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Campaign Information and details:

Campaign link:

https://gofund.me/16f342ff

Family Members:

[Mother] Rewaa: 35 years old

[Father] Mutez: 42 years old

[Son] Kinan: 13 years old.

[son] Taim: 12 years old.

[son] Akrem: 8 years old, He suffers from facial burns that require medical intervention and accurate treatment.

[son] Amir: 6 years old.

[Daughter] Selma: 3 years old, She suffers from bedwetting and currently requires diapers as well as medical treatment.

All children are contracted hepatitis from contaminated drinking water, currently recieves limited treatment for them condition

Original Dedicated Blog @rewaaamir was the first account made by Rewaa, but it was shadowbanned as she couldn't send messages anymore or look up the blog in the search engine. @rewaa-amir-family & @rewaa-amir-family2 were made by a connected family member to help reach people for the fundraiser and to assist her in reaching out to people for the fundraising effort

where Rewaa has been displaced several times, there is no internet, I made this account to help reach out to collect donations on behalf of she. thank you for your time if you've visited this blog.

At present, most of the information about her situation is in her story on the GoFundMe page campaign mentioned above.

The campaign Vetted by @gazavetters, verification number verified on the list is ( #155 )

The campaign collected only $541 CAD out of $55000 CAD, which means that the campaign is less than 1%!! As of December 12th

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lovelywooz · 13 days ago

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Knife’s Edge (M)

Heyy :D I've been writing this for over a year so I hope it's good! People always find my shameful posts right away in the jungwoo tag. I don’t think he knows how to use tumblr though so I’m safe! ;) Sorry that it’s a multi-part btw, but I wanted to get some of it out already, nearly done with the rest! Forgot to mention: if it’s in bold it’s part of the script!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (Coming Soon)

Word Count: 7,305

Warnings: Smut, kissing, biting, fingering, kitty eater jungwoo agenda that I’m pushing, knife mentioned but it’s in the title too, themes of violence

Mr. Kim Jungwoo, your best friend, is anything but killer. His bright smile, eccentric personality, and playful touchiness certainly make you swoon but... a psychopath? Lesson learned: Beware the man under the mask.

“CUT!”

Camera directors and makeup artists alike sigh with relief at the end of another long filming day. Your co-star gleefully makes his way toward you in a way that could only be described as ‘bouncing’. He takes the, very dull, prop knife he’s been holding and playfully pokes your side with it. Playing along, you wail exaggeratedly in pain and slowly sink to the floor. The laugh that worms it way out of your dear friend is your reward.

Over the years your careers have grown together. You were two zombie extras in the background, then two office workers with one line each, then you played two siblings at a snack stand, and so on. While your career took off after landing a role as the ‘supportive but delusional best friend’ in a weekly sitcom, Jungwoo simultaneously grew to stardom off a Netflix series where he plays a ‘naive soccer player’… who gets murdered in the third episode. He was a hit nonetheless, no doubt due to his pretty face and personality. Despite colorful careers, the current project “Demon in Disguise” is the first time you’ve both been awarded lead roles.

But, let’s start at the beginning.

You can recall the night casting was finalized. You were so nervous and excited at the prospect of a lead role that you didn’t tell anyone, except your agent Minju of course, that you had auditioned.

The two of you held hands and put the casting director on speaker phone when he called.

“Hello, this is Kim Mingyu of Seventeen Entertainment. I understand you’ve been waiting to hear from us regarding your audition?”

“Yes that’s correct”! Your palms have begun to sweat.

“Excellence. I’m pleased to inform you our esteemed director is a fan of your work and wants to offer you the part”.

Minju muted the phone to squeal and run around the room in glee.

“Um. Hello?” Mingyu chirps from the other end of the line.

Hushing Minju, you unclick the mute button. “Apologies my service must have cut out for a second. Yes, I would be happy to take the role! If I may ask, have you decided any other cast members yet?”.

“Fantastic. I’ll inform the director, he’ll be thrilled” he shuffles with some papers in the background, “Yes we’ve actually picked the Psychopath you’ll be working with. Called him earlier this morning. We know that you’ve worked with him on screen before; Kim Jungwoo?”

A mix of confusion and happiness washed over you in that moment. “Y-yes! I’m very comfortable with him so that’s great”.

“Perfect. I’ll give your agent a call with the filming schedule in due time”.

You hand the phone back to your agent so she can wrap up the conversation. You should be excited about this. On the big screen with your closest friend? That’s once in a lifetime. The realization sets in as soon as Minju hangs up the phone.

“So… romance drama with your ‘best friend’ huh?” She slinks back over to the chair next to you with a smug look on her face.

“The sample script said Crime. Thriller. How could I have known it would develop into something like that?” You bury your face in your hands, “and my other concern is that, well…”

“You think Jungwoo isn’t exactly ‘killer’ material?” Minju always reads your mind. “I know the boy is a bit of a space cadet, but he is an actor for a reason. Maybe he’ll surprise you”. She winks and leaves to fill out some paperwork on her laptop.

After the initial shock rolls over, you send a text to your dear friend.

Me - (9:52 PM) Did you, by chance, get casted today hmm?

ZEUS :) - (9:57 PM) … how did you know that (,,>_<,,)

Me - (9:57 PM) Guess who’s playing the detective

You’re answered not by a text but by a video call invitation, which you accept.

“Are you for real?!” Jungwoo’s entire face is taking up the screen so you can only see his raised eyebrows and sparkling eyes.

“I’m being so serious. Minju and I just got off the phone with the director!”

Jungwoo makes some excited sounds and puts the phone to his chest to tell whomever he’s with that, “She got the other part. I was just talking about that! That’s so crazy”.

In the background you can hear Hyungwon’s distinctive snickering laugh, but you can’t make out what he’s saying over your friend’s loud and aggressive shushing. He lifts the phone once more and you can see he’s at the gym based on his signature beanie, white T-shirt, and you’re assuming he’s wearing his lucky grey sweatpants.

The lack of TV makeup gives him this perfectly-imperfect glow that can’t be replicated by any foundation or BB cream. Almost like he’s lit from within. He copies your skincare routine yet somehow he’s never had so much as a zit.

“Hyungwon is here by the way. I can’t believe our first leads are in the same drama, how touching”he fake cries for a second, which makes you chuckle and roll your eyes. “Anyways I’ll talk to you later, gotta start beefing up if I’m gonna look scary. Bye bye~”.

“See ya!” Beep.

As soon as the script finished printing Minju dropped you off at your luxury apartment. Your nightly routine went by quickly due to your excitement. All those years of hard work are finally paying off for you and your best friend. In the entertainment world chances like this are few and far between. Which means you have to be absolutely captivating if you want to keep your spot amongst the superstars.

You recall your college acting coach’s advice while you wash up, “nobody wants to watch two strangers fish kiss on screen, real chemistry is critical when it comes to romance”. Your cheeks heat up underneath the foamy soap, “if you’re having trouble ‘warming up’ to your co-star: picture them on top of you. Or you on top of them if you prefer! Damn if that doesn’t spark something or other”. You can hear his hearty laugh clear as day still taunting you.

Flopping down on your bed you toss and turn under the covers, attempting to get comfortable. What a ridiculous piece of advice. You don’t dare close your eyes. If you have to see Jungwoo… like that…

“God this is so embarrassing!” Huffing, you flip into your side and stare holes into the pillow beside you. “This is stupid. This is your job for crying out loud”. Surely it’s harmless right? Just an exercise of your imagination? Not as if you’ve never hugged him or touched him before- he’s your best friend for Pete’s sake. The overthinking drains you enough to close your eyes and drift into a peaceful sleep, a welcome respite from your thoughts.

The warmth of lips on your neck wakes you. When you open your eyes your view is blocked by a cloud of familiar brown hair. Not that you could make out much in the darkness of your bedroom anyways.

“Woo? Mmm, what are you doing?” The scrape of his teeth across your neck gives you goosebumps as he hums lowly in response. Any pain is quickly soothed by his plush lips again.

While you are certainly confused, the situation is not unpleasant. His mouth is leaving abstract shapes all over the exposed skin above your chest. Your legs are tangled together and his warm body makes it seem as if the whole room is filled with him. His gourmand perfume with the subtle tinge of sandalwood bewitches your senses. You detect a bit of salty musk, likely from the gym earlier. Not that you minded.

Post-workout man smell is practically a pheromone.

A warm hand sliding slowly up your shirt catches your attention, his thumb gently caressing your stomach. Your breath hitches. Your lover raises his head to look into your eyes and you whimper at the lust within them. It’s as if all his attention is focused on nothing else but your pleasure. Your foreheads connect as he presses his thigh up against your throbbing heat. You barely stifle your gasp, “Jungwoo… please-“.

His lips touch your temple sweetly as he whispers “When I took the job as your agent, I didn’t sign up to be your mother too.”

… What did he say? This time the man sits up completely before chastising you, “Get up already!”

Your lids fly open and register Minju’s stern glare. “I thought you said you were going to set an alarm? This is why I arrive early to pick you up.” She makes her way to the bedroom door with a huff, car keys gripped in her hand. “You’ve got 20 minutes to get ready for the script reading today. Get. Up!”.

Scrambling out of bed you rush to the sink to brush your teeth, wash your face, and make the best of your bed-head. Thank goodness you showered last night and just need a little zhuzhing. Stepping into your sweatpants you root around for a t-shirt to wear. “You have 30 seconds!” Minju yells down the hallway.

“Alright! Okay- hang on a sec!” Finally you find a random oversized black tee to throw on. Grabbing your bag and slipping into your shoes you race out the door, turning and locking it behind you.

The drive to the entertainment building was quite uneventful. It’s Minju’s turn to set the playlist and you hummed and sang along to her tunes. What a relief to have an agent you get along so well with. You could ask Minju for just about anything and she’d be there for you. She coolly flashes her badge to security and parks the car.

On the way up to the reading room, you stop to use the restroom. Passing by the large mirror into a stall, you finally have a moment to process your dream before work begins. “What the hell was that?”, you shake your head and rub your face. Moreover, how are you supposed to look him in the eye today?

You’d never deny that your dear friend was attractive. He’s got a face Aphrodite would be jealous of; this entrancing aura surrounding him. He’s had no shortage of women and men alike vying for his attention, unbeknownst to him ironically.

So why now? Why before the single most important roles of your careers? Why before you have a dozen cameras filming every moment in multiple angles? Why did your heart pick now to start… feeling things.

Finishing up your business, you exit the privacy of your stall and wash your hands at the sink by the large mirror. You check your appearance and freeze. Oh my god. The automatic faucet shuts off leaving you in tense silence. I’m wearing his shirt.

Sure enough, the black shirt you mindlessly swiped from your dresser in haste indeed belongs to Jungwoo. Not only that, but your nose picks up on a faint but familiar scent. Vanilla and sandalwood… in your mind’s eye you recall his piercing gaze-

“Stop.” Smacking your flushed cheeks seems to bring you back to reality. Quickly, you exit the restroom leaving your depraved visions behind in favor of the task at hand.

You take your seat next to Minju and scan the room. There are at least a dozen writers and five other actors and actresses, some of whom you recognize and some you’ve never seen before. No major stars though. This is to be expected, it’s your first lead role after all. Clearly this production is confident enough in their story to give some underrated performers a chance.

“Wow. I thought I was supposed to be the criminal” even with a bucket hat and a face mask, his tall proportions betray his identity. Jungwoo stands behind your chair and tugs at your clothes, “you stole my shirt”.

You brush away his hand as nonchalantly as you can muster, “Finders keepers. Next time you drunkenly Uber to my apartment: sleep with your shirt on.” You poke his arm back as he giggles.

“Okay fine! You can have it I’ve got a million t-shirts anyways” his touch lingers on your shoulders for a moment, and he laughs before heading over to his seat next to his manager Mr. Suh. No matter how many times he asks you to just call him ‘Johnny’ his stern resting expression lends itself better to formality. Jungwoo of course has no problem messing around with him whatsoever.

The production meeting ends and the script packets are distributed for each actor to study. Arriving back at your apartment in the late afternoon, you decide to take the rest of the evening to knock out reading the script. Typically you liked to get ahead of it.

Flipping page after page, you pause multiple times during your reading to take a deep breath.

This drama was almost certainly based on some dirty fan fiction the writers worked up. No wonder there’s no blockbuster names involved. While not totally explicit- this is South Korea after all- it’s not difficult to read between the lines.

The story involves a young detective desperately searching for answers as to why her ex-boyfriend went missing. She’s worked countless cases, but this one was personal. She’ll do anything and face any danger to bring the perpetrator to justice.

Meanwhile her plucky assistant has been ‘keeping the bed warm’. What she doesn’t realize is he’s merely trying to throw her off his trail. For you see, the assistant was the killer all along. He’s responsible for a string of unsolved murders, all of whom he became involved with before they were found dead. But this time is different. He seeks not merely to kill the detective, but to own her very being. The rest of those women were nothing but toys to him, but her? She’s special. He wants her to follow him, willingly. And if he can’t have her? Well. Then nobody can.

It’s a classic trope but to be honest, you can’t tell how it’s going to end. Will she find out the assistant is the killer before it’s too late? If she does, will he kill her before he gets locked up? The writers put their hearts, souls, and dirty fantasies into this one.

You flop the slab of papers onto your nightstand, turning the bedside lamp off and plunging into darkness. Your thoughts roll back to Jungwoo just before your mind shuts off for the day. You can’t believe filming starts tomorrow already.

A call interrupts your research. You recognize the extension and debate whether to force him to leave a message. You’re so close to a breakthrough in this case; you can feel it. You can’t afford any distractions, even the fun ones. But you just can’t help yourself. Maybe he really does need an account code or something this time.

Snatching the receiver off the hook, you tuck it between your shoulder and your ear “this had better be good.”

“Chief, I heard you need my help… down there?” The implication behind the question makes you blush. That’s always his code for when there’s more than a ‘work favor’ on the table. Obviously he can’t spell out what he’s suggesting over a monitored phone line.

To everybody else, it sounds like your overachieving personal assistant is being summoned to make copies or something in the lower floor of the investigative department. You’re already a little hot under the collar, the stress of the investigation begging to be snuffed out if only for a little while.

But, you must stay focused. “I’m kinda in the middle of something.”

“Chief, don’t work so hard” his tone dips into something sugary sweet and sultry, “I’ll be down there quickly. I promise”.

“Cut. Great work you two” your director turns to talk to the lighting crew leaving you to your thoughts. Director Jihoon may be small, but he commands a set like no other. For such a little guy, he sure has a confident stride.

You’d read this scene last night so you know what’s coming next. Already your face feels like it’s melting off. And it must be because the makeup team flocks over to you in a whirlwind of powder, lip tints, and blushes.

Once the makeup fairys are satisfied with your look, they swarm Jungwoo as he makes his way towards you. He clears his throat while they clean his fake glasses and roll up the sleeves of his crisp white button down shirt. “You ready?” You nod mutely and giggle a bit at the way he is scolded for moving during his lip makeup. He’s blushing a bit too, nothing a little powder won’t fix.

You’re glad that if you’re doing this, it’s with him. You’ve known each other all this time, yet you’ve never so much as gossiped about any sexual escapades. Neither of you have ever done anything this… racey in front of each other. Much less in front of a camera. Still, it’s nice to be paired with someone you know and trust, rather than a total stranger or some veteran actor who’s secretly a creep.

“Clear the set please. Places!”

You gulp down the lump in your throat as you step back into the desk behind you. Jungwoo shuffles over and invades your personal space. It’s so painfully awkward but neither of you are brave enough to admit it. You rest your hands on his arms in the proper placement for the scene. Of course you notice how firm his biceps are. The gym is really paying off… okay not helping.

“Hold! Lighting problem. Sit tight love birds.” The director shimmies off his chair and walks to some unknown location. Honestly you’re grateful for the extra time to compose yourself.

“Hey, don’t worry” you peek your head up at your partner, “Just play pretend and have fun with it. I won’t judge you.” Jungwoo mutters to you.

“You’re not nervous?” You whisper back. The production team is preoccupied with the light fixtures and you doubt they would be able to hear your conversation, but keeping the volume low seems fitting. It feels suitably… intimate considering your situation.

“Me?” He huffs a laugh, “Of course I am. But if it looks real, we only have to do this once”. Some additional lights flicker on as the director shouts once again for places. Jungwoo quickly adds, “Sorry if I hurt you by accident okay?” You only have time to nod in response.

“Action!”

Your body is slammed onto your desk. Photos and documents flying in the air. The force of the tall boy knocks the wind and the courage out of you.

It’s tempting to break character but you steel yourself and look up at him with as desperate a look as you can muster. Not in the script but he’s right, I gotta make it look real. You meet his gaze through half lidded eyes and by God you wish you hadn’t.

Jungwoo loosens his tie with an expression you’re sure will end up in your dreams tonight. A veil of playful lust thinly concealing the twisted desires beneath. His glasses are nearly falling off his face, his hair is properly tousled thanks to the costume department, and his muscles are straining through the button down that’s one size too small. The smug look on his face nothing short of patronizingly sexy.

You don’t even notice the camera coming closer when he flattens his chest against yours.

“Chief, you’re still looking at that old case? Didn’t you hear it’s a dead end?” His long and nimble fingers trace their way to the top button of your shirt and pop it open.

“Y-you know what? I don’t recall asking for your input.” You reach down and tug at his belt buckle, attempting to knock it loose.

You make a show of throwing your head back a bit to try and hide some of your expression from Jungwoo. You’re barely even acting when you shudder at the fingers he cards through your hair.

“Don’t misunderstand Chief, I only want to help you. You’re so on edge lately” His tone is sinfully lovely. He cups your cheek, bringing you down to meet his eyes. “Let me help you relax. Okay?”.

“Cut! I think we got it. Great work guys. Just some dialog left and we’ll call it a day.”

Jungwoo scrambles off of you as if he’d touched a hot burner. You’d hit him for insulting you if not for the delirium you’re experiencing right now. You brush yourself off and straighten your clothes, attempting to recenter yourself. Your partner clears his throat.

“See,” he says “Only one take”. He winks and you gag exaggeratedly. His laugh makes you smile and eases the tension. Now that that scene is over your relief is immense. Your dialogue goes smoothly and you start to mingle with more of your costars. The filming day goes by in a breeze.

You lay down in bed freshly showered and excited to get back to the studio tomorrow. In due time, you drift off reflecting on your day.

“You’re so pretty baby” Jungwoo mumbles into your thighs, dragging his tongue painstakingly slowly down towards your throbbing core. Occasionally dropping a kiss along the way. You try not to make any more embarrassing sounds. His crawling pace is torturous, he knows it too judging by that devilish smirk on his face.

“So pretty but such a tease. Wearing my clothes. Showing everyone you wanna be mine huh?” Shaking your head vehemently, you try to sit up but you’re quickly thwarted by a strong arm forcing your chest back down. “No? You weren’t? Don’t deny it sweetie. I actually like it”. He kisses your clit with each word, “I really,” Kiss. “Really.” Kiss. “Like it”. Finally, blessedly, his tongue swipes through your folds.

The moan that escapes you is nothing short of pornograpic. It fuels him more. His tongue draws circles around your clit before latching his lips around it. “Woo, oh my god please”. You’re not sure what you’re even pleading him for but he reassures you with a patronizing coo, “I’ll take care of you, just wanna make you feel good. My pretty girl, all mine.” His words would be so sweet if not for the subtle twist of possessiveness lacing them.

It’s so wrong. But it makes you squirm even harder under him. Practically grinding against his face, making his perfectly angled nose bump your sensitive spot. He pulls his mouth away and a string of spit connects him to your core. Fuck that’s… so hot. He looks drunk as he leans up to rest his head against yours, panting onto your face. You close your eyes, unable to take being so close to him in right now. His long gentle fingers circle your entrance, slowly but methodically working you up again. “Look at me sweetie.” You can’t. You really can’t this time. “I wanna see your eyes. Pretty please?” You know he can feel your core twitch. Why does he have to sound like that when he begs you?

“Come on honey no use being shy now, you’re already soaking me. Let me see you” You open your eyes timidly and stare into his chocolate colored ones. So many emotions swirl inside his irises: pleasure, devotion, pride. They’re staring into the depths of your mind and exposing desires you didn’t know existed. “There you go. Not so hard huh?” His digits sink their way into your heat. Your corrupted soul almost leaves your body.

Your eyes roll back and squeeze shut once again. His laugh would sound so innocent if not for the deeply depraved context. His mouth falls next to your ear again as his hand pumps faster and faster. “You gonna cum?” Breathlessly you nod. His knuckles brush against your insides with each thrust. Squelching noises could likely be heard in the next room over. “Orrr… Should I stop?” He giggles.

You death grip onto his arm, “No! Don’t, please just don’t stop” the noises you’re making could get a sex worker to blush.

“I’m only teasing honey don’t worry. I don’t intend to stop, you’ve been so good an all.” Darkness creeps into his voice. “Then again… I do like hearing you beg” He rubs your clit in circles with the pad of his thumb and you’re so so close. Can practically see the light.

“Woo please! Need it” you whine and thrash uncontrollably searching for some kind of extra contact. Anything to get you over that hill.

Your alarm shocks your system. You feel like a bomb about to explode when you realize it’s time to get up. What the fuck. You were so close. Groaning in frustration, you reach over and turn off the evil device. You take your robe with you to the bathroom. Time to shock your system with an ice cold shower.

Day two went by fast as well. You’ve established your character’s friendships and filmed a few action sequences. At the end of day, the writing team comes shuffling in like a pack of vultures. Mid-conversation with the second female lead you watch them hand over a freshly printed stack of papers to the director. The team of youngsters keenly watch as he reads the pages. Once he’s flipped the packet one last time, he nods in approval. Much to the visible satisfaction of the team. The director wobbles off his chair and slowly makes his way over to you and the other actors. He never looks up from his watch and nearly runs down several costume artists. When he does lift his head, he glances back and forth between you and Jungwoo several times. Eventually he settles on Jungwoo, walking over to where he’s seated across the set on some couch prop. You can’t hear what they’re saying from over here but you watch their interaction curiously. The director hands Jungwoo his mysterious packet of papers while he talks his ear off. Jungwoo’s back stiffens a bit and he clears his throat as the director explains what must be in that leaflet.

With each enthusiastic word from Jihoon his eyebrows raise higher. Eventually Jungwoo scratches the back of his neck sheepishly and, to your surprise, meets your eyes. You avert your gaze immediately but you still try to use your peripheral vision. All you catch is a nod from Jungwoo and a shoulder pat from the director.

Now the short man is stalking towards you with determination. He starts speaking before he’s even entered your personal space, “Would you be open to an additional scene? We can spare the extra time but you’d have to do it in only a few takes”. He flits the stack of papers outward, “The writing team approached me” You take the papers from his outstretched hand and begin flipping through them. Nothing appears to have changed in the script except for one hand written paragraph scribbled in hastily:

Assistant and detective lie in bed, getting up to intimate activity *at discretion of cast* killer narrowly reveals themselves but plays it off.

It’s hard to keep your cool with your face heating up like crazy. “At discretion of cast… so they want us to come up with something?” You shoot a deer in headlights look at your director.

“Listen it doesn’t have to be crazy explicit- this drama will air on national television after all.” He pushes up his glasses, “Your friend gave me his consent only on the condition that you’re alright with it.” This time it’s your turn to catch Jungwoo staring. When you glance his way he’s suddenly very, very intrigued by his shoes. “So how about it? Like I said I won’t force you”. Jihoon scratches his head. “But if I can be frank: adding this scene will make the chemistry between your characters make a lot more sense. Just comin’ from experience.”

Maybe it’s the promise of making the drama a hit. Maybe it’s the chance of getting close to Jungwoo again. Somehow he gets you to agree. Before you know it, you’re squished next to each other on a tiny bed, storyboarding a sex scene, surrounded by cameras. It feels as absurd as it sounds.

Jihoon takes the reins, “We just need a raunchy, passionate shot to help fill in the blank for the audience.” He says this like it’s no big deal. The man scratches his chin lost in thought, then gestures to both of you. “How would you feel about kissing?”

Coughing and choking erupts from the man next to you. His face was bright red. You hand him his water bottle from the table next to you without making eye contact.

Frankly you’re just as flustered at the suggestion as he is. Jihoon continues, “Okay maybe not a kiss yet then. Here’s a better idea: you lay on top of her, we’ll throw a blanket on you, get real friendly and that’s a wrap” Beeping from his trusty watch ends the conversation. “We don’t have much time” The director is already barking orders into his headset as he’s walks away.

Jungwoo sighs next to you. Then he starts unbuttoning his shirt. What is he doing??

“Jungwoo! What on earth are you doing?” You cover your eyes in a scandalized manner. Not that you’d never seen his body at the beach or after a night of drinking. But it feels different- even looks different, now. His lean but muscular build seems more defined than before. And the way he unbuttons with one hand makes your thighs clench. He slides his sleeves off and drapes the crisp white shirt over a prop chair in the ‘bedroom’. Always so neat and tidy.

“You saying you leave all your clothes on during the act?” Clearly he’s been working on his confidence as well as his body, seeing as he’s half naked in front of a dozen cameras and staff.

Unfortunately he does have a point. What kind of sex scene would everyone’s clothes be on? “Fine.” You sigh and grasp the hem of your shirt. You lift it just to your belly button before Jungwoo grabs your arm to stop you.

“Wait- I was just kidding you don’t have to… do that” his forehead is creased with concern for you. His hand then covers yours unconsciously, “I can show enough skin for the both of us. Don’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with”. Jungwoo has always been a little protective of you. He pays for meals when you go out together, fixes your electronics with his technical knowledge, he even helps you put furniture together although you insist you can do it by yourself.

Nevertheless, you shrug off his concern this time. “I don’t mind, it’s just like being in a swimsuit right?” Before he can protest (or you lose your nerve) you’ve lifted your shirt over your head and flung it into the chair haphazardly. The set is a little cold and you can feel goosebumps start to rise on your exposed skin. “I’m not taking my bra off though. Not unless they pay me a pornstar salary!” you giggle sheepishly at your own joke.

Your bra in question is rather adorable today, you mentally thank yourself for wearing it to get that extra boost of confidence. It’s pale pink with red heart-shaped polkadots. Red lace wraps around the cups to hug the swell of your breasts flatteringly. Gotta love post-Valentine’s Day clearance sales.

It’s funny. You’ve gone to the beach with Jungwoo before, many times actually, so he’s definitely seen you topless. But something about the atmosphere feels… different this time. It could be the fact that you’re sitting so close that your thighs are touching. Or that you both know loosely what you’re about to do. Either way the tension is palpable. A small familiar spark ignites in your lower body and you’re reminded of your titillating scene from yesterday.

Against your better judgment, you try to cut the mood by tussling his hair some, leaning closer and quietly remarking that ‘it’s a little too perfect for supposedly being in the fit of passion’. His eyes don’t meet your face, he’s staring much lower. For some reason you feel a little swell of pride.

Director Jihoon’s voice is heard over the loudspeaker, “Okay kids you’re up. Get under the covers and let’s get this done quick so we can all go home”. The tall man beside you shuffles towards the pillows and folds back the comforter on the bed. He gestures silently for you to get in under the covers and you nod a ‘thank you’ back.

Once your back hits the smooth and soft sheets he slips in next to you, then tosses the heavy blanket back over you both. It feels slightly domestic for a moment, crawling into bed together. Feeling the warmth of skin on skin when your bodies brush. He positions himself on top of you. Any and all bravado evaporates and you oblige your first instinct to close your eyes.

There’s no way you can look at him without giving away exactly what’s on your mind in this position. The dreams and thoughts you’ve been having. It’d be all too obvious. He hasn’t uttered a word since your shirt came off. Your curiosity at his silence makes you peek one eye open and once again you wish you hadn’t.

Jungwoo is a much better actor than you give him credit for. That confusing mix of love and evil from earlier has returned to his eyes. The cameras aren’t even rolling yet. Finally, he speaks. “I have an idea, but you’re going to have to trust me”.

You nod, “I do. Trust you, I mean”. You could’ve sworn his gaze fell on your lips for a split second. Not like you’re not stealing glances at his too. The position you find yourselves in is reminding you far too much of your dream last night. You’re certain if he brushed over your heat he could feel how wet you are at the thought.

But. He’s your best friend. Right? This is all just an act. You’re just too immersed in your roles. It’s filtering into your dreams. That must be it.

The director must’ve called action while you’re lost in thought. Long fingers lace in yours and your hands are pinned above you. Warm lips are pressed down your neck to your exposed collarbone. Your breath has picked up but you’re a little stiff from the shock.

Jungwoo kisses a path back up to whisper in your ear, “is this okay?”. You know his question is just for you, not the cameras, not the audience. His words turn the heat in your gut up to ten. He has no idea how much more than ‘okay’ this is.

All you have the courage to do is nod. He hums lowly and your toes curl up. “Tell me and I’ll stop alright?” He doesn’t wait for an answer this time and sinks his teeth gently into the base of your neck.

Forgetting time and place and person, you moan in pleasure. Suddenly it feels like you aren’t acting anymore.

His left arm slips under the small of your back to hold you as close as possible while his right hand traces down the side of your torso. With your wrists now free, you wrap your arms around his back and scratch gently at his shoulders. It appears to only egg him on harder and his hums turn to lust-laden groans. You’re not sure how you’ll ever go back to listening to his voice normally after you’ve heard what he supposedly sounds like going hard in bed.

Speaking of hard, you’re for sure feeling something poking your stomach. He has to know how crazy he’s making you. The dreams you’ve been having, and now this little stunt? His lips and tongue dragging along the exposed parts of your chest intensify this need. You need to kiss him so badly.

Your lustful mind starts imagining his mouth elsewhere and you squirm a bit at this thought, accidentally pushing your thigh up against his hard-on. His breath hitches.

Just brushing against your best friend’s boner he got from marking you up, perfectly platonic behavior.

“Kihyun never made you feel this way did he?”

It took you a moment to remember what in the fuck he’s talking about. He’s breathing so hard you could hardly understand his line; playing it up for the camera. Very cute. And kinda hot. You stiffen up to deliver your next line, as the script dictates.

“Never say his name. Ever.” You spit at him, enraged, and sit back on your elbows.

“Sorry, Chief. It was just- spur of the moment… I wasn’t thinking” there’s a suspicious lack of sincerity to his apology. He smiles at you, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

Something isn’t adding up.

“Come on. I said I was sorry. I’ll make it up to you?” His hand cups your face in an attempt to change the subject and reel you back in. He leaves a warm, pleading kiss on your cheek.

Your assistant joined the team after Kihyun left the force and consequently, left you. It was sudden. Detective Yoo vanished without a trace. He left a note saying he was sorry but that he “had to go in order to keep you safe”. Whatever that meant. He walked out the door leaving you wondering what could’ve been all those years ago. And now your assistant seems to know him?

“How do you know his name?” Silence. His once gentle hand twitches and lowers from your cheek.

“The pictures on your desk of course. Also you and detective Yoo had a lot of joint paperwork in your file.” His voice is smooth, calm, rehearsed; but his fists clench tightly in the sheets. “I made an assumption that’s all”.

You suppose that could make sense. The intimate life between you and Kihyun was technically a secret at the time, but you never could bring yourself to put the photos away after the breakup. And especially not now that he’s gone. It’s possible he could’ve put two and two together.

“You’re shaking Chief. Let me take care of you” he wraps his arms around you in a hug. His hands tracing shapes up and down your back smoothly. His lips dragging kisses down the side of your neck. “Don’t think about those bad people any more. Just think about me, okay?”. Using the full weight of his body he pins you back down into the mattress to continue his onslaught. Another nip to your tender flesh pulls a pleasured sigh from your lungs. Your assistant has got you right where he wants you yet again.

You’re enjoying yourself but deep down you can’t shake the nagging thought that Jungwoo is merely acting right now. That to him this could be inconsequential. A performance and nothing more. Then again: is it really possible to fake how rock solid he is against your lower body?

“Cut! That’s a wrap for today”

Back to reality. Right.

This time, rather than recoil from you immediately, he takes his time detaching himself from you. Jungwoo sighs and lingers with his body wrapped around yours, if only for a moment. Then releases you from his embrace and rolls off of you, but he doesn’t come out from the covers just yet.

Oh right, he can’t. Lest his little (big) Jungwoo be visible to the entire staff.

A smirk pulls at your lips before you can hide it. The taller man reaches over to the chair where your clothes had been thrown moments before and tosses your T-shirt in your general direction.

Usually you’re the first person he finds after a long day of filming. You’ll talk about your lunch that day, your favorite scene, anything. But for the first time since you met, you fall into silence. It’s not uncomfortable necessarily. Rather, it feels as if both of you realize your paradigms have shifted. And how could they not? You always thought showbiz intimacy would be so awkward and forced, absolutely dreaded it your whole career. Something felt strangely natural about being chest to chest with your best friend… you’re not sure how to feel about that.

Mr. Suh comes onto the set holding an oversized hoodie. He swipes the men’s button down off the chair and hands it to a costume designer, then throws the hoodie at Jungwoo’s face. “Let’s go, your mother is in town this week and I told her we’d be home by nine”.

Jungwoo scoffs at his agent, “you’re talking to my mom without me?” He pulls the hoodie on over his head. Finally he gets out of bed, the hem of the garment being oversized enough to cover anything embarrassing. Mr. Suh is a real one.

“Well: She’s a very nice woman”.

“Yes she is my mother is an angel. But we both know you and your wife just want your grubby little paws on her cookie recipe”. Jungwoo points accusingly at the tall man’s bulky chest.

Mr. Suh shrugs in response. Then, waves kindly to you, “Have a good evening”. He throws Jungwoo his own bag to carry and leaves to go start the car.

Your friend offers you a hand getting out of bed, which you accept. He’s back in usual form. With his signature heartwarming smile gracing his lips. “I’ve gotta go, my mom doesn’t like it when I come home late and her food gets cold”. He gives your hand a quick squeeze before letting it fall to your side. “I’ll see you next week”!

“Bye! Text me” you smile back at your friend and watch his lanky form rush out the door.

There’s a week long break between filming periods to make final script edits. His mom doesn’t come to town often and when she does he likes to treat her to family trips. It seems he’s going to be busy the whole break long.

Your heart aches in a different place than usual but when Minju arrives to pick you up you manage to shake it off.

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grahamkennedy · 6 months ago

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stars-n-spice · 6 months ago

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TBB X EPIC - Pt. 3

Nothin' like combining two fixations into one.

Kid you not, after the Ithaca Saga was released, I couldn't listen to anything else until like a day ago. And even then what I listened to was other songs from other sagas.

Anywho! I've had this AU idea in my head for a while now (like sometime in November) and now that the whole musical has been officially released, I had the motivation to put the idea onto digital paper.

So, without further ado:

The Bad Guys!

Dr. Hemlock -> Zeus Asajj Ventress -> Scylla Rampart -> Poseidon Cad Bane -> Antionus

I tried to make the characters match up as much as possible, but some are more fitting than others. Don't think about it too much.

Check out more here!!

Pt. I - The Bad Batch Pt. II - The Baddies Batch All - Final Part

Individual doodles + lyrics under the cut!

While Poseidon is like the main big bad™️ in EPIC as Hemlock is in TBB, I thought Hemlock being Zeus was a bit more fitting

Like the whole taunting bit of making Odysseus choose between him and his crew just felt like a Hemlock thing to do

Also both of them just give me the creeps because they're both real sleemos

Ventress as Syclla because she had that interaction with the vrathean and I wanted to incorporate that since they're both sea monsters

Can you tell I had fun with designing her?

Also, Syclla sees right through Odysseus the same Ventress does with Hunter and Cross when having that conversation about them having to leave Pabu because she knows they're not safe - idk it makes more sense in my head

Rampart as Poseidon because he's the other Imp that causes the Batch suffering in the show like Hemlock does - so since they're both Imps they both get to be gods

Don't ask me who Polyphemus is, I honestly have no idea

Idk they're both petty bitches who got what was coming to them - what more can I say?

Cad Bane as Antionus because of the showdown he has with Hunter and I didn't know who else to have as Antionus lmao

Plus he captures Omega at one point and interacts with her - not in the way Antionus interacts with Telemachus in the musical but still

Yeah I could also see him flirting with Jung to get a reaction out of Hunter too

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jessource · 1 year ago

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prompts:　ttpd, the anthology by taylor swift.

your location, you forgot to turn it off.

the only thing that's left is the manuscript, one last souvenir from my trip to your shores

could it be enough to just float in your orbit?

quick, quick, tell me something awful, like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy.

i just don't understand how you don't miss me.

now and then she rereads the manuscriptof the entire torrid affair.

if you wanna tear my world apart, just say you've always wondered.

if comfort is a construct, i don't believe in good luck.

i move through the world with a broken heart.

they killed cassandra first, 'cause she feared the worst.

don't want money, just someone who wants my company.

say it once again with feeling.

even statues crumble if they're made to wait.

we here-by conduct the post portem.

what doesn't kill you makes you awake.

they tried to warn you about me.

i'm not a doner, but i'd give you my heart if you wanted.

i got cursed like eve got bitten.

i hate it here so i will go to secret gardens in my mind.

i feel so high school every time i look at you.

I look in people's windows like i'm some deranged weirdo.

there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.

she wrotе headlines in the local paper, laughing at each baby step i'd take.

one bad seed kills the garden.

when the truth comes out, it's quiet.

you see, i was a debutante in another life.

you have a favorite spot on the swing set.

the empathetic hunger descends.

i'm addicted to the 'if only'.

he said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation was, soon they'd be pushin' strollers. soon it was over.

oh, we must stop meeting like this.

way to go, tiger.

i built a legacy that you can't undo.

you said some things that i can't unabsorb, you turned me into an idea of sorts.

i may never open up the way i did for you.

he was a cad, wanted her bad just like any good trophy hunter.

tell me about the first time you saw me.

they knew, they knew, they knew the whole time.

i don't think you've changed much.

you have no room in your dreams for regrets.

they set my life in flames.

i thought it was just goodbye for now.

i loved you the way that you were.

you're a just ruler covered in mud, you look ridiculous.

i'm there most of the year, 'cause i hate it here.

you saw my bones out with somebody new who seemed like he would've bullied you in school.

how did it end? i can't pretend like i understand.

this place made me feel worthless.

i wanna find you in a crowd, just to hide from you.

quick, quick. tell me something awful.

i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn.

i can't forgive the way you made me feel.

Buried down deep

out of your reach the secret we all vowed to keep it from you in sweetness.

splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless.

old habits die screaming.

i'm lonely, but i'm good.

in my fantasies, i rise about it.

forgive me, [name], please know that i tried.

if i sell my apartment and you have some kids with an internet starlet. will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon?

behind her back, her best mates laughed.

you needed me, but you needed drugs more, and i can't watch it happen.

she's the albatross, she is here to destroy you.

i'll tell you one thing, honey. i can tell when somebody still wants me.

were you makin' fun of me?

nostalgia is a mind's trick.

i read about it in a book when I was a precocious child.

does it feel alright to now know me?

excellent fun 'til you get to know her.

life was always easier on you.

tell me all your secrets, all you'll ever be.

it wasn't a fair fight.

if i die screaming, i hope you hear it.

i can confirm she made a curious child, ever reviled by everyone except her own father.

are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me?

i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.

all that time you were throwin' punches, i was buildin' somethin'.

one less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen.

i'm hearing voices like a madman.

you said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.

but i can't forget the way you made me heal.

they nicknamed her 'the bolter'.

wise men once said 'wild winds are death to the candle'.

now i wanna sell my house and set fire to all my clothes.

i'm gonna get you back.

push the reset button, we're becomin' something new.

i'm watchin' american pie with you on a saturday night.

i'm an aston martin that you steered straight into the ditch.

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3d-labs-blog · 1 year ago

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Paper To Cad Conversion

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caddraft1 · 2 years ago

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How to use CAD conversion to improve the accuracy of your Architectural project?

Using (Computer-Aided Design) CAD conversion to improve the accuracy of your architectural project involves transforming manual or existing designs into digital formats using Autocad software. This process can enhance accuracy, streamline workflows, and facilitate collaboration. Here's a step-by-step guide on how to use CAD conversion effectively. Read our blog, https://caddraftingservices.in/blog/cad-conversion-to-improve-the-accuracy-of-your-architectural-project/

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mikerickson · 2 years ago

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Lifting my self-imposed embargo because I'm weird and don't like posting on social media when I'm on vacation.

I'm at a point in my life where I can financially justify at least one international vacation a year and figured I'd finally cross off the Great White North from the bucket list. I'd never been and Andrew hadn't been back in a very long time despite having dual citizenship. Anyways, just got back, and a bullet-point breakdown of the highlights is after the cut:

I wish every international flight was under two hours; EWR to YQB was almost comically fast.

Had my first French conversation with the very nice lady at the car rental counter for about ten minutes. She complemented my pronunciation and grammar, and wished me luck on the trip. Every French interaction after this point was a linguistic battle for my life that I lost (Toutes les Québecois parlent trop vite pour moi).

We had some time to kill before the hotel check-in so we went to a mall in the suburbs just so we'd have a food court with some options. Turns out shopping malls are not only alive and well but fucking thriving in Canada. I haven't seen a mall that packed with people outside of December since the nineties.

Quebec City was very dense with old architecture which made it feel very European. It was also apparently built on a fucking cliff with streets at 60 degree inclines, which also felt very European.

Took a tour of the Quebec Parliament building (beautiful structure), and apparently they used to be bicameral, but voted to abolish their Senate in the 60's and they were the last Canadian province to do so. What a concept.

It's one thing to know on paper that Canada has about 1/8th of the population of the US, but I was not prepared for just how empty the countryside felt. For someone like me, living in the northeast my whole life, the idea that cities in close proximity to each other not having continuous stretches of suburbs and other smaller cities connecting them was completely foreign.

On the highways I kept thinking I was speeding because I'd look down at the dashboard and see the number "100", but 100 km/h is only like 62 mph, which is nothing.

Similarly, I kept getting sticker shock every time I spent money, and kept having to remind myself that $1 CAD was like $0.73 USD while we were there.

It was really cool to see that the complex for the 1976 Montreal Olympics is still maintained and actively used (we stumbled upon a skateboarding competition and I did not feel cool enough to be in that crowd). Sometimes you hear horror stories about Olympic villages bankrupting cities and falling into disuse afterwards, but that's definitely not the case here.

Montreal is apparently known for their local bagel culture, but their bagels have enormous holes in the middle of them, so you have less cross-sectional area for spreads and they don't really work for sandwiches. My faith in NJ/NY bagel superiority remains intact.

Every city we went to had dedicated bike lane infrastructure and young families with kids, but Montreal definitely had the most of both. Tons of parks, too. Simultaneously felt like a larger and smaller city than I was expecting.

Poutine is okay, but I wasn't prepared for the cheese to squeak when you bite into it. Very odd sensation.

The main Parliament building for the federal government in Ottawa (Centre Block) is stunning, but closed; apparently it's been under renovation since 2019 and isn't expected to be reopened until 2032! In the meantime, we took a tour of where the lower House of Commons is currently meeting. We learned that their electoral districts are routinely re-drafted by a non-partisan committee and that they occasionally add new seats to the legislature to account for changes in population. I had to seethe jealously in silence for the rest of the tour.

Also toured their Supreme Court building (way more Art Deco than I was expecting). We learned that there's currently a vacancy because a Justice recently retired because they're required to step down when they turn 75. I had to seethe jealously in silence for the rest of the tour.

Every single city had automatic/self-serve parking garages where you didn't have to interact with a human (which I was very thankful for), but in Ottawa they have this little jingle that the machine sings at you when you take your ticket, which I found very amusing.

On the drive to Toronto we took a quick detour into the Thousand Islands (yes, like the salad dressing) and visited Boldt Castle, which is technically in New York state. After seeing it in practice, the idea of living on your own private island is more appealing than ever.

Toronto feels like an exercise in what happens when a nation's largest city is allowed to grow without being hemmed in by ridiculous geography. As someone who grew up in NYC, this is another concept foreign to me. The GPS did get very tripped up navigating a particularly gnarly interchange however.

Toured the Ontario Legislative Assembly (yet another beautiful building). At this point we were really good at asking tour guides stuff like, "so if happens, do you guys have a plan?" To which they would reply, "well, no, but let's just hope that never happens!"

I now understand why the Great Lakes are effectively freshwater inland seas; you really cannot see the other shore, and Lake Ontario isn't even the biggest one!

YYC to EWR was under an hour. That's definitely going to spoil me for future trips going forward.

#life #travel #Canada

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sweetspring13 · 1 year ago

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Back to KC

Stepping off the plane, Taylor felt a rush of happiness as she breathed in the warm, humid air of Kansas City. After spending a month in the UK, this summer warmth was a welcome change. She rubbed her nose absentmindedly as she walked down the stairs of the plane, stretching her legs, savoring the feeling of movement after the long flight.

She was reaching the bottom of the stairs but stopped in her tracks pressing her hand against the underside of her nose, pinching roughly as her breath caught in her chest “Hhih'tchiiew!! Snfl..” she sniffled sharply and rubbed her nose on her knuckles again as she finally made her way down the stairs.

Taylor made her way inside the airport, she kept sniffling and rubbing her nose and she could feel the beginning of congestion settling in. Ugh, why did it still tickle so much? She sighed, scrunching up her nose and rubbing a little harder. "Snff... sniff..." She noticed her eyes were starting to itch too, and she sighed, a bit annoyed, realizing her allergies must be acting up.

As she waited for immigration paperwork to be done, her nose continued to run, and she had to rummage through her bag for a tissue. She blew her nose, noticing how congested she sounded. "Ugh, great," she muttered to herself. "Hh...hhih...hehhtchiew!!! Snf.. sniff!” The sound echoed in the spacious terminal, blending with the distant hum of conversations and announcements.

"Bless you," her security guard said, his voice calm and professional.

"Thadks," Taylor replied, her voice thick with congestion. She handed over her papers, the official barely glancing at her before stamping them. She finally moved towards the exit, where the humid air hit her once more.

"Ugh," Taylor whimpered, pulling her crumpled tissue from her pocket and blowing vigorously into it. When she was done, she didn't throw the tissue away; but instead continued rubbing intensely at her nostrils, scrunching up her face in an expression of cranky annoyance. "Fuck, I'm all itchy," she whined, before her hand stilled, pinching her pink nose in the tissue, and her bloodshot eyes closed to slits. "Huhh...hht chshh! Ah...ahh...tchhiew! Snfl...”

The ride to Travis's house was uncomfortable. Taylor sat in the backseat of the car, her head resting against the cool glass of the window. Her nose was stuffed up, her voice nasal and congested. She couldn't stop sniffling. "Sngff, snff..." The city streets blurred past, but she could only focus on the persistent itch in her nose and the tingling in her eyes.

“Hey guys,” She looked up to her driver and her security guard. "Cad we stob at a pharmacy? I ndeed sobe allergy bedicine."

"Of course, Miss Taylor," he replied, directing the driver to the nearest pharmacy.

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Finally arriving at Travis's house, she stepped out of the car, feeling the familiar warmth of home. Travis was waiting at the door, his broad smile lighting up the moment he saw her. The sight of him made her heart flutter, momentarily distracting her from her discomfort.

"Hey, you!" he exclaimed as she got closer “come here, girl” pulling her into a warm embrace. She felt the strength and warmth of his body against hers. This is what coming home feels like. Their kiss was soft, but she had to break apart to sniffle, she looked up at him, a big smile on her face while rubbing her itchy nose with her knuckles. "Snff... I missed you," she said, giving him a peck on the lips and leaning back to look at him once more.

"I missed you too," Travis replied, his eyes sparkling. “So fucking much” He then attacked her neck and cheek with kisses, making her squeal as his lips tickled her skin. His breath was warm, and the sensation of his stubble against her neck made her giggle.

"Stop, it tickles!" she laughed, giving a liquid sniffle and coughing a few times to catch her breath as he finally let her go. Travis grabbed her luggage, and as he was closing the door, he heard her sneeze again. “Hhuh...'chhishew!! Snfl,”

"Bless you," he said, coming closer to hug her again. His embrace was tight and comforting, his scent familiar and soothing. "I have something to show you that my mom brought over the other day."

He led her to the couch, holding her hand. The living room was cozy, filled with the soft glow of evening light filtering through the windows. As they entered, Taylor dropped his hand and turned away pinching her pink nose as her eyes fell helplessly shut. “Aahh...aahishhhew!! Hhut'chheww!!! Ugh... snfl..” She sighed stuffily and mumbled, "Egxcuse mbe... snff," while rubbing her nose, feeling the rawness from constant irritation.

Travis came closer, one hand rubbing her shoulder and the other fixing her hair behind her ear. "You getting a cold, baby?" he asked, his voice gentle.

She shook her head, still rubbing her nose. "Doe, this is just how Kansas City decided to welcobe be back."

Travis chuckled, his laugh a soft rumble. "I can't believe you're allergic to my hometown," he joked. "Maybe your nose is just too snobbish for the Chiefs´ land."

Taylor rolled her eyes and mumbled, "Ha ha, very fuddy," while swallowing back a smirk. Despite the discomfort, she felt a warmth spreading through her chest. Being with her boyfriend made everything better.

They smiled at each other and leaned into another kiss. As they kissed, Taylor had to back up to sniffle and rub her nose. "Sngff... snff..." She leaned into him again, only to back away two seconds later as she sucked in an involuntarily deep breath. “Aah'tchxshh!!! Sniff!”

Travis laughed a little and said, "Bless you," leaning in to kiss her again. He heard her stuffy sniffles and asked, "You good, babe?" whispering close to her, his breath warm against her cheek.

Taylor sniffled once more and mumbled a sweet "Huh huh," while leaning into his lips again. Things got heated, their kisses deepening as they moved upstairs to the bedroom. Taylor stopped a few times to sneeze, but they continued, eager to be together.

In the bedroom, the atmosphere shifted, becoming more charged. The room was dimly lit, shadows playing on the walls. Travis pulled her close, whispering, "You're so beautiful, Tay." His hands were warm and firm on her back, pulling her into his embrace.

Taylor sniffled, wiping her nose in the back of her hand. "I've mbissed you so buch,"

"Come here," he said, pulling her closer, his hands exploring her back and waist. Taylor kept sniffling and wiping her nose, but she didn't want to stop. "Sndff... snnff..."

“Uhhh...hh...hhet'tchshh!!” She sneezed again, her breath hitching as he kissed her neck.

"It´s been too fucking long," Travis murmured against her lips, kissing her deeply. Taylor felt a rush of desire and they continued to kiss, their hands moving over each other with increasing urgency. --

They lay in bed, the soft sheets cool against their skin. Taylor's nose was red and irritated, "Sngff... snff..." She lay her head on Travis's chest, rubbing her itchy nose in circular motions with the palm of her hand, trying to scratch the persistent itch. "Uh, huhh...uht'chiiew!! Hehh...heISHshiih!!!" She let out two congested sneezes, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

Travis chuckled softly, his chest vibrating under her head. "Bless you, baby," he said, leaning down to press a soft kiss into her irritated nose. "Poor nose," he murmured, making her scrunch up and wriggle her pink nose immediately in response to the feather-light touch. Travis smiled at her girlfriend´s kittenish behavior and then leaned down pressing more kisses on her face.

Taylor gave a liquid sniffle and mumbled a breathy, "Wait..." as she pushed him back, turning her face away and lifting her other hand to cover a third sneeze. "Hh...hhih...hehhtchiew!!!”

"Bless you, bless you, bless you," Travis said pressing his lips onto her hair.

"Sorry," she mumbled quietly, her hand still covering her nose. She sniffled back congestedly. "Sngff..."

"Do you need a tissue?" Travis asked, his voice full of concern.

Embarrassed, Taylor nodded. "Yes, please."

He brought a box of tissues from the bathroom and handed her a couple. She blew her nose congestedly, the sound harsh in the quiet room. She then wiped her nose, sniffling once more. "Snnnrff..."

Travis sat next to her and pulled her close once more. "You okay?"

Taylor was still rubbing her nose behind her tissues, “I´b fide, snff” wiping the crumpled tissues roughly back and forth against the underside of her damp pink nose, “by dose is just so, snnf… snnfff.. itchy."

"Do you want me to go buy you some meds?" Travis asked, his hand gentle on her back.

"I already had sobe before getting here," she replied, sneezing again. “EhhISH'sheww!!”

"I've never seen you so bothered by your allergies," he said, his concern deepening.

"I doe," Taylor sniffled. "I usually dod't get like this. It bust be all the traveling," she paused, feeling her breath hitch again. "Or the changing temperatures, or the... Hheh...hhheh...hht'CHSHsht!!! Ohhh... snfl…” The blonde girl sneezed breathlessly into the damp tissue she held to her runny nose, groaning and making a whiny sound while burying her face in Travis's chest as he rubbed her back lovingly.

“I´m sure the meds will start working in a bit” he looked down at his girlfriend, hating to see her so miserable. “Maybe you should take a hot shower, that´ll make you feel better”

“Yeah, I´ll go id a bit” Taylor paused to blow her nose again, and Travis waited patiently while the wet sound slowly cleared from his girlfriend’s stuffy head. “Huh, that’s better,” Taylor sighed cuddling up to Travis’ side. “When do we habe to leave?”

“We have to be there at nine, I think” he said, raising his wrist to look at his clock. He felt Taylor tense up, sucking in a sharp, quavering gasp of air, clearly gearing up for another congested sneeze. She hitched and huffed over another sneeze still swirling around helplessly in the back of her head, blinking blearily as her pink nose glistened with allergic snot. She looked, somehow, completely adorable and completely pathetic at the same time.

But the sneeze that had welled up suddenly inside her died away again just as her lungs filled with air, a desperately uncomfortable look settling onto her face in its place. "Oh..." Taylor groaned, pressing a finger under her running nose and rubbing hard while she laid back in his chest “Snfl... sorry, I thought I w-was goig… huhh… t-tohh... snfl...hh-hhuhh...” Allergic tears ran down her cheeks as she sniffled and wiped her nose, pinching it firmly between her fingers and massaging it lightly up and down as the ticklish feeling came back full force, making her squeezed helplessly shut in submission to her itchy nose. “Hhuh...hh... Uhh'ehhtchOOoo!!! snfl..”

"God bless you!" he exclaimed, smiling at her.

"Thagks," she sniffled, wiping her nose on a fresh tissue. "So, who's godda be at there tonight?"

Travis started explaining, "Well, it's at Jeff's place, so definitely him and his girlfriend, maybe a few other..."

"Hehhh…hetchshh! Sniff" Taylor interrupted with a sneeze.

“I think th-”; "Heh-tchiiew!!"; “Britt told m-“; “hhuh...aahISHshhew!!!”

Travis laughed and jokingly asked, "Do you really want to know?"

Taylor sniffled and wiped her nose, blushing a little. "Sorry, I thidk I´b done dow, snnff" She grabbed a fresh tissue and blew her nose vigorously, until the wet sound finally subsided, if only for a moment.

Travis chuckled, kissing her head. "I´m just teasing, love. Anyway, I think it´ll just be Jeff and Katie, Pat and Britt and the rest of the team with their partners”

“Souds great!” Taylor sniffled stuffily. "Maybe I should go take a shower. Sngff..."

She slipped out from under her boyfriend and spent a long time soaking in a hot, steamy shower, breathing deeply and trying to clear her sinuses. And it did make her feel more like herself.

She got out of the bathroom and crouched down in front of her suitcase, rolling her eyes as she felt her nose starting to run and tickle again. She kept rubbing it, trying to stave off the sneezes. She stood up to start getting ready, but her breath began to hitch.

Travis walked back into the room and watched her standing in the middle of the bedroom, one hand raised in front of her face, her nose red and her expression one of anticipation. “Uhh...snnfl...hh-hhuhh...” The tickle danced lightly behind her nose and eyes, making her head fall back in anticipation. She dropped her hands for a moment, still holding the tissue, briefly revealing her glistening pink nostrils on the brink of another allergic sneeze. They widened irritably in time with her hitching breath, leaking twin trails of watery snot down the channel of her upper lip as her teary eyes fought to stay open just a crack. But suddenly her shoulders dropped and she opened her eyes, breathing woozily with a cranky expression on her face and she let out a disappointed huff. “Ugh… snnf… it wedt away” She mumbled, furiously attacking her cute nose with the heel of her palm. “Ehhh...hehhh...huhhIHSHOOoo!!! Hht'ghSHIuuh!!”

"There it is!" Travis said, smiling. "Bless you, baby."

“Trav… sniff!… cad we close the…huhhhh…the wihdow? Huh-tchhh! Ahh, ahhh…achhiiew! Sniff..” Taylor’s shoulders snapped like a whip, doubling her over with one ferocious, shuddering sneeze after another. “Oh, shit, of course” Travis jumped up and closed the window while Taylor pulled a few more tissues from the box, rubbing and blowing her irritated little nose as hard as she could. He hadn't realized they were open and probably making her allergies worse. “Thadks,” Taylor sighed, sounding exhausted though they still had a long night ahead of them. She sat down at the little desk in his bedroom and blew her nose for the millionth time, as she prepared to get ready.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her face pale and her eyes slightly red from the constant rubbing. She began applying foundation, but her nose tickled, making her stop suddenly. “UhhTCHshiiew!!” The sneeze made her drop the bottle, the colored cream dripping onto her desk. She sighed and tried to clean it up a bit before continuing.

She moved on to her blush, but now her nose was running again, and she tried to sniffle, but it was no use. Her eyes watered as a deep itch welled up in the back of her head. She grabbed a tissue, and tried to wipe her nose as softly as she could, to avoid smearing off the foundation she had just applied, but it was a fruitless effort between her drippy nose and the allergic tears. She sighed and went to fix it. As she looked back up at herself in the mirror, she realized she felt awful. Her nose was all stuffed up and constantly runny. Despite all the foundation she was putting on, her nose was still pink, and she looked sick. She couldn't stop sneezing and blowing her nose. She felt gross. And truly did not to be at a party sneezing her head off in front of everybody. On top of that, between the jetlag and the allergy pills she was starting to feel drowsy.

She sighed defeatedly. She didn´t want to disappoint Travis, but she truly couldn´t find it in herself to go to this party. So she went to the closet room where he was getting dressed. As she crossed the doorway, she sneezed two more times. "Uhhh...uhtchOOoo!!! Hiih'hishhiew!!" She groaned tiredly, leaning against the doorframe.

"Bless you," Travis said, looking at her with concern. "You okay?"

"By allergies are killing mbe, baby” She looked at him with a guilt filled expression “I jusd.. snnf.. I dod't feel great... Is it… snnf! Is id okay if I jusd stay here todight?" she asked, looking up at him with tired, watery eyes.

"Of course, baby," Travis said, getting up and wrapping her in a hug. His arms were strong and comforting, his chest warm against her cheek. "We don´t need to go"

"I´b so sorry… I jusd-"

"You don’t need to apologize about anything, T. I don´t want you to go anywhere if you are not feeling great. The whole point of this was to just have some fun" Travis smiled sweetly while he rubbed his arms down her shoulders.

“You doe you.. snff… you dod´t have to stay right? I´ll jusd take sobe bore meds ahd jusd go t-to.. huhh” Travis chuckled wryly and handed his woozy girlfriend a fresh tissue, which the blonde-haired girl grabbed hastily, raising it to her stuffy pink nose, already flaring wide as a fresh trickle of clear snot dribbled lazily from their depths. “Ishhxk!! Ishhiew!! Iiih, iishhew!!! Snfl…” Taylor sighed miserably as she wiped her nose.

“Bless you, baby. And I'm not going anywhere, so just forget it.” He told her while guiding her back into the bedroom “I´ve missed you so much these past weeks it´s going to take a whole lot more than a few sneezes to keep me away from you” he told her sweetly, with his big, charming smile as he helped her climb back under the covers and then tug them back up again so she was tucked snugly into bed.

“There, you stay here and pick a movie, I´ll go get us some take out and we can just stay here” Trav told her gently, threading her fingers through her girlfriend’s soft blonde hair.

“Thadk you, baby” Taylor smiled gratefully at him. She looked into his eyes, a gentle smile on her lips and the little twinkle in her eyes that he loved so much. Her small hand moving to his chest, pulling him closer “It´s so nice to be back home”

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