for all that, I would be with him tonight...right where I wanted to be. You and I...there could never be a you and I...you're his best friend as you said. How awkward would that be for one? I would still see him from time to time and I couldn't deal with that...and two, I...I don't have romantic feelings for you Orlando. Only friendship...and even then, how can I trust what you say now?"

All he did was stare at you after your cold hard truths.

"Well then...I don't see how we could even remain friends if seeing Lee will bother you so much and since you cannot trust me. I will just stay away from you from now on."

You had hurt him and you never wanted to or meant to. You figured no more should be said.

"Ok." you simply agreed as you peered up at him in shock of his solution.

Amazed by your ease of agreement, he pulled out a 50 dollar bill and tossed it onto the table with a disbelieving half smile as he nodded.

"I guess that's it then. I'll take you home."

He waited for you to go and then he followed.

The entire drive back was pure silence as he never gave a single look at you either. You knew that because you slightly glanced at him a few times, feeling like shit for being so painfully upfront to him. You didn't think he was a bad person for he had always been nothing but good to you....and you surely would miss him.

Pulling into the driveway, he stopped and put the car in reverse as he sat with his foot on the brake waiting for you to get out. You opened the door and then turned back to him.

"Orlando I..."

"You should go." he flatly said as he still wouldn't look at you.

Your eyes welled up with tears as you sighed and got out, watching him drive off. You didn't want things to end this way and hoped it would not be permanent.

Orlando sat down to eat his usual tv dinner and poured himself a glass of wine. He went to take a bite of the potatoes but they were still frozen which turned off to eating entirely.

Dropping the fork, he knocked back his wine in three gulps and poured another glass, then just stared at it. His lips pursed as anger began to consume him.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!" he shouted and threw the glass, shattering it against the wall, then stood huffing as he watched the staining red liquid streak down the pure white panel.

He then went to his room and laid down where your picture still sat beside his bed, but this time, staring only at the ceiling.

February 23, 2023.

Lee was up bright and early working on the porch, cleaning up the mess from the window fulmination the day prior.

He hadn't slept a wink as thoughts of you being with Orlando monopolized his brain, imagining his supposable best friend's lips on yours...and much more. Then he thought of how terrible he was to you. You had told him you would cancel so you could stay with him and he had stupidly told you to go, and not in a very nice way. Your last words resonated loudly in his head...you're your own worst enemy. How right you were. He didn't know a good thing, even when it hit him right in the face...and his jaw still slightly ached to prove it. Every five minutes, he looked at his phone in hopes there would be a message from you and every five minutes he fought off the urge to message you first. It wasn't pride keeping him from doing so...it was a lot shame...and a little bit of residual anger.

The back door in the kitchen blew open and banged against the counter. Lee knew this sound from when Jacob used to come hauling ass inside from the back yard. He immediately went to see what happened as it was not a windy day.

After everything that he had already witnesses of supernatural events, this shouldn't have came as no surprise to him, but it did in ways that no words could express or explain.

Before him, in the doorway stood a sunlike glowing vision of what he could make out to be a woman with a little boy clinging to her....

It then became clear to him who they were. His mother and his son...Jacob. All he could do was gaze at the apparition with utter incredulity. The bright glow radiated over him with a soothing and peaceful feeling.

"M...Mom? Ja...Jacob??" Lee whimpered as tears burnt his disbelieving eyes.

His mother began to speak but he couldn't make out what she was saying. He tried desperately to read her lips and thought he may have deciphered one word...James. His father's name.

Lee reached down to touch Jacob, but lost his balance and fell to his hands and knees as they both vanished. He got up and went straight to the cupboard, pulling out a bottle of Jack and swigging down his first consumption of alcohol in two weeks, then turned back to stare at the empty doorway, trying to breathe. No one would ever believe this, for he couldn't even himself.....but he knew you would.

11:11 am.

Lee had blocked it all out of his mind and continued working on the house when he noticed the clock being at 11:11. It instantly reminded him of the texting conversation he had with you at that time and how you had gotten him to make a wish at the same time you did. He stopped what he was doing and gazed at the time, closing his eyes and wishing all over again for what he had wished for....you.

At exactly 11:22, you came walking through his wide open front door.

"Lee?"

The bewilderment of today's events had taken him aback by seeing your beautiful face after he had just wished for you only moments ago.

Immediately, you began babbling all of your feelings before he could even speak.

"I ended it with Orlando...I mean the friendship...and..I...I'm not gonna go there.....what gives you the right to tear up my life like this?? I just...what's between us...I need to know if it's real..."

"I...I just can't take another lie....do you care about me or not?" you continued as every fiber of your physical being trembled.

Your words caught him off guard and he walked down the steps to you.

"So, Orlando admitted to you that he lied, I gather...about telling you he didn't see me that day when he in fact did...like I told you....like you figured out as well..."

"Y..yes Lee. I ended the dinner before it ever began. I didn't want to be there. I wanted to be here and I even told him that in not so many words and made him take me home. I..I don't want to talk about him anymore. You were right ok? Is that what you want to hear?"

You sat down on the banquette at the bottom of the stairs and watched Lee so intensely as he sat down on the steps and looked at you in a way that answered the questions you had just asked him.

"I...I just need to hear you say it...I need to know what you feel about me. I can't take feeling this way anymore, being unhappy every minute I am away from you."

He gulped at your words. "Jo...you deserve to be happy. And...even if I feel you deserve so much better than me....it's all I want...to be the one that makes you happy. I can't take this feeling anymore either. Missing you...picturing you with someone else....my god of course it's real...I care a bout you more than you could ever know. I'll never understand what I ever did to deserve you, when I feel that I don't....I couldn't help myself...not one, not one single woman has ever made me feel this way....How dare you be so perfect... "

He then got up and walked over to you.

You stood up and almost broke down at his exceeded confirmation to what you needed to desperately know.

"There is no better than you.....are you sure you're not just saying that because it's what...what I need to hear?"

"Why would I tell you something that wasn't true Jo? Something so meaningful?" he said as he came closer to you. So much so, that you could deeply breathe in his cologne. You felt so small and innocently intimidated by his towering form standing over you, wanting him to just pick you up and shelter you in his strong arms, the place you have never felt more safe in.

"I...I don't know...I have heard so many things, things that were only words. I'm...I'm so scared to believe you. That...you're real."

He gaped down into your eyes and stroked the back of his hand down your cheek. His touch ceased your ability to breathe as your eyes were fixed in his stare....and then his deep supple voice spoke in such a way that caused tremors inside your core that has so anxiously yearned for him.

"I...I think we are having another moment. Let my actions prove my how real it is." he softly whispered with a seductive smile.

"I...ok." you squeaked, also in a soft whisper.....begging for his lips to take yours.

As you both stood immobile, locked within the moment, Lee broke the barrier and began to lower his mouth to yours. His warm flowing breath mixed into yours, giving you back the air you had lost within his gaze. But again...the moment was shut down by his phone ringing.

Startling you, you stepped down from your tippy toes as he closed his eyes in frustration and let out a heavy sigh.

"Here...let me shut my phone off."

Lee pulled it out of his pocket and went to push the button until he saw who was calling. His eyes held fear and his hand visibly shook as he answered it. It was so quiet in the house that you could hear every word the woman said to him.

"Dr. Pace. It's Angel. I..I don't know how to tell you this...but...your father...he passed away this morning...."

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WARNING: MENTIONED/IMPLIED TORTURE AND A PANIC ATTACK!

Chapter Thirty-One: I'm No Traitor

This Rufus guy was heavier than he looked. Nyx gave a soft grunt as he followed Terra and Lust. Their conversation filled his ears.

"I still don't get why we didn't just take the princess." Lust twirled a lock of hair around his finger as he questioned his partner.

Terra smiled at him. "Because it's not fun to torture someone twice."

"There has to be another reason." Lust glanced back at Nyx, who was carrying their captive on his back. Nyx simply sighed and looked away from Lust's. He was interested in getting dragged into the conversation.

"There is."

Lust and Nyx both looked at Terra. She stared ahead as they walked through the forest, making their way to their hideout. The pink-haired woman was silent for several moments before she continued, "we can use him to make the little princess give us her keys and whatever she's using to find the other keys."

"Really?" Lust raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Yes. Fairy Tail is very friendship-obsessed. They have a long history of preaching the 'magic of friendship," she said the last few words with a mocking tone, "so, if we use one of the little princess' precious friends, then, as a Fairy, she'll be forced to save him. Once she does come to save him, we can threaten to hurt him unless she gives us what we want."

Lust exclaimed, "that's genius, Terra!"

Nyx pressed his lips in a line. He wasn't all that sure about Terra's plan. While she was right that the Fairies would never leave behind a friend, but that didn't mean this plan would work. Fairy Tail also had a long history of saving their friends despite any obstacles that stood in their way. The Fairies weren't the types of mages who should be underestimated.

Nyx spoke up, "I think that you're underestimating them a bit too much. Have you even looked into the things Fairy Tail has managed to accomplish because their friends were in danger?"

"Oh shut up, Nyx! I keep you around to do the dirty work, not make up criticisms about my genius plans!" He gave a small flinch at Terra's biting tone. Instead of snapping back at her, he instead looked away from the pair in front of him and focused on keeping up with them while trying to not accidentally drop the man on his back.

The trio continued to walk in silence for several more minutes until they reached their hideout. Once they stopped in front of the doors, Terra turned to Nyx and commanded, "take him to the basement and tie him up. Once you do that, I want you to meet me in my room." Her eyes narrowed and her tone dropped to sound low and threatening. "You and I need to have a talk."

Nyx nodded, hoping that his nervousness wasn't showing, and walked past Terra and Lust to enter the hideout. Although, it didn't look like a hideout all that much. It was actually just a two-story house that had been recently abandoned. They had happened upon it and decided to use it for their temporary lodgings.

He quickly made his way to the staircase that lead down to the basement. Once he had descended the steps, he made his way to the wooden chair and magic-canceling ropes that sat in the middle of the cold, dim, dirty basement. He deposited Rufus onto the chair and quickly tied him to the chair. Once finishing this, he took the time to lean closer to the blonde man, checking for signs of consciousness. When he was sure that the man was indeed still out cold, he gave him a final look of pity before he turned and walked up the stairs.

Nyx closed and locked the door that he stepped through and made his way to another staircase, this one leading up. As he made the journey up the stairs and down the resulting hallway to Terra's bedroom, he tried to push down the feeling of anxiety that swelled within him. His hands clenched into fists and his brow furrowed, he pushed himself forward. He didn't know what Terra wanted to talk about, but it had to be about something that he had done wrong. Although, he had no idea what that could be. He hadn't done anything that she would disapprove of recently.

His mind raced, searching for any idea of what he could have done or said that would make Terra upset. However, he wasn't able to come up with anything. His footfalls thudded lightly as he walked down the hallway to the wooden door that was at the end.

Nyx stopped in his tracks halfway. As his hands trembled, balled into fists at his sides, he gulped down the lump that had formed in his throat. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple and dripped off of the side of his chin. He took a deep breath and pushed himself forward, continuing what felt like a walk to his execution.

Upon reaching the closed door, he reached a hand toward the doorknob. Time seemed to slow as he turned the doorknob and slowly stepped into the bedroom. His eyes roamed over the room. It was dimly lit and barren, save for a dusty dresser, an empty closet, and an old bed that had a dusty blue cover and a single pillow. Terra sat on the end of the bed, one leg crossed over the other and her arms crossed over her chest. Lust leaned against the wall, right next to the single window.

Terra spoke, her tone commanding, "Nyx! Stand in front of me!"

Nyx obeyed, closing the door as he walked further into the room. He faced Terra, but his dark brown eyes were cast down at the wooden floor, which was in desperate need of a cleaning. The silence stretched on for an unbearably long time. Nyx felt the urge to break the silence as it began to weigh down on him like a large slab of iron that he wasn't able to move.

Finally, just when he felt as though he was going to suffocate from the heavy silence, Terra spoke, her tone cold and calm, "what do you think about the little princess, Nyx?"

Nyx swallowed, a fruitless attempt to relieve the dryness of his mouth. "W-what do you mean?" His voice was weaker than he wanted it to be, more timid than he was used to. Terra always had this effect on him. She always managed to make him feel lesser than her, like he was nothing more than a servant who could be replaced at any time, and had to go to any lengths possible to prevent such a thing. He hated that Terra had this effect on him.

Terra's eyes bore into him, making him feel like she was staring directly into his soul. She spoke again, "you know what I mean." Her statement sounded like a sneer.

Nyx locked his eyes onto a dark stain on the floor, wishing that he could disappear forever. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be faced with Terra's unpredictableness, or be cornered by Lust's loyalty to Terra.

His mind mulled over Terra's question. How did he feel about the blonde celestial wizard? He had never thought about it before, so how was he supposed to know? He remembered when he would torture him for several hours each day for a week. He remembered not using methods of torture that were as bad as the ones that Lust and Terra used on the other three women. He remembered forcing himself to listen to her cries of agony, wishing that she would just shut up already. He could still hear those screams, in the darkness of the night when he tried to sleep. He remembered feeling stabs of pity, maybe even sympathy, with damn near every single scream that erupted from her mouth. He didn't know how he felt about her, if he felt anything.

He raised his eyes to look at Terra again, finally answering, "I-I don't know."

Terra gave a short hum. "Is that so? Well then, please tell me why you let her have those keys from that Magic Shop."

Nyx's breath caught in his throat at that question. His heart hammered within his chest and his stomach dropped to his feet. He screwed his eyes shut as he managed to respond, "I-I don't...know what you're talking about."

Lust gave a bitter chuckle as Terra sighed. The pink-haired woman stood up and strode over to Nyx. Once she stopped in front of him, she raised a hand. Without meaning to, Nyx flinched as she rested her hand on his shoulder. "William," Nyx tried to recoil at the sound of his real name being spoken by his boss in her soft, yet chilling tone, however, he wasn't able to due to the tight grip that she had on his shoulder, keeping him in place, "I know that the little princess bought the keys that I had sent you after. When you returned to me and Lust, you didn't appear to have been in a fight. So, why is that so? Why did you allow her to take Ursa Major, Coma Berenices, and Telescopium?"

Nyx could feel himself sweat as his body trembled. Terra was shorter than him, and yet she felt so much more intimidating than any other dark mage had ever felt. A wave of nausea washed over him and he clenched his teeth in an attempt to stop himself from vomiting. He struggled to keep his breathing under control as he tried to ignore Terra's oppressing presence.

Lust called out mockingly, "answer the question, William!"

Nyx shot a glare over at the other man, receiving a cocky smile and amused chuckle in return. Terra then snapped, making him jump, "well? Why did you just let her go with the keys?"

At that, Nyx made the mistake of locking eyes with her. The moment that his dark brown eyes were caught by her piercing blue ones, he was unable to look away. Her eyes pinned him to the spot where he stood, unable to escape the situation. He gulped as Terra's eyes narrowed. He felt like she could see the truth in his eyes, and he almost wanted her to say it so that he too would know why he did what he did. He didn't know why he let her take the keys and escape without a fight or even a real exchange of dialogue.

"I-I...I don't-"

"Are you dedicated to our mission?"

Nyx blinked a few times. "What?"

Terra repeated, "are you dedicated to our mission? Are you going to betray us to the blonde whore the first chance you get?"

Nyx's mind was blank, making him unable to come up with an excuse, not that he was able to at any other point. He opened his mouth, hoping that he would be able to say something, anything, but nothing came out, leaving him to simply open and close his mouth repeatedly, like some kind of fish.

Terra leaned closer, her face soon mere centimeters from his. She hissed, "are you a traitor, William?"

Nyx could only stand there, frozen under her glare. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, the sound loud in his ears. His body was trembling and his stomach was twisting with rising nausea. Time seemed to slow to a snail's pace to him. Seconds turned into minutes as the prolonged silence and threatening aura that rolled off of Terra in waves pressed down onto him so heavily that he felt as though he couldn't breathe. He had to get out. He had to get away and to someplace where he could breathe.

"...no." His response was whispered, weak, but he knew that Terra had heard him.

"What was that?" Terra raised a pink eyebrow, her blue eyes still narrowed and her tone still threatening.

Nyx swallowed and forced himself to say, a tiny bit louder, though not at all stronger, "I'm no traitor."

Terra continued to stare at him, analyzing him as though she was able to tell if he was lying and pick out the truth. Eventually, she leaned away before she walked back over to the bed and sat back down, returning to the sitting position that she had been in at the beginning of the interaction. She gave Nyx a final, critical lookover before she waved him away.

With that, Nyx wasted no time in rushing out of the room and to his own room. He slammed his bedroom door closed and leaned against it, his breath coming out in heavy huffs. Sweat gleamed on his forehead. Suddenly feeling suffocated by his dark blue trenchcoat, he pushed it off of his body and threw it away from himself. He resumed leaning against his wooden bedroom door and slide down to sit on the floor, his knees pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped around his legs. He buried his face into his knees, simply sitting there in silence as he tried to focus on calming himself.

As time passed, only one thought could linger in his mind:

I'm no traitor.

#fairy tail #ocs #mentions of other characters #angst #mentions of torture #implied torture #panic attack #near panic attack #multi chapter story #chapter thirty-one

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Stood Up

Pairing: Bakugo/f!Reader

I meant to make this a quick thing...and here we are over 3K later with this SMUT!

So, apparently, this is gonna be a series now! Gonna start out with Bakugo. I'm nearly done with Kirishima and I'm in the beginnings of Midoriya. All characters are in their mid-20s-ish. I hope you all enjoy!

Contains: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: 18+ Content below the cut, Minors DNI. Swearing. Oral (F&M Receiving), Slight Exhibitionism (sort of)

You and Bakugo work together at the same agency. You two weren't particularly close but you did your job really well and that granted you the respect of the up and coming Pro Hero, even if he'd never admit it to you directly.

He kept hearing through the grapevine about these dates you were having and how the date in question kept standing you up or canceling at the very last minute. The first time, he didn't even think twice about it, the second time he thought it odd but shook it off, the third he asked a friend of yours what the deal was.

Because you seemed slower in training, not because he actually cared or anything like that.

"I'm not sure," They told him, "I'm honestly not sure why Y/N is giving them so many chances..."

Bakugo couldn't figure it out either and now he was curious, damn it.

That was why when he heard about yet another date, he snooped. He figured out the date, the time, and the place and immediately took the night off.

He put on a dress shirt and nice slacks, showing up to the restaurant fifteen minutes prior to when your date was supposed to happen, taking a seat at the corner of the bar where he could watch the door.

You came in about ten minutes after he did, looking absolutely stunning, even he couldn't deny it. Bakugo didn't know who the hell your date was but they had to be the biggest idiot on the planet for turning you down when you looked this fucking good.

You were shown to a table that he could easily see and ordered a glass of your favorite wine.

Five minutes passed, then ten, and then fifteen...

He saw you check your phone a few times and every time you set it back down he saw disappointment more clearly across your face.

Enough was enough.

Bakugo asked the waitress to bring him a glass of the wine you had, waited for it to arrive, and then carried it over to you.

"Hey..." He said by way of greeting, setting the fresh glass in front of you.

"Bakugo!" He pulled out the chair and sat across from you, his eyes drifting down to the menu. "I-I'm sorry but I'm supposed to be here on a date..."

"I know."

"You know?"

He grunted before adding. "Gossip travels through the office, even I hear it. They were supposed to be here at 8 and I hear this is becoming normal for them. So, it's now 8:20 and I'm taking their date." Ruby eyes flicked up to yours, "If you're alright with that."

The confidence was something you couldn't help but be in awe of. Bakugo was fully prepared for you to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone and he would have but, even he found himself just a little bit happier when you agreed.

Conversation was actually easy. Discussions of work faded into hobbies and interests. Bickering over what authors were better and the art styles you each preferred. It didn't take long for you to piece together that under all that hard exterior, he was actually a pretty big nerd.

He never really laughed, not as much as you did by any means but you did manage to pull a slight smirk from the man a time or two.

Dinner was delicious but dessert was even better. Though, Bakugo disagreed.

"I made better Crème Brulee when I was fifteen!" He bragged.

"Fifteen, huh?" You were just a little skeptical.

"Don't believe me? Guess I'll just have to prove it to you then. I have the stuff at my house."

"Doesn't Creme Brulee have to cool for like hours before you can finish it off?"

"I got a thing for that too."

You carefully set down your spoon. "Bakugo, are you inviting me back to your place?"

He leaned forward, elbows on the table and a sly grin on his face. "I guess I am."

Watching the man cook was a treat in itself. The concentration he had, the little line between his brows as he measured out ingredients with careful precision, the way his fingers moved, the veins running up his hands and arms had you distracted, to say the least.

"See somethin' ya like?" He finally asked, catching you red-handed checking him out from where you sat on his countertop.

"Who doesn't like a man who can bake?"

He popped the treats in the oven. "Can I- can I ask you something?"

Did he? Did he just stammer? Was he nervous? Your interest was piqued!

"Why do you keep given this person so many second chances? Are they really that special?"

"It's not that... Just, dating as a pro hero is hard, ya know? So, I thought I found someone interested in me and I just don't want to miss out on happiness."

"And someone who repeatedly stands you up is your idea of potential happiness?"

You threw a dishtowel at him. "I know how it sounds, alright! I just, I don't wanna be alone forever. I love my job, the work we do is so rewarding and I wouldn't change it but sometimes, I just don't wanna come home to an empty apartment. Someday, I want someone to be waiting for me or coming home with me."

You thought for sure he was just gonna scoff, blow you off, and tell you to stop being childish but he just threw the towel over his shoulder.

"That's a pretty big ask for someone who isn't in our line of work. They don't understand what we do, the toll it can take, it's a lot to handle."

"I get that. It's why I've given this jerk so many chances! It's just they're work keeps them busy too and, hell, finding someone else who does the work we do is damn near impossible! Most don't even want relationships, let alone commitment!" You pinched the bridge of your nose. "This is so fucking stupid..." Whispering, "Maybe it is too much to ask."

"Nah." He was closer now than before. "If you want it, then go for it."

You reached for the whisk in his hand, snagging it and licking some of the mixture off because Bakugo was looking way too serious and you needed to change that before you did something really dumb.

"You damn idiot! That's raw egg! Do you wanna get sick!"

You grinned at the taste of vanilla and sugar. "Tastes pretty promising."

He grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger so quickly it made your breath hitch. "That so?" Before you had any time to react he was the one doing something dumb.

His lips were on yours, tongue darting out and swiped across your bottom lip before pulling back. "Damn, I am a good cook."

Bakugo lingered with hooded eyes, waited, leaving the ball in your court, and it took about ten seconds for your brain to decide, 'fuck it.'

You yanked him by the collar of his shirt, slamming his lips back against yours in a shameless makeout. Legs wrapped around his toned waist when he slotted himself in front of you, hands holding down your thighs while his tongue dove into your mouth.

He shucked off the apron and you managed to yank his shirt from his pants, unbuttoning as many of the buttons as you could with him still pressed so close to you.

You'd been sucking along his collarbone, his hands running warm up under your shirt, when beside you on the counter your phone started to buzz.

"Just ignore it." You hummed against his skin but he'd already looked down.

"That them?" He pulled you off his neck and asked again. Sure enough, they were calling you with probably another excuse for why they didn't make it.

"Can I answer it?" With a devilish smirk like that, there was no way you could tell him no.

"Do what you want, Bakugo." And you resumed the trail of pretty pink circles just below his collar line.

Whatever you expected of Katsuki Bakugo, couldn't have prepared you for the show he put on.

As soon as he accepted the call, you could vaguely hear your date lazily dropping apologies and about ten different excuses for why they didn't show up before Bakugo even had the chance to breathe a word.

"Lemme stop you right, ugh, right there." Your face went bright red at the groan this man let out. It was like some kind of tether had snapped loose. Your legs tightened around him at the sound, making you nip and suck harder along his skin. "See, Y/N's just a bit preoccup-pied."

There was silence from Bakugo while they spoke on the other end, muffled words you couldn't make out, his lips returning to yours in the meantime. You rolled your hips against him, feeling his solid length straining in his slacks making him moan again.

Fingers pressed against your still-clothed core. "You really wanna talk to her? Well, alright..."

He held the phone up to your ear while you tried so damn hard to mutter a hello in a decent manner but it ended up coming out as a breathless sigh with the way Bakugo toyed with you.

Immediately you were berated by them. Called a slut and a fucking whore for going out on the night you were supposed to be with them just to take some random guy home for a lay. Didn't you have any decency? You were a pro hero after all!

Bakugo snatched the phone back as soon as he felt your body recoil, legs falling from his waist and your mind no longer focused on what he was doing to you at all.

"Listen here, you fucking worthless piece o-, they've been waiting for a date with you for weeks now and if you can't make them a priority then they have every right to seek out someone who will. Now, fuck right the hell off!"

He ended the call, setting your phone back beside you and brushing hair out of your eyes. "Look at me." His tone might have been gruff but his actions were so damn soft. "Please." You managed to pull your head up. "You're better than that. So much fuckin' better than that asshole. You work your ass off on a regular basis, putting your life on the line and they spew shit like that. No way! Don't settle for that bullshit, ever! Got it?"

You blinked up at him, never did you think you'd hear words like that from him. Then again, you didn't ever think you'd be in his house while he made you dessert or set up on his counter grinding against him like you'd been just seconds ago either.

You nodded that you understood. "Well... good." He stood up straighter but still between your legs. He looked a wreck, shirt rumpled, hair a mess, a bright red line along his collar bone and neck, not to mention his erection still painfully obvious. And, to be honest, you weren't fairing much better.

Someone getting that worked up over you, defending you, damn that was attractive.

You coiled your legs around him when he tried giving you space, keeping him close, dragging him down by the shirt again until his lips just brushed yours. "Thanks, Bakugo."

He cleared his throat, "I gotta different way you can thank me if you're up for it." In one swift movement, he had your ass off the counter and you were up in his arms eagerly nodding, 'yes.'

He got you on his bed, finally took his damn pants off, and rid you of yours at the same time. He took his time with you, working diligently up your body, kissing and biting your thighs.

At some point, he'd lost his shirt, it was before his thumbs hooked the waistband of your panties and tugged them lower while he groaned at the mess you'd already made.

"Just from a little phone sex and dry humping?"

"And watching you bake. That was pretty panty soaking too."

He smirked before lazily parting your folds, thumb just barely grazing your clit making your whine, hips bucking longing for friction.

His kisses continued up your body further, along your stomach, between the valley of your breasts before moving to tease each nipple with his tongue and teeth. Sucking harder as your moans grew louder, egging him on.

It was only when he reached your mouth, kissing you hard that he dipped two fingers inside, his thumb busy teasing your clit making him swallow your moans greedily.

He pumped and curled them in all the right ways that had you begging desperately for more. "So, fuckin' needy." He popped your nipple out of his mouth again. "Not that I can blame you." He pulled the other with his teeth making your hips rise. "Been put off for too damn long. Had to take care of yourself I bet."

You scrunched your eyes shut thinking about how this didn't even compare to the toys you'd been using at home.

"Yeah, this what you needed?"

"Y-yes!"

"Need more?"

"Fuck yes!"

With a deep chuckle, "Yeah you fuckin' do."

He slid down the length of your body, his tongue replacing his thumb on your clit, moaning at the taste of you. Another finger slipping inside with ease.

Your fingers curled tightly into his thick hair, fighting to keep his tongue in that exact spot while you chased after your high, singing his praises over and over again.

"P-please! I wanna-" You couldn't even complete a sentence, too close.

"Damn, pretty girl, tell me what you want. Lemme hear it. Come on."

He worked tirelessly, sucking and flicking, pushing into you until you were sure his fingers wouldn't reach any deeper. "Wanna cum, Katsuk-i! So, so close."

Your heals were pushing down into his mattress wanting more, more, more, and he delivered. Not letting up until he felt you pulsing on his digits, dripping down his wrist while he fucked you through your high. His tongue lapping up his reward.

"I thought- fucking hell, Bakugo, I thought I was supposed to be thanking you?"

"What happened to Katsuki?"

He sucked his thumb, his tongue winding around it rendering you stupid for a moment. "I didn't know if, well, it'd be alright. Just sorta came out in the moment."

He leaned down over you, kissing your lips. "I don't mind as long as it's where none of those damn extras can hear." Another kiss. "I kinda like it coming off your tongue." Another kiss. "And, as for your question," Another kiss. "Get on the floor, on your fucking knees."

You were about to do as he instructed when the trill of a timer sounded. One, two, three seconds passed, and then, "DAMN IT!"

Bakugo sprinted off the bed, out of the bedroom, and out of sight while you doubled over laughing.

You slipped your panties back on and then sauntered back out into his kitchen just in time to see him pulling out the tray from the oven with just oven mitts and boxers on. You kept watching the scene, him carefully removing them and then putting them into a metal-looking box beside his refrigerator.

"What's that?"

"Something a friend came up with." He motioned you over, "It's like the opposite of a microwave... cools things down real quick." Bakugo slipped his arm around your waist while you watched the timer tick down, "Means we can eat it faster."

"Means we can get back to what we were doing faster." You hummed with a smirk.

Nine minutes, the seconds ticking by...

A single eyebrow rose at your remark. "Bet I can get you off before the timers up."

"You better get to work then."

He might have been smug but you were confident. You weren't lacking in experience and you know he's had a raging hard on for a while now. This was gonna come down to self-control.

You sank to your knees, tugging down the tight boxers along with you, and needless to say, you were quite pleased with the sight you were met with.

Bakugo wasn't the thickest but he had a good amount of length to him. Not to mention a vein that you were running the tip of your tongue along before you could stop yourself. He settled himself against the counter, his hand cradling the back of your head while you had your fun with him.

With one hand gripping his shaft, you sucked his pink head into your mouth, tongue dancing around, hollowing out your cheeks. It all had him moaning in about a minute with his eyes shut and head against a cabinet.

Slowly you could feel him pushing and pulling you, your lips would meet your fist and then he'd pull you back again. "No hands, babe. Lemme see it."

Giving him what he wanted, you let your hands roam the rest of his body, cradling his balls with a moan, your other hand racking down his abs. Honestly, you could only make it about halfway down his cock and still be comfortable, he was just too damn long, but Bakugo knew you could go further.

The slight pressure of his fingerpads on the back of your head was all the more warning you were giving before he pushed you further onto him with a guttural moan. You gagged for just a second and he held you in place, humming contently before letting you breathe again.

This pace he set kept going, further and further until he was just fucking your mouth. You could barely believe it when your nose was tickled by neatly trimmed hair. Nails digging into the backs of his thighs, like holding onto him was really going to help.

Soon enough his hips were thrusting rather than him moving your head. Holding you still with little grunts and swears falling from his lips as drool fell from yours.

He was gonna lose the damn bet, it was the only thought that filled your head when he was stuffing your throat. But the bastard timed it too perfectly. He came just after the timer sounded, deep down your throat. "I. Win." He punctuated with a final two thrusts. "Swallow it all, got it."

You would just as soon as his cock stopped filling you.

Bakugo helped you up off the ground, slipping himself back inside his boxers for the time being, and got you a large class of water. You contemplated yanking him back to his bedroom or just asking him to fuck you against the counter wondering all the places he could hit inside of you with that cock.

But then he pulled the dessert back out and, oh man, it smelled delightful!

"The small white jar behind you." You spun around and handed it over after he finished washing his hands. He carefully sprinkled sugar like falling snow over the custard, turning it slowly to make sure every bit was covered.

"Do you have a torch you'd like me to grab?" You asked trying to make yourself useful but he scoffed, actually, he looked downright offended you asked.

"I am the damn torch!"

Small pops left his palm, the littlest explosions. You didn't even know he was capable of using his quirk in such a delicate way. Slowly, the sugar began to turn a golden brown, and when Bakugo deemed them perfect he pulled out a spoon, tapping and cracking his hard work, and fed you a bite.

The man looked so eager in a way all this own. He didn't ask your thoughts but his eyes begged to know and you could have toyed with him, kept him on the edge of his seat, but it was too good for that.

"Katsuki, if I had any hesitation about wanting to fuck you before, it's gone now. This is fucking delectable! If you ever wanna stop being a pro, just become a baker. You'll never want for anything."

And that was how you got Katsuki Bakugo to actually laugh. It was short, sweet, and a little gravelly but it made your heart squeeze in your chest, and damn did you wish he'd do it more.

"Can, um, can I save the rest for later?"

"I thought you liked it."

"Oh, I do. I just need another kind of dessert right now." You swished your hips, walking back to the hallway. "I'm in the mood for a different kind of... filling."

Another laugh and he chased after you. "That was fucking terrible." He slammed the door and shoved you down on the bed.

"Does that mean I'm not getting filled up?"

He wasted no time now, literally tearing your panties off this time. "Am I gonna have to fuck you stupid so you stop making terrible jokes?"

"Probably." You tugged his boxers down his muscular tights.

"Fine by me."

#mha #mha y/n #bnha #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo smut #bakugo smut #bakugo x y/n #mha smut #bakugo headcanons

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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Vicious

Part VII

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1864.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

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You wanted to slap yourself. What the hell was wrong with you today? Why did you tell Peter that?!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...” Completely baffled with you behavior, you were deeply ashamed, unable to look the guy in the eyes and wanting nothing but fall into the earth.

“Ah, I got it. It’s Steve, isn’t it?” All of a sudden, Peter let out an irritated sigh, rolling his eyes skywards and rubbing his neck. “Of course, who else would say such nonsense. Blackmail, really? Funny he didn’t call me a stalker or anything.”

“Listen, I didn’t mean it, I’m really-”

“It’s ok.” He closed the locker, slamming its door loudly and making you jump. “It’s not your fault. If I heard that from somebody, I’d be scared too.”

He spent a couple of seconds staring into the wall until he rubbed his neck again tiredly and huffed. It took him less than a minute to regain his composure, and you heard him murmuring, “What a freak.”

He didn't return to the corridor, heading to the sports hall for his PE class, instead moving to the bench in the locker room and motioning you to sit. Feeling terribly awkward, you hoped he wasn't going to do anything out of anger, even though he had every right to be upset at your stupid behavior.

"About what he said," Peter took a deep breath, "it's nothing like that. I don't dig up some nasty stuff in the web to blackmail people. I've never done it. The reason why Mr. I-am-better-than-you said that is because I've made him take me into his little bodyguard group when I heard him talking to Loki. You're nice, and I wanted to help. Of course, Steve started acting like I was some creep, so he refused, and I had to remind him that, technically, he had to report your issue to the administration, not play a hero. I said that if I go and tell the whole story to the dean, Steve's gonna be in trouble because he knew who thieves were and didn't report them."

It was a loud off your mind. Goodness. Rogers called this a blackmail? Really? Just because Peter pushed Steve into taking him into their group?

You were less and less sure Rogers was sane. You definitely had to be careful around him.

"I can't believe he called it a blackmail." You admitted quietly, and the guy sent you a tired smile. "Peter, I'm so, so sorry. It was so stupid of me."

"Nah, don't worry. I'd freak out too if I didn't know the whole story."

You knew your apologies weren't enough, but you hoped Peter didn't take it to heart - if you can take such an accusation easily, that is. Shit, shit, shit, why did you believe everything these guys were saying? You didn't even know them in the first place! Why on Earth did you go asking them their opinions on others if all of them were biased, and every guy could twist the truth the way he liked? You shouldn't have let their words affect you that much.

"Whatever. At least now you know what Rogers is like." Peter sent you a grim smile and got up, picking his bright yellow sackpack from the floor. "Shit, I gotta go if I don't wanna be late. Let's meet in a library later, alright?"

"O-of course." You hurriedly stood up and left the lockers room after him, turning to the library: your Lit class was cancelled, so you decided to go study right away. At this time, the library was usually full, and you felt safe there.

Your thoughts were all about the guys again even when you were staring at your laptop, trying to focus on Excel numbers. Why did you feel like the atmosphere between them was so dense? If they were at such terms with each other, why did they group together to help you? What, because all of them loved you so much? It was ridiculous. There was something else to it, and you didn't know. You had a feeling no one was going to tell you the truth until you figured it all out by yourself.

Weird. It was all so weird. Steve's plan, their behavior, the relationships between them, and your nagging feeling they all were hiding something. Was it them who were actually following you?

The thought scared you to the point you started shivering. Oh shit.

"Hi there," the guy appeared behind your back so suddenly you almost jumped, looking at him wide-eyed, "sorry, did I startle you?"

"H-hi Jake! No, it's ok, I was just... studying." Both of you were talking in hushed voices, knowing the librarian would kick you out immediately if she heard some noise. "How are you?"

"I'm great, how're you?" You could hear concern in his voice: he was one of Thor's friends you met yesterday, and although you spoke briefly, Thor definitely told him more about you. "You look a bit worried."

"Oh, it's Math, I didn't really understand the topic, and we're having an exam on Monday... guess I'll be studying the whole weekend." You gave him your best smile to reassure you were totally ok, and the guy relaxed a little, smiling at you, too.

"I'm sure you'll pass. Thor said you're very smart."

What, he said that to all of them? Was he simply boasting about his girlfriend to his friends or was there something more to it?

"You're too kind. Thank you."

His smile grew wider, and he landed on the next seat to yours, resting his hands on the table. Apparently, there was something he wanted to talk to you about, and you grew uneasy.

"Listen, about these incidents... Thor told us all about it, so if you see any freaks following you around, you can message any of us, and we'll come right away." Looking at his serious expression, his bushy brows furrowed, you hoped he eas being sincere with you: you had enough with people you could no longer trust. "And also... that kid, if he's giving you troubles or anything, just let me know, and I'll tell him to keep his hands to himself"

Oh, he was talking about Peter, wasn't he? He had probably seen that silly photo. Wow, you though, Peter was totally right about Instagram: it was the best news source in the academy.

Thanking him for his concern, you laughed a little, convincing him there was nothing serious except for the theft and promising to tell him if anything weird would be going on. While it should have made you feel safer, in fact, you only grew more frustrated with this situation. You wanted to forget about these freaks and just spend you day like any normal student would, but everywhere you went people were staring at you as if you had a horn; one boyfriend or the other was always close to protect you from some unknown danger, and although you believed they tried to help, you hated the feeling they were hiding something from you. Why did you have to be going through all this? Wasn't it really better to drop off school, spend a year working and then apply to a better place?

Thinking of the faces your parents would make once you returned home, you realized it wasn't. This school with all those creeps wasn't worse than home that never felt like a safe place you wanted to come back to. Besides, all money you saved up until now were only good for buying food and things like that: you'd never afford to rent a decent place unless you found a well-paid job. It meant staying with your parents, and it wouldn't be much better than here, just different. If you wanted to drop off, you had to find a good place to stay.

Well, you could at least try, right?

When Peter met you in the library, the two of you no longer talked about anything important, simply studying together to prepare for the exams next week. It didn't feel off: from time to time you met his gaze, and the both of you smiled. You were thankful he didn’t talk about Steve or other guys or that weirdo in the lockers room.

Once you returned home, you went straight to bed, completely exhausted. Luckily, you did much more than yesterday, so you could rest now, but then you thought of Thor kissing you and bit down the pillow, angry at yourself. Why did you keep thinking of him right now?

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When you woke up the next morning, you felt like something was off: your body ached, your throat hurt, and your headache was only making it worse. Dammit, you caught a cold, probably. And that’s when it was finally the day to meet Steve, the guy you thought was a mastermind behind all these manipulations that were making you sick to the core.

Anyway, it’s not like a mere cold would prevent you from doing everything you had planned. You left your bed and went to the bathroom, moving the dresser before again.

Honestly, it felt terrible. It was definitely because of that flimsy dress you wore to school yesterday when the weather was becoming chilly. Argh. Watching your puffy eyes and swollen nose, you sneezed. Today you had to apply way more makeup to look decently.

Steve showed up earlier than either Thor or Peter: you had to skip your breakfast, hoping to buy something cheap in the cafeteria.

“Good morning.” He said with his everyday polite expression that soon shifted into a concerned one. “Are you alright?”

What, was it that bad? You did your absolute best to apply enough makeup and do your hair. Did you still look so sick?

“Good morning. Yes, I’m ok, just feeling a little sleepy.” You yawned on purpose, covering your mouth with your hand, and Steve’s face softened.

“Did you study all night?”

“Yep, exams are driving me a little crazy.”

“I understand. I also stayed late last night.”

Of course, the student council president studying all days long to be number one student in the academy. If you didn’t know of his twisted nature, you’d think he was the most typical nerd.

You spent most of the time either in silence or talking about studies, the academy, and everything related to it. Steve acted like a gentleman and a scholar, albeit a little too demonstratively. Walking with you as if he were a king of the place, he constantly replied to greetings of others, waved to his acquaintances and smiled. You felt so off you wanted to find Loki and walk with him: unlike Steve, he was considered unpleasant by the prevailing majority of students.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” America golden boy asked you for the last time, and you forced yourself to smile.

“Of course. Thanks for coming, see you later, Steve.”

As he finally left you in peace, you almost fell down into your chair, your fever only getting worse despite the fact you took some painkillers. It was going to be a long day.

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kuroos-babie · 4 years

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Falling in Love with a Single Mom

Sugawara x fem!Reader | Kenma x fem!Reader

[ Headcanons/MiniFic ]

Request: hi!! i absolutely loved your single mum hc and please could you write the same but with sugawara and kenma? thank you so much- you’re doing great!!! — anonymous

a/n: sorry it took so long!! wasn't feeling motivated lately and didn't want to put out half-assed stuff :(( I HOPE U LIKE THIS ANON!!!!!

❀ suga sat in front of the class, observing his class of 4 year-olds with a gentle smile on his face.

❀ they were all minding their own, occasionally calling out for their teacher when they were short on glue and fancy stickers, checking up on their tablemates to compare their crafts

❀ one particular student catches his eye as the child opted to lay on his arms folded on top of his desk, looking sullen, instead of working on the given task; a father’s day card

“hey, is everything all right? are you not feeling well?”, his voice was soft as he approached the boy and his eyes grew softer when the he shook his head and proceeded to bury his face between his arms.

“why aren’t you making a card, then? look, all your friends are doing one for their dads.”

“i don’t even have a dad to give it to, why would i even make one.”

suga was taken aback by the young one’s words but stood his ground

“give it to me then, i’ll be your substitute dad”, he said with a gentle hand on the boy’s back, smiling even wider when the boy looked at him with a giddy smile

“really?”

❀ the child then proceeded to work on a card; enumerating all the nice things he likes about his teacher-turned-substitute-dad

❀ after adding the final sprinkle of glitter, he excitedly went to show his finished product

❀ suga scanned his work, his smile never leaving his face but the clumsily written bit at the end left his heart soft with sympathy for the little boy

❀ “i wish suga-san really was my dad, we would have lots of fun playing at the park and mama won’t be too lonely anymore!”

❀ when the day came to a wrap, he found himself being dragged through the halls, your child pulling him by the sleeve

"mama said she'll be picking me up today!"

he laughed nervously but continued to match the boy's little steps, "that's great! but why do i have to come with?"

"i want you to meet mama! i bet you'll like her, she's really nice, her food is amazing!! and she's the preeeeeettiest girl ever"

❀ and oh boy was he right

❀ suga couldn't contain the the wild blush that found it's way to his face, tinting his cheeks and the tip of his ears

❀ he hasn't felt this flustered since kiyoko held his hands

❀ he watched the boy let go of his sleeve to run to you, meeting him with a sweet smile

"mama! suga-san said he'd be my dad so i can have someone to give my dad's day card to!!"

you looked shocked. then confused. and then just plainly amused.

"baby, i told you to call your teachers sensei, haven't i?"

"but if he's my dad now should i still be calling him sensei?"

"you'd only cause trouble, baby. besides, i don't think he wants to be a full-time dad just yet, isn't that right sensei?"

you shot him an apologetic smile and he glance at the boy whose eyes are already brimming with tears

"i-i wouldn't mind at all!", he blurted out before he could even stop himself

his face flushed an even deeper shade of red which you found endearingly cute, "I MEAN ONLY IF YOU WANTED TO. IF HE! if he.. wanted to, i mean. yes."

❀ and that is how he found himself sat in your living room floor two weeks later, playing legos with your son

❀ he knew he couldn't be with you just yet, not when he still has your son as his student

❀ but when he glances at you busily preparing food in the kitchen and at the little boy on the floor trying to make turtles out of legos, he knew he'd be able to wait for a bit more.

❀ you and kenma lived in the same apartment complex, on the same floor, separated by a single wall

❀ being a new mom living alone with her 3-month old child wasn't easy

❀ sleepless nights, panicked grocery runs, and a shit ton of noise complaints from your neighbor

❀ noise complaints in the form of small pieces of paper slipped through the crack of your door

❀ "pls quiet down, trying to sleep. ty"

❀ but it was one evening when kenma had a scheduled stream and your baby's been inconsolable for the last 45 minutes, her cries seeping through the thin walls and bouncing across kenma's flat that he decided to come over yours

he knocked at your door, annoyance clearly shown in the way his eyebrows are knitted in a frown

"can you please do quiet down a bit? i'm trying to stream and the mic's picking up your baby's... crying"

he couldn't help but notice your disheveled look; wrinkled shirt, eyebags and tear-stained cheeks while you held your child, rubbing circles on her back in an attempt to calm her down.

"i'm very very sorry, she hasn't been feeling well. i'm sorry for the trouble, i really am"

he couldn't possibly be mad at you still, he figured you had it really tough and kenma's not the type to deliberately make you suffer even more

with a sigh and a quiet, "it's fine, i guess", he went back to his unit, deciding to cancel the stream just this once

❀ that evening, kenma laid on his bed thinking about you, or your situation rather.

❀ you woke up the next morning with a bag of groceries hanging on your doorknob

❀ it was full of cupped ramen, gatorade, a couple jars of baby food and a note in the same neat handwriting

❀ "i'll be next door if u need any help"

❀ you continued finding random treats at your doorstep with little notes for a few more weeks

"i ordered too much, u can have it."

"sponsor sent some stuff i didn't need."

"friend brought food, couldn't finish it all."

❀ you find it sweet but couldn't help feeling guilty having to bother your quiet neighbor like this

❀ so you decided to post your own little note on your door, hoping he'd find it

❀ "what food do u like?"

❀ the same hour you put it up, you heard shuffling outside your door

❀ and as expected there was another bag of instant ramen with your note scribbled with his reply

❀ "apple pie"

❀ a week passed with radio silence between you two, even your baby has been cooperative enough in your mission of trying to make apple pie

❀ soon you found yourself in front of the door right beside yours, freshly baked apple pie in your mitten-clad hands and your daughter blubbering in her carrier on your back

you knocked.

"uhm hi, i'm y/n. i made some apple pie, figured you wanna share."

kenma's eyes were wide and his cheeks dusted pink the same shade of yours.

he ushered you inside and prepared two plates and forks for the both of you.

"thanks for the stuff" was your meek attempt at breaking the silence.

"it's nothing really"

you noticed him silently looking at your daughter whose hands found their way into her mouth

carefully placing her from your lap to kenma's you giggled as panic flashed in his eyes.

he held her nonetheless, smiling softly as she reached out a slobbered hand to his cheeks and letting out curious coos

❀ you both soon found comfort in each other's homes, coming and going as you both shared takeout, home-cooked meals and stories in between

❀ kenma's fondess for your child grew apparent in the way he'd let her crawl all over him and tug at his hair and the way he held her up just to hear her giggles and the way you'd find him passed out on your couch with your baby on his chest and a protective arm around her

❀ what wasn't obvious to you was the way he would stare at you lovingly as you tucked your daughter to sleep in her crib every afternoon, or the way his little notes turned to subtle love confessions

❀ or the way he's been building up the courage in asking you to move in to a new house together and be a real family.

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mariesdameron · 3 years

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Sophie & Sackler Chapter Nine: I won't give up on you.

CW: Mental Health (Anxiety, panic attacks, depression, self negative talk) Morning Sickness associated with pregnancy, pregnancy, infertility issues, doctor's office, blood, wound, stitches, prescription medication, mention of potential miscarriage, medical termination, arguing. (It's worth the read, I promise)

WC: 4 674

AN: It was so refreshing to visit these two again. I am sorry for anyone following the series for the very long delay in Chapter Nine. I appreciate your continued love and support for me and Sophie and Sackler.

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Two pink lines are all it takes to change your entire life--two pink lines. Sophie stared at the three discarded pregnancy tests still peeking out from the trash can. After the first one, she knew that she was pregnant, but anxiety spurred her to take two more.

She had been puking for the last week. Soul-sucking exhaustion had plagued her, and when her period didn't show, it was settled. Sophie curled herself into a ball. Getting pregnant was not something that could happen for her, or so the doctors had informed her for the last fifteen years of her life. It was destined to fail. It wasn't worth speaking about.

Sophie argued with herself, gazing at the bathroom tiles. She wouldn't need to do anything about it. She could go to the clinic herself instead of waiting around for the inevitable. Adam did not have to know. Teardrops spilled off her chin. They had spoken about it once, only once.

Sophie remembered when she dumped the bomb on Adam pretty early in the relationship. She tore it off like a band-aid. She couldn't have children. He needed to know; she couldn't have him imagining an impossible future together. Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Adam marched to her, dropped to his knees, and professed how much he loved her before crushing her to him.

Sophie clambered around the floor, looking for her cellphone. Dialing Sam’s phone number. The voicemail picked up, provoking a guttural scream from Sophie's breast. She needed Adam. Adam would tell her it was okay that they would deal with it together. Sophie gazed down at her cell lock screen. Adam's toothy grin begged her to call.

Sophie closed her eyes; her thoughts jumbled. She envisioned the expression on his face when he eventually learned the news. Joy would radiate over him before Sophie would grind him up with the reality of it all. She would miscarry. Sophie abandoned her phone on the floor before turning to vomit.

- - - - - -

Sophie had tried to tell Adam since she discovered the news. She had dialed his cellphone at least a hundred times and hung up before it rang. She resolved to wait. Wait until he came home, and she could sit down and do it face to face. He merited to have the discussion in person.

Sophie picked at her Blueberry Muffin as Sam sat across from her, sipping her coffee. Sam had been spending an extra amount of time with her over the last couple of weeks, thankfully.

"Do you want to go over the plan again?" Sam questioned, biting down on her lip as she studied Sophie's face. Sophie shook her head, tasting the Blueberries starting to come back up her throat.

"No. It's fine. I got it." Sophie pushed away the muffin. Sam looked doubtful.

"Well, I think it's best to just do it like we planned. Like we talked about. It's best to just put it out there right away. Don't let it fester. I mean, I get why you wanted to wait until he got home but remember he may be pissed that you waited three weeks after the fact to say anything." Sophie bit her lip. She didn't need to rehash this again. She had already decided that she would tell him his first night home. No, turning back now.

"Look, I got it. I will let him unpack. I ordered our favorite Chinese take out and once he's done with his spring roll. I will tell him." Sam rolled her eyes.

"Well, at least you still are maintaining your sarcasm." Sam peered down at her cellphone and groaned. "Alright, well, I need to get going. I really hate that I am leaving this weekend. Couldn't he have come home last weekend? For fuck's sake." Sam was in her cousin's wedding and committed to going away for the weekend. It just so happened to perfectly align with Adam's return from Los Angeles. Sam stood, grabbing Sophie by the shoulders. She squeezed Sophie to her chest. "You are going to be okay. Adam loves you. He will understand." Sophie nodded, wetting Sam's blouse.

"I know. I know." Sophie cleared her throat as Sam kissed her forehead.

"Call, text, whatever. And worst-case scenario, I can jet back right after the ceremony. But it will be fine." Sam smoothed Sophie's hair back from her face. "I promise." Sophie smiled weakly at her friend.

"Everything is going to be fine."

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The Chinese food was splayed out over the coffee table. Sophie had ordered all of Adam's favorites. Pacing in front of the couch, she ran her hands down her sides. She should be happy. Adam had been away for a while, deterred to Los Angeles after his big Sundance premiere.

She depressingly had kept the conversations brief. She knew that if there were longer, he would know something was up. But, instead, Adam was nothing but attentive and attuned to her and her moods. She missed him horribly. Holding onto this news broke her; she tried to address things with her therapist but canceled at the last minute. Acknowledging the truth was too hard. The only person who knew was Sam, and it was out of pure necessity.

Sophie looked at her cellphone. He was already in the city and would be arriving at any minute. She had to get it together. She couldn't meltdown as soon as he walked through the door. Adam didn't deserve this, he didn't. He didn't need the extra stress, his entire life was changing and for the greater. Sophie was only going to be the anchor that held him back.

Shaking her head at her thoughts, she stared at the picture frame on the bookshelf. It was her favorite picture of them. Sophie had tried to get both of their faces in camera view while Adam licked her face like the puppy he was. Then, like magic, she detected him at the door. On command, she was emotional as Adam entered. His bag in hand, luggage hauling behind him, and a bouquet of wildflowers balancing under his chin.

"Kid!" He shouted and dumped everything to the floor, moving to her in giant strides. Adam scooped Sophie into a firm embrace. "I fucking missed you so much." Adam murmured into Sophie's hair. "I felt like a little kid on the way here. Like it was fucking Christmas morning or something." Adam let go of her long enough to caress her face before drawing her back into a kiss.

Everything dissolved--only Adam existed. They broke from their embrace, gasping. Adam's eyes dilated, cheeks crimsoned. "I am never leaving the apartment again." He said breathlessly with a smirk that pierced Sophie's heart. Sophie ran her hands through his black mane.

"You cut your hair?" She said, hushed, allowing the silky strands to slip effortlessly through her fingers. Adam beamed, grazing kisses on her temples and cheeks.

"Yeah, my agent thought it was time to change up my look for some upcoming potential projects." He touched his lips back to hers before pretending to sulk. "Do you not like it?" Sophie shook her head.

"I love it." She purred as she sank her face into his chest, breathing him in. She nearly could let go of the panic that was building inside of her. Finding comfort in her safe harbor. Adam caged Sophie to his breast, touching his lips to her brow.

"Fuck, I really really missed you. I feel like we've hardly spoken." Adam wandered over to the living room set up. Grinning, he let go of Sophie. "I see you have laid out a mighty banquet for my return. I couldn't have planned anything more satisfying than this." Putting up his hands, he dashed to the door, plucking up the flowers he had abandoned. "For you, my lady." He bowed slightly before presenting the colorful array of perennials. Sophie swallowed down the guilt welling in her throat. He was perfect. Honestly, he was. Sophie fixed a smile and shuffled to the kitchen to find a vase. Adam thrust off his shoes and plopped down onto the couch.

"Man, I've been craving --- Lo Mein. Los Angeles is nothing compared to New York." Shoving a crab Rangoon in his mouth, he fiddled with the containers. Sophie stood in front of the sink, watching the water run. Did she have to tell him tonight? She could wait. A few days would not make a difference, not in terms of biology anyways. Instinctively her hand went to her stomach, and she sensed the urgency to be sick. How was she going to explain the constant puking? Before she grasped what was transpiring, her blood was dripping onto the stainless steel. Gazing down at the glass pieces from the vase, she distinguished Adam's muted voice next to her before her senses returned.

"Kid! Kid! What did you do?" Adam cautiously drew her hands back, examining the deep gash on her hand. " That's gonna need stitches, baby." Then, clutching the roll of paper towels, Adam wrapped up her wound. Sophie stood confused at her own carelessness.

It would have been entertaining to watch Adam work a smartphone app, however, Sophie's mind remained unable to manifest words. Her mental dissociation was in full swing, the weight of her mind dragging her through mechanical motions. Attempting to make sense of the scene, Adam led her to the door as he typed into his phone.

- - - -

Sophie sat on the end of the hospital bed. The white starkness of the room was effectively raising Sophie's anxiety, along with following her boyfriend's pacing in front of her.

"Adam, please just sit down... PLEASE." Sophie sounded slightly more forceful than intended. Adam froze and stared at her, face drained of blood. Sophie recognized that he was panicked. This was definitely not the way she desired to spend his first night home. Before Adam could speak, the Doctor strolled into the examination room. “Sophie, I am Dr. Davis.” He observed Adam, who stood fidgeting in the corner. Finally, Adam cleared his throat and stepped forward, taking the Doctor's hand.

"Adam, Sackler. Boyfriend." Dr. Davis nodded in understanding as he lifted Sophie's bandaged hand.

"Well, it was a sizeable gash, and you will need stitches, which we will be applying soon.” Dr. Davis flipped through her chart. "Is there anything else we should know about before I get started on your stitches? For example, are you allergic to anything that may not be noted on your chart?"

Sophie shook her head no, glimpsing over at Adam, who remained in the corner. His face troubled as he regarded the Doctor removing the bandaging. Sophie's mind raced. Was pregnancy something she had to tell the Doctor? This is not the fucking way Adam needed to find out that she was pregnant. Sophie's heart began racing, and the Doctor certainly took notice.

"It's alright; it will be over sooner than you think." He said, patting Sophie gently. Adam exhaled before scooting closer to them.

"I am right here, kid." His voice shaky, but his jaw locked tightly. Her chest throbbed. He didn't justify this bullshit. How could she be so stupid? How could she be so careless? Ruining his first night, becoming pregnant. She had always been so careful. She was on birth control. They didn't always use a condom, but the frequency was low. Doctor Davis stood interrupting Sophie's thoughts. He was finished. He analyzed her face before speaking.

"How are you feeling, Sophie? I saw in your chart that you were on a couple of psychiatric medications. I can bring in the nurse for something to ease the panic?" Sophie's eyes flew to Adam.

She avoided talking about her mental illness around him. She knew he didn't judge her or care, but she wanted desperately to keep it away from him. Sophie shrugged her shoulders. Doctor Davis acknowledged. "I am going to send her in with something. Xanax, I saw marked for emergency usage. I will send her in with a low dose. Just to help take the edge off.” Sophie bit her lip and accepted.

Adam slid next to her, immediately rubbing her back in comfort when they were alone. Sophie closed her eyes. She had to tell him. Adam tugged her tight to him.

"Kid, it's okay. You are all sewed up. No big deal. We will be back to the apartment, devouring our spring rolls soon." Turning, she studied his sweet freckled face that never ceased to make her heart ache.

"Adam...I have to tell you something." Sophie stuttered, the keen stabbing dread seizing her chest. Adam sympathetically leaned in and swept a kiss to her face.

"Kid, you didn't ruin my night. I know you are worried about it. I promise all I wanted is to see you." He reflected. "I mean, I didn't want to watch you gash your fucking hand open, but it's fine." He relaxed his head on Sophie's shoulder. The nurse cleared her throat as she entered. Sophie's nails burrowed into her palms as she observed the nurse move around her supplies.

"I am Minda; the Doctor thinks a small dose of Xanax would be helpful after looking over your medical history. Don't worry." The oxygen seeped from the room. Sophie couldn't breathe. "Xanax is deemed safe throughout pregnancy."

Inhaling faster, the nurse interrupted what she was doing and examined Sophie. "Deep breaths. The Doctor also wanted me to ask if you were interested in an iron infusion. We can schedule one for you to come back. Being that you are anemic, it's a good idea with you being pregnant." Sophie refused to look at Adam. She couldn't. Her eyes begged the nurse.

"Could you maybe come back in a few minutes?" Sophie mumbled amidst small gasps. The nurse's eyes widened, discerning the situation. Pursing her lips, she handed the paper cup of Xanax to Sophie.

"I'll be back in ten minutes for your discharge paperwork." Sophie kept her eyes to the floor, listening for the door to close. She waited. She waited for him to speak, but the room remained silent despite the beeps and hums from nearby equipment.

Lifting her eyes, she wasn't sure what to think. Adam sat, his arms criss crossed over his chest. His frame was trembling, his nostrils flared. He was watching Sophie. Her sight clouded, and her throat constricted as Adam stood, his hands twitching at his side.

"How long?" He stammered, rubbing his hands over his face. "How long have you known? And why didn't you tell me?" His face, drawn with agitation. Sophie shook her head, swallowing down sobs.

"I didn't know how to tell you." She faltered. Adam began pacing back and forth.

"I don't know... something like, Adam, I am pregnant would have worked okay." Sophie looked at the pills on the side table. She could take them. It would make this easier. It would prevent the impending panic attack that was threatening with every word exchanged.

Adam followed Sophie's gaze and stepped towards her, taking the cup and forcing it in her free hand. "Take them; you don't need an attack right now." His tone softened as he spoke. Sophie gulped the pills down as Adam renewed pacing. "Please say something." Finally, he stopped, misty-eyed as he pleaded. Sophie wrung her hands.

"I've known since I got back from 'Sundance.'” She whispered, seeing his face sink further. "I wanted to tell you, but I knew how much it would hurt you." Her tears leaked from her nose.

"Why? Would it hurt me, Sophie?" Adam strode to her, gripping her face in his hands. "I fucking love you. Why would I ever be upset about this? Unless..." Back hutching forward, his eyes snapped shut. Gradually, he retreated. "Did you do it? Did you 'take care’ of it? " He challenged, his voice vibrating. Sophie furiously shook her head.

"No, no." Her heart pulsated in the vice grip constricting it. She knew the memories that were inundating his brain. Raising his head, shades of crimson grew up his neck. Adam wiped his reddening eyes and smoothed back his hair.

"We can talk about this more at home. But I don't want to do this here. I'm beat from the flight, and this isn't good for you." Adam tapped his forehead. "I am going to take a walk around the floor, and then hopefully, when I get back, we can go." Sophie sucked on her lower lip, agreeing.

Sophie sank her head in her hands as Adam disappeared. She hadn't 'taken care’ of it yet, but that was up next for discussion. She had explained that the Doctors had told her she cannot carry a baby to full term. He had said he understood and loved her nevertheless.

Was he about to go against his words? This was everything Sophie wanted to avoid. She told him she couldn't have kids. Just because this accidental pregnancy happened, it doesn't equal a child. It involves a miscarriage. Despite the nauseating pains in her stomach, the impulse to scream simmered. The nurse knocked before entering, clipboard in hand.

"Just a few signatures and you are good to go." Sophie gripped the pen, knowing full well the night was not close to being over.

- - - -

The ride back to the apartment was quiet. Sackler walked straight to the bathroom and closed the door. She heard the water running. She knew he was attempting to calm down. Unfortunately, there would be no deescalating at this moment. He would need to listen to her and understand what was necessary.

Seating herself on the edge of the couch, she waited until she heard the bathroom door open. Adam leaned against the wall, facing Sophie. Sliding his restless hands into his pockets, his face distorted with emotion. Sophie licked her dry lips. Then, steadying herself against the cushions, she let it all pour out.

"I am so sorry, Adam. I know I should have told you sooner. I just thought you deserved better to hear it all in person. I didn't want it to be like this. I definitely didn't expect your first night home to go this way. I wanted us to have a few happy moments together before I dropped the news. I just knew how much it was going to hurt you. Knowing that it would result in nothing." Adam abruptly held up his hands, muttering for her to stop.

"What are you saying to me, Sophie? Have you already decided then? To just go ahead and --." Adam cleared his throat. His adam's apple bobbed harshly as he drank down his evident disgust. Anger swelled in Sophie's gut, vibrating throughout her body.

"Don't, Adam Sackler. Do not look at me like this. You KNEW!" Sophie's voice bellowed through the living room. "I told you, I couldn't have children remember? That wasn't just a lifestyle choice. I explained it all very carefully to you." Adam leaped from his spot, frantically running his hands through his hair.

"You said you couldn't get pregnant. But here you are, pregnant. Pregnant with my child." His tone dipped in desperation.

"It's not a child. It's a pregnancy. Don't put this on me, Adam. Please. I told you that I wouldn't be able to carry a child to full term. I told you." The weight of her words split her mind. It was bad enough that these thoughts plagued her mind every occasion that she strolled past a school or a park crowded with kids.

Or all the intruding conversations of 'when are you going to have children?' 'You are getting up there in age, sweetheart. You should consider.' The societal expectation that she should and could bear children produced countless episodes of worthlessness and failure. She believed she had escaped this topic with Adam after their initial conversation.

Adam kneeled and lowered his gaze. Sophie caught his sigh as he rubbed at his jaw.

"I know what we discussed, but it's at least something that we can look into? See a doctor first? Before we make any hasty conclusions." He faltered as he spoke, his pitch mounting in sentiment. Sophie wordlessly watched Adam's hunched form. His sniffling and deep breathing were venom in her veins. Her beautiful Adam, she knew her troubles would eventually destroy him and her both. Clawing into her arms, she attempted to steady her speech.

"I don't think you understand...It was made pretty clear to me that I can't have children. I guess we could get a hopeful Doctor and have them tell us to hold out and see..." Adam lifted his head, eyes eager and bloodshot. The optimism on his face induced bile up her esophagus. "You aren't the one who is going to have to go through the physical loss. The emotional toll isn't the only thing I will suffer through, please... Understand." Sophie's bottom lip quivered at the notion of going through it all again. She couldn't. Adam wiped his nose on the back of his sleeve as he stood.

"And I have to suffer knowing that this is the second chance I lose at becoming a father." His statement pierced through her. She was going to hurl.Hurrying to her feet, Sophie bolted herself in the bathroom before bowing over the toilet. Her head was a pulsating jackhammer.

"Sophie, kid. Open the door, let me help you." Sophie wept amidst upheavals. "Jesus fucking Christ kid, just unlock the door, please." Finally, Sophie regained her composure as she located a towel.

"Adam, just go." Sophie pleaded weakly, relishing in the coldness of the cloth on her blazing skin.

"Sophie, don't. Please don't do this. Let me in." Adam's voice fractured as his hands pounded against the wood. "I love you so much. I need this all to be okay." He cried. Sophie held herself, the sting of his earlier statements still raw. He would blame her forever. There wasn't winning here.

Sure, he would be more understanding on the surface if she miscarried. Still, he set her up to be the villain, with her not wanting to follow through with the pregnancy. She couldn't look him in the eyes each day, knowing that he resented her for all of this. Sophie shook when Adam roared incoherently. She stilled in the abrupt silence of the apartment. A few brief moments passed before Adam was back at the door.

"I am going to a hotel.” Sophie heard Adam's hesitation. "Text me when you are ready to talk." Then, skipping a beat, he breathed 'I love you' and 'I am sorry' before his scuffling was gone. Sophie slumped to the tile, desperate for relief from the ache in her breast, pulsating mind, and hollowness in her stomach.

- - - -

Sophie opened her eyes, blinking at the harshness of the overhead light. She had cried herself to sleep. Standing up, Sophie searched for the ibuprofen. She felt hungover. Glancing at the bathroom mirror, she grimaced. Swollen eyes and puffy cheeks stared back at her. Sophie unlocked the door, as she did, a large object fell towards her, sending her into a fury, jumping backward and screaming. She heard Adam's voice through her yells.

"KID! It's me. It's me." Adam jumped up from the floor, his hands stretching out towards Sophie. "Shh... It's just me." Adam drew Sophie to him, enveloping her into his chest. Sophie's mind intuitively eased as his comforting scent overwhelmed her thoughts.

"I thought you went to a hotel." She murmured into his shirt, pressing her face further into his breast. Adam's grip tightened as he pressed his lips to her forehead.

"I couldn't. I got to the bottom of the stairs and turned back around. My entire fucking world is right here. Why would I go anywhere else?" Sophie's muscles tightened as the previous conversation rushed back to her. Adam immediately cupped her face in his hands. "Kid, let's go to bed. Let me hold you. We don't need to talk about this anymore tonight. Let's go to bed, please." Adam's wide amber eyes silently pleaded for her to listen. Sophie nodded. Her body was heavy, her mind pained and hazy.

Adam removed both his and Sophie's clothes before pulling back the sheets and comforter. Opening his arms, he dragged her to him. Wrapping his legs and arms around her, he caged her to him.

"Sleepy time." He teased quietly as he caressed kisses into her hair. Sophie sighed deeply before allowing the steady rise and fall of Adam's chest to lull her to sleep.

- - -

Sophie woke to Adam lying on top of her, his head peacefully nuzzled into her breasts. Shaking her head and smirking, she worked her fingers through his black mane. Adam let out a small grunt.

"I've missed you so much." He mumbled, his voice gravelly from sleep.

"Me, too," Sophie whispered, scratching her nails over his scalp. Adam nudged her breast with his nose before lifting his face to look at her. Sophie moved her hand to Adam's face, running her finger down his proud nose. He really was the most handsome man.

"Can we just try?" He blurted out. "I know you are scared. I am scared to, but kid, I want to try. I know it's not fair for me to ask this of you, and if you really say you can't, I will let it go..." Adam's voice trailed off as his lips trembled.

Sophie was surprised her brain didn't spiral at his words. She couldn't deny the fact that she had thought about trying to go through with it over the last few weeks. Sophie's eyes shifted to the freckles spattered across Adam's features.

Would their child have freckles like him? Would they come out rolly polly, all smiles, ears a little too big, and a mess of black hair? Adam dropped his face back to her sternum. Both of them laid in silence for a while before Sophie cleared her throat. Adam immediately was on alert.

"We will talk to the Doctor and see what they say... Then we make a decision." She whispered, swallowing down the knot that was forming. Adam nodded.

"Then we make a decision." He repeated before caressing a delicate kiss to her lips.

- - - - -

The Doctor shut the exam room's door softly, leaving Sophie and Sackler alone with their thoughts. The Doctor had explained that Sophie was officially two months along. Everything looked fine but informed of the complications with Sophie's medical history the Doctor had told them it would be a gamble but could be a viable pregnancy. Sophie sobbed.

Adam accompanied her in her weeping as the Doctor inquired if they wanted to hear the heartbeat. Despite the nagging pain in her chest, Sophie agreed. Sackler clasped her hand to his tear-soaked lips as the steady pulse sounded throughout the room.

Now, the two sat in silence, attempting to regain their composure. Sophie stared at the white tiles. She knew he was already wholeheartedly invested. She had watched him shake, snot dripping down his nose as the exam was done. Lifting her head, Adam was staring at her, his face flushed from his emotional outburst. His arms crossed protectively across his broad chest.

"Okay." She sputtered, her breathing intensifying as her mind accepted her decision. Adam jumped back, his hands immediately rubbing his jaw.

"Really?" His eyes grew as he kept his distance. Was he putting up an invisible wall? Sophie sucked on her bottom lip, nodding.

"Yeah, let's try." She whispered, her eyes stinging as the emotions resurfaced. Adam sprang towards her cupping her face in his hands.

"Kid, I love you. It's going to be okay." His speech raced. Afraid to welcome his enthusiasm, she forced a weak smile. Adam held her face to his, intently locking his gaze with hers. “Thank you for trying, that's enough for me. It’s more than enough.” Adam paused. "I am here no matter what happens. I am not going anywhere. I got you.” Sophie caressed her nose against Adam's.

"We got each other."

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h0neyjaehyun · 3 years

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☁︎ 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 ☁︎

Summary // Tali's period decided to pay a visit and everyone now gets to see what some girls go through.

Characters // Talia Flores + Nct 127 + Nct Dream (Except : Jaemin Mentions: Her mother)

Era / Year // November 2017

Word Count //

⚠️Warning⚠️ // Periods??

As many people do, people go through puberty, and Talia is no different. As most people call it, she pulled a Jungkook on us. She also had her period, the boys were ready for it and everything, but she never really showed signs she was on her period.

She got her period when she was 13 years old, and has it every 3 -4 months. She is irregular, but usually in that span she would get it, unless she is on a diet that is quiet dangerous then no period at all. When she does have her period the side effects she has is cramps, headache, nausea, and last but not least mood swings her mood swings are more emtional, like she cries more easily. Talia is one to be able to control her mood so mood swings she is able to hide pretty well but sometimes she slips up.

During the trainee days the boys didn't really care about her period, thats until they started living with her remember oh yeah, periods.

They don't ask, and she doesn't say, why? Cause she feels awkward asking them for stuff like pads, or ibuprofen etc. So she asks her personal manager or one of the girls from Blackpink.

Thats when one day, her period decided, hey...you gonna be in pain.

Tali woke up to pain on her stomach and head, she groan out in pain knowing, today is gonna be a long day. She went to the bathroom and got tampons and ibuprofen, she sat on the ground for a second so the pill can work, she sighed in relief when it started working but knowing her body its gonna come back up in a couple hours maybe even minutes. She got up and saw all of dream preparing breakfast.

"Hey sleepy head, you woke up late, when did you sleep." Jaemin nagged at her.

"Hmm, I don't remember but Im still tired." She mumbled as she sat next to Jeno and layed her head on his shoulder.

They all looked her worried, she seemed more tired then usual.

"EVERYONE!"

Everyone turned to the door and they saw Mark at the door they all looked at him confused.

"Lets go, we are gonna be late to the recording."

He hurried them. Talia's face filled with annoyance but reminded herself, do not take it out on them, do not take it out on them, they are just reminding you just go change. She chanted to herself, as she went to her room. Mark noticed her tiredness, but decided it was nothing.

She changed, brung her stuff for her period and a brown bag, as she feels like since her pain is this bad, nausea is bound to happen which equals throwing up. She left her room and everyone was there and they left, she texted her personal manager say she has her period, but she might have to canceled the recording session since its bad.

She remembered that Karma said she went on birth control to stop her period and she thought about it but thought...no I can handle it...boy was she wrong today.

They got in the car and she could feel her pain comeback its just has been 30 minutes maybe a little more, and in the car out of all times she thought. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying not to groan in pain.

They got to the company building as she was about to step down a sharp pain hit her abdomen, she yelped in pain and she she squeezed the door handle.

"Noona you okay?" Jeno asked as he was right behind and saw nothing could have hit her.

"Yeah I just...hit my finger on the door." She made a quick excuse. But the boys were not buying it, but they let it go. They walked in the building and went to the studio.

She sat down in silence as the boys were eyeing her. They knew about her period she just never shows it, so they don't know whats wrong.

"Lets start guys, who is gonna go first?" One of the producers asked mostly looking at Tali but she shook her head no, he got the hint and went on to Haechan. The boys saw the interaction, and now wondering whats wrong.

Tali moved up to the seat next to the producer. He whispered.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just got it today, and its a bad one...you got a water?" She asked him and he knew what she meant. He grabbed a water and handed it to her.

"So thats why you canceled the recording?" Tali nodded

"Yeah, I took ibuprofen 30 minutes ago and my pain has comeback so I'm gonna take another one."

He nodded, she grabbed her pills thinking no one was looking, as it seems the boys were looking at their lines, but in reality they were all looking at her.

They were worried and then when she got pills out of her bag, they were even more worried. She took them and put them bag quickly. They were confused. They saw her lean back and sigh with relief.

"You wanna go next?"

"Yeah, while this pill is working." She whispered, she got up went in the studio and smiled at Haechan but when she got in return was a worried look.

"Whats wrong?" She said to him.

"I should be asking you that, are you sure you hit your hand on the door or are you in pain somewhere else,Noona don't lie to me." Haechan warned, since Talia is not a big lier but when it comes to her health and pain she does.

"I'll be fine, okay, if I can live a day of dieting I can live through pain, don't worry yourself. Im a grown woman." She shook her head playfully at him, making it seem she was okay.

He was half convinced she was okay but the other half he knew she was lying about being okay.

She started recording and managed pretty well. She left with Mark and Haechan to practice with 127 she went up first then the other two behind her. They were looking at her for any sign of pain or discomfort but couldn't find any.

They made it to practice and she smiled at the guys. The choreographer called Tali to him before they started.

"Hey you good? I know how bad your cramps and nausea get, just tell me when you can't handle the pain anymore or dizzy, cause I've seen it." He said, she nodded and smiled.

"I'll try."

He nodded knowing she will just fight through the pain like usual.

They continued practice, before they got there Haechan texted them that Tali is in pain but he doesn't know how. So they kept an eye on her, she noticed but decided to go through it like normal. Thats when her pill wore off on her kick in Cherry Bomb when she stood on leg, her legs gave up on her and her abdomen felt like it was getting stabbed.

They guys ran up to her Jaehyun catching her on her way down he could see her almost crying and whimpering in pain.

"I told you when you feel the pain stop practicing especially this time but nope." The choreographer shook his head and grabbed water and ibuprofen. Tali look at it and shook her head knowing her period it probably won't work.

"Its not gonna work, I already took 3." She huffed feeling her abdomen in pain, she groan in pain.

"Whats wrong?" Yuta asked her, worried why the girl is in so much pain.

"She got her period, today and its nasty one too." The choreographer explain.

"Take her home and someone stay with her, cause her period side effects are not the best."

"What side effects? I thought it was only cramps?" Mark asked innocently.

"Well yeah, but with her its a lot, for example she has, cramps and bad ones, headaches, and nausea. Sometimes mood swings but she is good at handling that." He explained the boys eyes widen theh look at Tali who is now curling up on Jaehyuns lap in pain.

"Okay we will take her home." Doyoung said.

"Jaehyun you carry her and Johnny grab her stuff. The rest look up what good to grab for a bad period and go buy it." Doyoung instructed. The members scattered wanting Talia not to be in pain anymore.

Jaehyun and Johnny when back home first and Jaehyun layed Talia on Haechan's bed he was about to leave when Tali grabbed his hand.

"No, please don't leave I don't wanna be alone." She whined, he chuckled and went under the blanket with her on his chest. He was petting her hair, but she still wasn't able to go to sleep because of the pain. They heard the boys come through the door thats when she got up quickly and ran to the bathroom. All the boys saw her run and they started to go after her and they saw her throwing up.

Yuta went quickly to hold her hair up and rub her back. She put her face up catching her breath then flushed the toilet and layed back on Yutas chest.

"Ah, sorry, when it gets this bad I have nausea, so you will probably see me in the bathroom a lot." She smiled at them apologetically.

"No no, you don't have to be sorry, but that means you are gonna have to eat more." Taeyong stated, Talia shaked her head vigorously no.

"Yes, you are gonna dehydrate if you don't." Doyoung slightly raised his voice at her. She was gonna glare at him but closed her eyes and turned Yutas chest and sank in his arms.

They boys could see her holding back her comments and attitude, which assumed were her mood swings then Yutas eyes widen which made them worried he picked up Tali's face which kinda spooked him how quiet she was crying.

"Oh oh why are you crying?" Yuta asked softly, knowing the result of a louder voice will probably make her cry even more. Doyoung's eyes widen as he felt guilt rush through him, as the others were surprised how quiet Tali was crying or she was crying in general.

"Be- because I don't deserve you guys a-and Doyoung raised his voice at me and I was gonna say something mean but I remembered he doesn't deserved it he just cares for mee~" She whaled at the end as Yuta hugged her head as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

You could see the guilt on Doyoung's face when she said that, and noted when on her period don't raise his voice. He went in and pulling her to him, she looked up at saw his face she was about to pull away but saw the caring look in his eyes.

"Sorry for raising my voice, Im not mad and you know that but can you atleast eat a snack here and there." He asked softly, she nodded her head cutely which made the boys even more soft because some people have ugly face when they cry and some don't. Tali doesn't, her cheeks and nose goes to a rosie color while her eyes dilate and she looks like a doll.

She was about to hug Doyoung but yanked back, and went to throw up in the toilet again. The boys winced at the action as the also see Tali holding her stomach, she leans back on Yut's chest again, as Yuta plays with her hair.

"Hey uh..." She hesitated.

"No tells us its okay." WinWin said trying to reassure her as she gave him doe eyes, he went soft.

"Can someone get my uh, heating pad." As she closed her eyes tightly, her hands on her abdomen.

"Of course princess." Taeyong said as he went to grab the heating pad and heat it up.

"Im gonna go make food okay." Doyoung said and kissed her head and left, she nodded. Now the boys were around the bathroom not wanting to leave Tali's side.

"Shoot." She whispered but everyone heard.

"What is it?" Haechan whispered but worried.

"Uh..." She still looked hesitant.

"Its okay, just tell us we will do it." Taeil reassured her.

"Uh can someone grab my bag for a...tampon." She said embarrassed. The boys smiled at her flustered state. Johnny got up and grabbed the the tampons but got confused.

"Uh Tali which one?" He held up a box filled with different tampons. Talia laughed but winced, the boys looked at her with worry.

"Im okay, its fine just give it to me but can you get out please?" She smiled. They nodded and left. Once she finished she opened the dorm to see a smiling Taeyong with her heating pad her put it on her abdomen and she sighed in relief, but then dream barged in.

"NOONA?"

The boys went to the bathroom where most of the boys were surrounded. They saw her laying on Taeyong looking at them with a surprised look on her face.

"Why didn't you tell us you were hurting, huh?!" Renjun raised his voice a little which wouldn't really matter if Tali wasn't on her period didn't consider it related to her mother. The dreamies and 127 members saw her eyes water and slowly she started to cry. Which threw off the dreamies.

"I-im sorry, I didn't want to bother you, and we were going to record which was al- already stressful so I didn't want you to look after your noona." Tali hiccuped as she cried, and the look on Renjun's face couldn't have felt more guilty, thinking he made Talia cry. Before he could say anything she said

"Im sorry I'm am emotional mess." Which broke them seeing her like that Taeyong held her head to his chest rocking her back and fourth.

"Shh its okay. We love you okay, remember that." He said kissing her head. Trying to rock her to sleep.

Renjun was standing there feeling guilty thinking he did something wrong to make Talia cry. But Doyoung went up to him and patted him on the back.

"You didn't do anything wrong, right now she is emotional, Haechan will expain the do's and don'ts that we have learn while she is on her period." Doyoung expain to the dreamies, they nodded and went to Haechans room.

They entered and Renjun was feeling guilty, yeah she was on her period but he felt like he did such a terrible thing. Haechan noticed.

"Yeah I saw, its fine it happened to Doyoung too, but what we have learned so far is that she has bad cramps, headaches, nausea and mood swings."

"Is that why she is in the bathroom?" Chenle asked, Haechan nodded.

The dreamies felt helpless, they cant do much for their noona.

Next day.....

Tali woke up in Haechan's bed, with Renjun hugging her, she guessed he felt bad for making her cry, now and now she felt bad for overreacting.

Then she stopped herself if she thought more about what happen she would cry again. She got up and saw everyone around sleeping, she felt guilty for making them worry but then she felt something and knew what was coming.

She ran to the bathroom which made everyone wake up and look around seeing Tali up which meant she went to throw up. They felt guity not being able to help. Renjun woke pretty fast and ran after her, he saw her throwing up and held her hair back and hugged her.

"You okay?" He asked softly. She nodded.

"I know its weird, but can you bring me a tampon any is fine." He nodded and left. She huffed and layed her head back.

"Im so going on birth control."

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 12

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Summary / TWs: Steve Rogers does not pass the vibe check yet again, le sad face. Loki is a good bro. Bruce fluff but what else is new? Literally everyone is a good bro, yo. Reader has best people. Tony's in there, kind of. Parents still suck.

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"I think I am going to murder your father." Bucky's angry statement didn't surprise me. Neither did Steve's initial reaction, or anybody else's mostly pitying looks.

Bruce, my Bwucie, was calm and dejected. That worried me. I expected him to be at least a little bit green around the edges when Steve forcefully sat me down and made me explain the drunken, drugged stunt I'd done the night before, but alas, it seemed like Jolly Green was just sad. Or disappointed. And I didn't know which was worse.

The more I thought about it, the more defensive and abrasive I became. "And you'll kill yourself trying, he'll drive you fucking nuts" I responded to Barnes. "Honestly, I don't fucking see the problem here. My dad shows up five times a year at best. It's been like that forever. And it's not like I'm some kind of junkie," I defended myself, and my dad, because I really didn't see the huge deal about it. Relaxing once in a while doesn’t hurt anyone.

"It's not right!" Steve exclaimed, loosely banging a fist on the table. The self-righteous prick, seemed like he wanted to pick a fight just for the sake of it.

"And who are you, exactly, to say that? The moral police?" I blew up, standing and turning to the blonde man, hands on my hips. "Or you've decided to be my parent without asking me first? Keep your hopes up and maybe a fuck will magically appear, so I could give it to you."

He stood up in turn, getting uncomfortably close to my face. I was suddenly reminded of the fact that he was a very large, very strong man. "We want what's best for you! Can't you see it?" Rogers was getting red in the face, crossed arms, staring at me down like I was dirt under his shoes.

"How about..." I seethed, having to stop mid-sentence to swallow the scream that wanted to erupt. "How about... You FUCKING ask me what I want?"

"I suggest the Captain leave to go calm down," Loki suddenly piped up. He stayed silent throughout the whole conversation, picking at his food instead. Only after his sharply uttered words I noticed he had stood up. His hand hovered over my shoulder, body discreetly wedging between me and the Captain.

I heard Steve growl before he stormed off, throwing an annoyed look at Loki. A pregnant silence hung in the room. The longer it lasted, the more I wanted to crawl out of my skin, suddenly hyper aware of all these people - strangers, save a few - debating on what to do with me. Like I wasn't a person. Like...

"Ugh, fucking hell," I growled, beelining for my bag. I had definitely overstayed my welcome.

"Where are you going?" Bruce asked, standing up to follow.

"Home," I replied curtly, nodding my thanks to Loki for the intervention. He nodded back, walking off. I would have probably started swinging at the Icicle Dick if not for the raven haired Asgardian's timely interruption.

"I'll drive you," Banner trotted after me like a dejected puppy. I didn't have the mental capacity to deal with this, at all.

"I need to see Tony first. Meet you downstairs?"

Bruce nodded, looking even more confused.

Tony kissed me hungrily, in between promises to kill Steve and cancel my dad and get me my own apartment in the tower. Believing in fairy tales wasn't something I was ever prone to; I smiled, nodded along and did my best to shut him up with my own mouth on his. I left with the promise to text him as soon as I got home.

"How are you?" Bruce asked me as we once again drove through the busy city. This was becoming a nice habit but we really had to meet up when I wasn't going through another one of my turmoils.

"All things considered, I am great. Better than I've been in a while." I answered honestly, meaning it. However brief Tony's attention would be, it still satisfied me. Then and there I decided to always, always cherish what happened during my brief stint in his arms.

"Really?" Banner's warm smile was an unexpected but pleasant surprise. "Care to share?"

It threw me for a loop. I didn't know how much Tony wanted to disclose regarding what happened between us. I didn't know the extent of his friendship with Bruce. I didn't know...

"Tony," I choose the usual option. Admit what you can't deny, deny what you can't admit.

"I know the feeling," The good doctor chuckled, companionable-like and meaningful. "He tends to go all the way for the people he cares about. Too much, if you ask me."

"What do you mean?" I was confused. Sure, me and Tony were friends. But not, like, super close or anything. We'd fucked, or more like messed around, so I expected our friendship to grow colder. That's what happened when friends decided to bump uglies.

"I mean... He'll move mountains and challenge the government and bully them into dropping charges against you," There was a hint of sadness in Brucie's voice. I vaguely recalled seeing something on the news, something about the Hulk and a massive destruction spree. It didn't take long to put two and two together.

I reached out, putting a hand on his knee. He covered my palm with his own, giving it a brief, warm squeeze.

"It must be great having a friend like that. You're both wonderful and brilliant. You deserve no less," The smile threatened to split my face in two.

Bruce returned the smile but the sadness didn't go away. "You realize that extends to you, right?"

"Me? I'm just me, Bruce." I wasn't sure where this was going. "I'm Peter's classmate and the resident hot mess express."

Bruce frowned, deep and long, up until he parked. Life seemed to be taking back all the happiness it gave me previously-in fucking buckets. The strap of my bag was going to get its threads pulled out with the way I was fiddling with it.

"Baby… Princess?" The scientist turned to me, tone torn somewhere between stern and pleading. "Listen to me. You are brilliant. Incredibly smart, talented and beautiful. Don't ever, ever think of yourself as less than any of us." I gaped at him.

Did he mean us as the Avengers? Us as Tony and Bruce? Meanwhile he continued, "In fact, I think you are the one who deserves so much better. I don't know what Tony found in me… Or what you found in me."

Was the man an idiot or yes? That was the question of the day. Cursing Tony's affinity for small cars (bless me and my own SUV), I only hesitated a moment before grabbing the dumb Banner by his face and startling him into looking straight in my eye. "If you don't quit talking all that fake-ass bullshit, I will kiss you. On the mouth. With tongue."

"Uh," Was his articulate response. I watched him squirm, blush and lose the heat to his argument.

"Exactly. I've had it all with you idiots today. Next time someone says some stupid ass fucking thing, I will kiss them. On the mouth, with tongue. Pass it on," I exhaled, releasing his face and dropping my head onto his shoulder.

"Some way of solving conflict you have," Banner chuckled weakly, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "I'd like to see Steve's reaction."

"A boner, probably, because he needs to get laid before he spontaneously combusts," I grumbled venomously, still bitter about his reaction. The Capsicle needed to chill. Hehe.

"I'll pass it on too," Bruce remarked wryly. "See you next week?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Bwucie, you're the fucking best," I kissed the scientist on the cheek, giving him a tighter than usual parting hug and walking up the pathway. Home.

Mother was nowhere to be seen - and the obvious reason for that laid on the kitchen floor. Couple of smashed dishes, a bottle of whiskey laying half-empty in a puddle on the grey tiles. The living room rug bore more stains and the smell of alcohol, bitter and acrid (like my soul, hardy har), hung heavily throughout the whole house.

At least I wasn't the only one who fought for myself that day. Mother probably had landed a good one on dad, too, by God the woman could be ruthless with her icy words. Dad never stood a chance. I've felt begrudgingly respectful of the way mother put people in their place with her words ever since I understood sarcasm.

First things first, I cleaned up the mess and opened the windows a smidge, cranking the air recuperation system to the max. Hanging around a place that smelled like a bum on a good Friday night was a horrible way to spend free time. Having successfully cut myself and bandaged the cuts up, I retreated to my room, not wanting to spend more time than necessary in the quiet, stinky, creepy house that my home had become.

My phone was long dead so I plugged it in, waiting for the 2% to appear, turning it on. A few messages from Peter, first cheerful, then worried and then relieved. Tony must've placated the spider child and told him I was staying at the tower. Good call, Tones, or else poor Peter would've worked himself into an anxiety attack and crashed in a dumpster while patrolling. Or something. I still didn't quite get his spider-hero side-gig.

A text from Bruce - rather, a photo, of a disgruntled Steve with his eyebrows raised, titled "I told him the next time he freaks out, you will kiss him. With tongue. Barnes cackled for about ten minutes until he ran out of air."

And a text from Tony. My chest tightened when I opened it. "Good tactics. Sneaky, clever, I'd give it a B+."

I snorted. Then the phone beeped again and I froze. A text ordering me to be ready tomorrow, for a date night? Unreal. I was torn. A part of me was elated, thinking Tony wanted to keep me around like that. The other, more sensible part, was firmly telling me to chill TF down. He'll most likely kindly reject any further intimate interactions, maybe have me sign a few NDAs.

I still answered positive, mushy and cute and all. Feelings aside, I wasn't about to change my texting style for any man. My God, I was turning into a monster. A horribly cheesy, pink, soft, fluffy monster.

The next day, school was nearly unbearable. People talked. Not to my face, of course, since the rumours of me putting away Flash Thompson were still fresh enough for everyone to be cautious around me, but the whispers followed me throughout hallways, tongue in cheek remarks thrown at me from the bathroom stalls, behind the teacher's desks. Did I care? Nope.

Okay, I did, but not in the way one would think. The little spring in my step, a slight smirk. My thoughts were occupied with my upcoming dinner with Tony.

Peter and his pet nerds stood at my side, the ever watchful guards. I had no idea why they decided I needed reassurance or their comfort (I did not), but I had to admit it was cute. MJ, in particular, glared her Death Ray Stare at any male-identifying student that dared to as much as look wrongly in my direction. I mostly ignored the trio. Pete himself did a great job with entertaining his friends, he babbled on as usual, about everything and nothing in particular. Mouth ulcers. He was going to get them one day.

Dad called me during third period, saying he was flying off to California. I would have been lying if I said I didn't know why he scheduled the sudden trip; mother's total radio silence and the absence of her laptop in her own office spoke volumes about the state of my family's affairs. They had a fight and ran off to the opposite ends of the continent. I didn't understand why mother was upset with me, though. I saved her face during dinner at Tony's, so why is she mad about me going to a party with dad? Baffling woman.

Admitting the house felt like home when either of them were absent was hard. Or, perhaps, I felt nothing at all. Spending so much time around the Brady Bunch- the Avengers made me too soft for my own liking. It wasn't just Tony that lived in mind rent-free all the time now; there was Bruce, with his kindness, Bucky with his overgrown teenager attitude, Wanda with her wit and hair that smelled like cheap shampoo - seriously, I absolutely had to show her the benefits of decent hair products. That was just to list the few little quirks. There were so many people, all of them different and wonderful in their own way.

To summarize it, I was both happy for them and bitter for not having any of that to myself. Although it made me kind of glad I didn't have a sibling - looking after someone in the mess that mother and dad created would've been a nightmare. They say it's always a better place where we are not.

I went through a whole pack of cigarettes in a span of a couple of hours. Plagued by strangely melancholic thoughts, trying to push down the anxiety over my upcoming date, my choice of outfit proved to be a cumbersome task while in process.

Expensive but simple dress with spaghetti straps, in my favourite colour. That was the easiest part. A good base for any accessories. Would Tony like it? Would the press make outrageous comments?

Either way, it would. Dad's comments cut deeper than I probably realized it until now; in a sudden bout of self-awareness and a couple of mouse clicks later... Tony wouldn't care. Tony wears suits with sneakers. The Manolos flew back, towards my shoe closet, and a pair of Chanel trainers made their debut. A Hermes 2002 barely weighed down by my wallet, keys and phone. A nice coat, too, appropriately light and so very conceptual and fashionable.

I spent way too much time deciding on what to wear. A stern talking to, however, didn't help me, and I had to redo my make-up - the "nude", "all natural" look was one of the hardest to nail. Or so Marie Claire said. Whatever, my highlighter game was, as usual, on point.

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A Thousand Times (Osamu x Reader)

A/n: I'm gonna be real this took so long because I just didn't know what to do? And then I started a various! Haikyu x reader. But I got this done finally so if you've been waiting for this one here it is. Also I just really like putting Osamu through the ringer huh? I'm so sorry bby. And Forget You beat out Unrequited for top one-shot recently!

WARNINGS: Angst. There's one mention of assault as well. Told from third person Osamu p.o.v

Date: Friday November 6th, 2020

Details: 5 pages 1,800 words

Theme: Star Tears- The victim cries tiny star-shaped tears. They are extremely painful and eventually cause the victim to go blind. They produce a dim glow and make a light 'Tinkling' sound when they hit the ground. The blindness can be cured if the person the victim loves makes a statement of love and means it.

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It wasn't supposed to be like this.

There were so many other ways this was supposed to go. He thought while he looked at her. She stood twirling around the white dress catching the light and sparkling. She was beautiful to him and of course someone else thought so or else they wouldn't be here right now.

But here they were. 'Maybe' he thought if he hadn't been a coward then it would have been him dancing with her in a suit while she wore a white gown. It would have been him telling her he loved her. It would have been him calling her Mrs. Miya as they danced. Maybe he should have told her the day of their first date. While he helped her pick an outfit she had been panicked.

"Calm down Y/n," She scoffed in response "Calm down? Samu you and I both know I've never been on a date before. And now I'm going on one with my childhood best friend!" He watched her his heart rate picking up as she held up different clothes in the mirror.

"It's not that big of a deal y'know? He's known you pretty much your whole life," He stated feeling uncomfortable helping her. Maybe making her more nervous would be a better idea so she'd cancel and they could spend the day together. "I guess you're right but still! It's different now!" She stated. "Okay just...Treat it normally and you'll be fine,"

She went into the closet coming out in a cute outfit that fit her b/t figure just right. "Alright Samu I'm off. Wish me luck!" He waved by as she ran out the door a bright smile on her face and excitement in her eyes. He stood heading back to his own house with slow steps.

Arriving home he closed the door to his room intent on hiding away from everyone. He laid down staring at the ceiling as the familiar burning sensation built up behind his eyes.

"Fuck," he mumbled when he heard it the soft twinkle of a star tear and the pale glow that lit up a small area around his bed. More of them fell sparking pain in his eyes and across his face. The pain followed the trail left behind by the glowing stars and despite his best efforts to shove his palm into his eyes and stop the tears it didn't work.

"You know I didn't even think they liked each other!" Osamu tuned into her moms voice and then he heard his own mother speak and he sighed. "I know! I always thought she'd end up with Osamu not...," He tuned out knowing what they were talking about. He didn't need to listen anymore.

"Samu what's wrong with ya?" Atsumu was looking at him with judgement. His arms were crossed in front of him clearly upset and honestly he didn't blame Atsumu. "Nothing's wrong with me," He answered him. "Bullshit," His own eyes narrowed at his brother "I just don't like it okay?" Atsumu rolled his eyes "I told you you wouldnt," Atsumu voiced.

"Osamu," He looked to the right his eyes meeting the blank pair of Kita's. "Kita," he answered back watching Kita gesture with his hand. He stood following Kita outside throwing one last glance over his shoulder at Y/n as she danced around with Aran her dress sparking like freshly fallen snow.

"What is it Kita?" He asked when the two of them were outside. "You have to let her go Osamu," Kita voiced quietly. "I cant let her go," He said back. "Osamu...You shouldn't love her...Not when it causes this," Kita gestured to his face where the star tears were already prevalent.

"And you especially shouldn't love her now that she just got married," Kita sent him a pointed look. "I would go blind over and over if it meant I could love her," He answered the male staring forward. The wind softly brushed them causing their hair to flutter. "Osamu...We all know we didn't expect it to go this far...but he loves her so you have to let her go," They heard a series of dull thumps against the ground turning they saw Atsumu jogging over.

"Hey what are you two doing out here?" Atsumu stopped as he got closer a wide smile decorating his face. "Oh we were just catching some air y'know," Kita easily responded handing Osamu his handkerchief as he stepped infront of him, blocking him from Atsumu's view. He wiped his eyes quickly hiding the star tears before they could give him away.

"Shouldn't you be inside Tsumu?" He voiced at his brother while said male hummed. "Ah they don't need me in there right now. Sakusa’s getting drunk and Bokuto’s dancing with Y/n," He flinched at the last part of the sentence. Though Atsumu never seemed to notice "Isn't Bokuto drunk? Are you sure they should be dancing?" Atsumu shrugged at Kita's question. "I think they'll be fine," Atsumu adjusted the sleeves of his button up with a hum as if he was truly thinking it over.

"You know maybe I should go-," "There you are!" The group looked past Atsumu. Y/n was there a bright smile on her face her hands were wrapped into the skirt of her wedding dress. Her head was tilted to the side eyes crinkling in pure mirth. "Hey what are you doin' out here?" Atsumu asked turning to face her. "Ah Bokuto passed out Akaashi and Hinata are sitting him down now. But I think the party is wrapping up soon," she giggled it was a light sound and God did Osamu love it.

"Alright we'll be back over soon. Kita can you bring the lovely bride back to the party?" Atsumu asked with a small smile. "Alright ya flirt," Y/n said with a laugh taking Kita's arm as they walked back. Atsumu sighed as he sat down. "So...I know you're upset about this...," Atsumu started off quietly.

"Im not upset Tsumu...I had my chance and I blew it," He voiced. Atsumu sighed as he stood up heading back to the party. "Hey Tsumu," He said looking at his brothers back. Atsumu turned back facing him with a questioning look. "You told me that if at any point I wanted her you'd back off...I know that deals off the table now so just...don't hurt her okay?"

Atsumu shook his head "Im not going to hurt her Samu...She's everything to me," He raised a hand up to push his hair back the light from a nearby lamppost reflected off his ring. "You didn't even like her at first," He scoffed.

"Look Samu we all know you like her!" Atsumu claimed with an eye roll. "No i don't. You're just being stupid," He denied quickly just like every other time. "Alright fine Samu. I'll give you a deal," he rolled his eyes at his brothers provocation. "What?" He asked "You either ask her out by the end of the week or I do," Atsumu challenged.

He scrunched his nose in distaste "You don't even like her why would you ask her out?" He asked. "To spur you on. If you tell me to back off at any point I will y'know?" Atsumu said. "So you're just gonna string along our childhood best friend for this?" He asked incredulously. "No she'll get over it," Atsumu shrugged. "No. I'm not letting you string her along," He stated.

"You're right I didn't," Atsumu hummed in agreement. "But I love her now and that's what matters," He stared off into the distance with a smile. "You remember the day I told her I loved her? It was an accident too," he laughed.

They were playing at nationals. Atsumu and him were third years now and Y/n was watching from the stands. She wore Atsumu's jersey and everytime they looked at her she made a face at them before trying to get away from the guy next to her. Atsumu glared at the guy mumbling something under his breath "Let's finish this game," he angrily said. Sending one last glare at the man.

They finished the game with a service ace from Atsumu and as soon as the whistle blew Y/n raced down to the court the strange guy following her. She showed up on court with a smile "Tsumu!" He turned and on instinct Atsumu smiled as well. "Y/n," she hugged Atsumu while his nose crinkled. "Babe I'm all sweaty!" She pulled away placing a kiss on his cheek. "Dont care! I'll be outside okay?" She said skipping off.

Only five minutes later they were leaving the building looking for Y/n. Only for the team to pause as they spotted her. She stood trying to get away and the stranger that was in the stands with her was harshly gripping her wrist. "Come on baby I just wanna show you a good time!" "No thank you!" Atsumu moved first separating the two while grabbing the collar of the man.

Osamu grabbed Y/n holding her close to him while she held on just as tightly. "Hey! Why are you putting your hands on my girl!" Atsumu yelled. He wasn't paying attention too busy trying to sooth Y/n the handprint already forming on her wrist. "You're okay," he whispered into her hair line.

"Y/n," He was thrown back into reality then remembering that no he wasn't the one dating Y/n. "Tsumu," He let go of her watching her throw herself at Atsumu and he held on to her just as tightly. "Fuck you alright babe?" He said catching her arm and seeing the bruise. "Im okay now," she smiled at him. He didn't know what his brother was thinking in that moment but he just watched Atsumu kiss her and pull away. "Im glad you're okay...I love you Y/n," she gasped then and smiled again. "I love you too Tsumu,"

"I remember," he got up following his brother into the party he stood off to the side watching them as Kita and Suna came over. Atsumu reached Y/n and kissed her Atsumu's voice carrying as tears started to drip down his face. "Ready to go Mrs. Y/n Miya?" She laughed taking his arm. "Of course Mr. Atsumu Miya," and as they walked out the last image he could see was Atsumu and Y/n looking at each other matching smiles on their faces.

Her dress sparkled next to the black suit Atsumu was wearing. They were holding hands matching rings sparkling on their hands. His vision faded until it was just black but despise that he smiled.

"Take care of her okay Tsumu?"

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