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i know this dream of life is never ending it goes around and round and round again

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The Shower Scene, Part 3

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4

Warnings: this is a work of fiction. smut (18+) MDNI, NSFW. Sexting, Sexual Tendencies, Swearing, Degradation, Brat Taming

Author's Note: bet your ass I'm destroying you all. Links coming soon. Part 4 will be "cumming" soon.

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You sat backstage with your head against the wall. Another workday, another city. You were left in the dim light, alone with your thoughts and the screaming of the crowd and the loud thrums of guitar through the heavy speakers.

Only the thoughts of yours and Noah's secret situation would return to your mind.

You haven't been able to hide the straining tension and the absolute cravings for him you have in the dark.

Noah noticed you eyeballing him one day on the bus. You quickly looked away, but the damage had been done. Every time you turned around, Noah took advantage of teasing and taunting you from as far away as possible.

He would give you the hottest glares, then turn away with a completely different expression as soon as he did. He'd smirk at you and bite his lip, turning his head to smolder you.

When no one was looking, he winked at you and curled his fingers in the air. When Jolly looked towards him, he changed his expression and quickly dropped his hands.

You were so sick and crazy over it but you tried to hide it.

A week or two went by, only a few little chances to interact with Noah completely went by with no opportunity to touch or even get a secret word in. You hadn't had a moment alone with him at all.

Ever since that night in the bathroom on the bus, you ached to know just what he'd do if you teased him again. He was teasing you with his glares and gestures. Noah knew exactly how he was making you feel, and you knew it.

The next tour week was coming up, with one day off in Atlanta, Georgia. But that off day was 5 days away-- a wait you weren't sure you could handle, if Noah even decided to spend it with you.

"Hey, (Y/N). You good out here? Why are you by yourself?" Bryan peaked out at you from the stage entry.

"Oh, just enjoying a moment of peace before the chaos." You shrug.

"Alright. Just making sure everything's cool," he softly smiled and returned to the side stage, resuming collecting pictures.

--

In your bunk that night, you lie awake, staring at the ceiling not so far from your face. You scroll through your phone, noticing a snap from a few people, Noah being one, sent a half hour ago.

Biting your lip with excitement, you wonder what it is. You open the Snapchat.

Noah laying in his bunk, furrowing his eyebrows and squinting at the camera. The picture looks so normal, yet so delicious. Every time he made that face, it flipped a switch in you. You weren't sure if the picture was only for you. Still, your eyes devoured the photo.

You looked away at the ceiling again, closing the snap. An idea pops into your head, filthy and obscene. Should you? You weren't sure, but you knew that it would get the reaction you craved so desperately.

You can't help but smirk and your stomach flips. Convinced of your plan, you get up quietly from your bunk, pads of your feet hitting the cold bus floor.

You walk out of the bunk area and to the same bathroom Noah had you panting and soaked to the bone several nights previously. As the door shuts behind you, you rest against the door and breathe deeply, anxious at what you're about to do.

You look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair. You bite your lip, testing how you look.

Deciding you are ready, you slip out of your top and the bralette you wore. You caressed your breasts and teased your nipples until they were taut and pointed. Pulling up your phone's camera, you snapped a few different pictures.

Excitement pulsed through you, ready to throw Noah through a struggle until the end of the week.

Pulling down your pajama pants, you angle the camera at just the right angle to make your ass look fat and juicy, just to make Noah want to take a bite of you.

At every thought of what Noah was going to get to see, your panties are wet and you're aching. Just because of this, you turn around and angle the camera at your covered pussy, throwing your hand on your thigh. Snap, picture.

Taking your underwear off, you take a shot from the back and from the front. And another of your whole naked body.

You get dressed again, and return to your bunk quietly.

Looking through the pictures, excitement rolls through you. You sort through them, deleting ones you don't like and picking from the ones you do.

As you're looking, you decide on the least hot one, of your tits. A slow burn, you decide.

You move to the chat box on Snapchat with Noah. You didn't think he'd be awake. Opening your gallery and clicking on that one photo, your stomach flips and you press send.

Your eyes close and you pass out, bus rocking you to sleep with the bumps in the road.

--

You wake up to voices and movement. Your curtain is ripped open and you squint hard.

"Wake up, (Y/L/N)! We are late to the venue. Get dressed and ready to load-in asap." Jolly says to you.

"Aye-aye, Captain Karlsson." You mumble, stumbling out of bed and to the bathroom.

You check your phone momentarily while you get yourself awake. Notifications popping up on the screen. One notification stands out to you: Noah Sebastian, with the yellow ghost on the side.

Your heart does a flip along with your stomach and you grip the sink and hold your breath. You race to unlock it and open the snap. It's a chat. If it's possible to get more nervous, you do.

Your finger hovers over the button, scared to see what it says. You slowly swipe to open the chat. You see that he's saved the photo.

There's one sentence below that:

You're playing a dangerous game, princess.

You gasp, locking your phone. Your teeth sink into your lip.

A sharp rap comes to the bathroom door. "Get outta there, some of us gotta piss!"

"S-sorry!" You stutter and fling open the door to a grumpy Matt.

Exiting the bathroom, you spot Noah getting off the bus. Of course you missed him again.

--

Once again, the day repeats itself with high tension and hard work. The brutal day exhausts you, rushing to make everything work and on time.

Noah is nowhere to be found around you today, socializing with everyone else.

In-between sets, you're setting up the stage with your fellow crew. In the few moments before Bad Omens approaches the stage and your feet have left it, you're opening your phone back up and Noah's chat. You open the gallery, smirking to yourself, and you select your next choice: your pretty panties on display with your ass all up in the camera. Holding your breath again, you click send.

It takes several minutes. The stage music begins to play, and you know that they're about to go on. The blue arrow turns white and you know he's seeing it. You see "typing..." Pop up next to his name and you hold your breath.

Swiping, you see his bitmoji peeking from the bottom. His message pops up and a few seconds later you hear the crowd screeching. He saved this photo too.

You're gonna fucking regret this, you dirty little girl.

You suppress a moan. You fucking hope so.

You run around backstage as needed. One requiring that you assess a problem with a cable processing a cab that wasn't functioning properly. On stage, Noah's eyes catch yours.

He holds the eye contact, breaking your focus from your work momentarily. He looks so wild and tortured when he looks at you. He wants to tear you to pieces and you can feel it in your gut.

When you go backstage, you send the next picture unmercilessly, excited to enrage him further. You fantasize about how hard you're gonna get him.

--

You finish the night on the bus couch. You look at your Snapchat, Noah not opening your snap yet. You huff anxiously.

Noah enters the bus with Ruffilo, laughing about something. His eyes land dangerously on you. You have a feeling he has plans for you. Sitting down on the opposite couch, he glares at you hotly and opens his phone. Your core aches.

You see the light flash in his face. You watch your phone for the confirmation of your message being opened, stomach flipping. You see the blue arrow fade to white again. Looking up, you make eye contact with a Noah who is clearly hiding his expression. Danger glints in his eyes. He goes to his phone, typing furiously, brows furrowed.

You dirty fucking girl. You think you're gonna get away with this? Right in front of my friends? I'm gonna make you regret every fucking second when I get my hands on you.

You look up at his hungry eyes. He has a hint of anger on his face that makes you so wet. You bite your lip at him and bat your eyes. You smirk. You see his fist clench. He's about to stand, when Folio requests his help.

Noah sighs quietly. "Sure," he says.

A new message from Noah.

This isn't over.

You text back. Oh, Noah, you have no idea.

--

Over the next few days, you keep the pictures flowing into his inbox. He kept threatening your demise, even sending a hot picture of his chest and a little smirk playing on his mouth with a hot pressure in his sweats.

You saved it, just for your eyes.

"God, Noah," you mumbled to yourself.

Finding the last picture, of your complete open pussy and breasts sitting perfectly perky on your chest, you send it straight to Noah.

From your bunk, you can hear Noah groan and turn it into a yawn. A message pops up on your phone.

This is the last fucking straw. What a fucking slut you are. All for me. I'm gonna ravage your little cunt and leave you bruised and used just like you're begging me to.

You almost moan out loud, gasping and soaking yourself.

I double dare you to try.

You taunt him, trying to get his animalistic nature to come out.

You're about to get on my bad side, naughty girl.

Give it all to me, baby. You say back.

Careful what you fucking wish for.

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Diane Kruger Says She Works Less Since Becoming a Mom: 'Everything Changed with Motherhood'

Diane Kruger Says She Works Less Since Becoming a Mom: 'Everything Changed with Motherhood'

"Things just change when you have a family. You want to keep everyone together," said Diane Kruger, who shares her 3-year-old daughter with fiancé Norman Reedus

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"Things just change when you have a family. You want to keep everyone together,” said Diane Kruger, who shares her 3-year-old daughter with fiancé Norman ReedusBy Vanessa EtienneVanessa EtienneVanessa Etienne is an Emerging Content Writer-Reporter for PEOPLE.People Editorial GuidelinesPublished on December 23, 2021 02:02 PM Trending Videos Photo: Caleb & Gladys for Women’s HealthDiane Kruger is embracing her new norm as a working mother.In a recent interview with Women's Health, the 45-year-old actress opened up about how motherhood has changed the way she approaches her career. Kruger is mom to a 3-year-old daughter, whom she shares with fiancé Norman Reedus."Everything changed with motherhood ��� it's such a cliché, but it's true," the actress shared."The way I look at work is different. I love to work; in fact, I cherish it more today than I did before, but at the same time, you look at everything from a different angle," she told the outlet. "It's not: What's it going to do for my career? It's more about: Could it fit into my schedule? How can I make it work? Is it going to be worthwhile?"With a toddler at home, and Reedus busy filming The Walking Dead in Atlanta, Kruger said she often brings her daughter with her to work, traveling around the world together for various jobs.Never miss a story — sign up for PEOPLE's free daily newsletter to stay up-to-date on the best of what PEOPLE has to offer, from juicy celebrity news to compelling human interest stories. Caleb & Gladys for Women’s Health"That's always been very hard, and probably a reason I work less," she said in the interview. "Things just change when you have a family. You want to keep everyone together."The actress also admitted that she was relieved when she was able to get back into work after "six months of being a full-time mom.""I was ready to get back to me, and to get out of the house," she said. The mom of one was able to do just that by hitting the gym in preparation for her latest film, The 355, which sees her as a German agent who teams up with elite spies from countries around the world to take down a common enemy.Though she described returning to work as "daunting," Kruger told Women's Health that "it was fun to have a few hours away each day to focus on my body and my work," noting that she felt supported being on a set filled with other working moms. Norman Reedus/instagramKruger and Reedus welcomed their daughter in November 2018 and have since been protective of details about their child — including her name and exact birthday. While the pair are notoriously private about their toddler, they do occasionally share pictures that don't show her face.In July, Reedus shared a rare glimpse into the couple's family time with their daughter when he shared a photo of the trio out for a stroll on his Instagram account.In the photo, the actor can be seen carrying their daughter on his shoulders as Kruger pushed a stroller while walking in front of them.Back in 2019, Kruger opened up to PEOPLE about her daughter with Reedus and how the little one is developing quite the personality."She's not really girlie, she's kind of a dude," the actress said, adding that she's still saving some Chanel for her daughter. "It's fun to have a girl, I will say. I like that, too."

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Things I’ve Learned Going to a Great Art School

To preface this, I go to SCAD in Atlanta, GA. This particular college is ranked as one of the best colleges to go to for certain programs, namely fashion design and animation (of any kind; 3d, 2d, MOME, technical, the sorts). And here are some of the things I learned from going on 4 years of attending this school for my bachelors in animation

The school you go to does not matter to companies as much as you may think. Your portfolio/demo reel however? It makes or breaks your chances of getting work within your desired field.

Appreciate the assets your professors and your college gives you, but do not turn a blind eye to very real struggles you or anyone else will encounter

Do not be afraid to take inspiration of any and everything. People, animals, sounds, music, film, etc. Now, this does not mean trace/copy/steal other peoples hard work.

Be NICE and cooperative to your professors and peers. These are people you will work with in the industry. Networking and making good connections while you are in school is absolutely everything. These people can recommend you for projects and will help boost you in your career, given you do the same for them.

Your professors know what they are talking about. You are just starting out (whether you want to think so or not) and are here to learn and soak up any knowledge your teachers have to give. They have worked in and studied the industry for years. You have not. You do not know better than your professors, so be open minded and receptive to critique. Even if they seem mean. They are here to make you better and more prepared for when you do get to go out and work.

Be proud of your work. Whether you spent 20 minutes or 20 hours on something, own your work. Put 110% into everything you do like you are submitting it to your director/client/boss. Because a bad grade on something translates to you being fired your industry.

Take notes! Whether this be in a lecture or studio class. You will need to look back at this information. For example: Program shortcuts. Instead of searching for them, you have it in your notes.

Get involved in your schools community. Be in clubs, go to events, participate. My school requires you to attend at least 1 field trip and 3 other events for each class (usually). And if there isn’t a club you’re interested in? Make one. This also includes school discords/group chats.

When you can’t go to your professors, your peers/upperclassmen are your best assets. They are or have been in your same spot questioning and worrying about the same stuff. Ask them for help and do not be afraid that it is a stupid question. You are learning so not everything will come naturally. Everything takes practice.

It is ok to fail a class or two. This does not make you lesser than anyone. We’ve all gotten less than stellar grades before. 

 Take breaks. As an animation student, or just someone that does art, you can just sit for hours upon hours doing one thing, but that does not mean it’s good for you. Let your body and eyes rest for a couple minutes. Take a step back from your work and observe at a different angle. Go get a drink, take a walk, whatever you can do to decompress for a moment before getting back to the grind.

Stretch. For the love of god, stretch. Your hands, neck, arms, legs, feet. Carpal tunnel and muscle tension is not fun and will inhibit your workflow. 

Exercise. Even just a little bit. It is easy to lay down all day whenever you don’t have anything to do. But your body needs movement. You can go on a walk, do yoga, lift weights... Just do a little bit of something every day. It does wonders for both your physical and mental health.

Some people will have more skills coming into something than you. They are NOT your competition, they are your ally. Treat them as such, because you can learn from them just as they can learn from you. This also does not mean you’re bad at something. Your work is great, always. Because you took the time and energy to make it.

Step out of your comfort zone. I started school in fall of 2020, height of covid. All of my classes were online. It was so hard to make friends at first, but branching out and talking to classmates allows for some great opportunities and that’s how you make your lifelong friends.

Go to extra help sessions and office hours. This is where you get individualized help from your professors catered to you and your work. This also shows your professors you take initiative and are willing to put in the work. It makes you look great. 

Keep updating your resume.

Enjoy yourself. Take some time to do things you love outside of classes. Hang out with friends, play games, watch shows/movies. You deserve it.

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Elevate Your Brand with Professional Product Photography Services in Atlanta by GregCeePhoto

In the world of business, your products need to speak for themselves, and exceptional visuals make all the difference. At GregCeePhoto, we specialize in professional product photography services in Atlanta, designed to elevate your brand and captivate your audience. Whether you’re showcasing sleek tech gadgets, artisanal crafts, gourmet food, or stylish apparel, we deliver high-quality images that highlight every detail and showcase your products in the best possible light.

Why Choose GregCeePhoto for Product Photography?

1. Expertise and Creativity At GregCeePhoto, we combine technical precision with artistic flair to create stunning product visuals. With years of experience in commercial photography, our team knows how to emphasize the unique selling points of your products. From lighting and angles to creative staging, every photo is crafted to align with your brand’s identity.

2. Tailored to Your Needs We understand that each product and brand is unique. That’s why we offer personalized consultations to ensure our photography matches your vision. Whether you’re a small business owner or a large corporation, we create images that resonate with your target audience.

3. Versatile Services Our Atlanta-based studio is fully equipped to handle various product photography needs:

E-commerce Photography: Crisp, clean, and optimized images ideal for online stores and marketplaces like Amazon, Etsy, and Shopify.

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Your products deserve to shine in a competitive market, and professional photography is the key to grabbing attention. Well-shot product images not only enhance your brand’s credibility but also influence purchasing decisions.

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How to Document Evidence at the Scene of a Car Accident

A car accident is not an easy experience to deal with. The aftermath can be traumatic, whether a minor fender-bender or a more serious collision. You might sustain physical injuries, emotional stress, and financial burdens. If you're involved in a car accident in a bustling city like Atlanta, the situation can be even more complicated due to its intricate traffic regulations, insurance claims, and potential legalities. Knowing the steps to take and seeking proper legal counsel can alleviate some of your burden and help you move forward stress-free. Here's how you can proceed and strengthen your case with the right kind of evidence.

1. Prioritize Your Safety

Before collecting evidence, make sure you're not hurt, and it's safe to do so. Check for your injuries and move to a safer location. Call 911 to report the accident and request medical assistance.

2. Photograph the Accident Site

If you feel ready, use your smartphone and record visual evidence of the accident site. Capture the surrounding debris, skid marks, and the extent of damage. Document the damage from different angles and photograph nearby traffic signals or road markings. You can also document your injuries and any injuries your fellow passengers sustain. If the weather conditions are extreme, you should also document the same, as it can be crucial in determining fault.

This is a time when your memory is fresh, so you will be able to include the exact sequence of events leading up to the accident. You can also write everything down, including the speed you were traveling, the maneuvers you made, how things led to the accident, and any other details that come to your mind. These personal reflections also help you choose the right way forward.

3. Gather Contact Details

Gather the contact information of all the involved parties. Take note of the names, addresses, and contact numbers of all passengers, drivers, and witnesses. You should also take note of the license plates and information on the other party's insurance, which will be crucial when processing your claim.

4. Take Witness Statements

Ask for witness accounts. Take detailed notes to record their perspective on what they saw, as this can help resolve the dispute. After proper consent, you can also take voice or video recordings to capture witness statements and not miss any details.

5. Obtain a Copy of the Police Report

When the police arrive at the accident site, they will investigate the scene and create a report. This documents an impartial third-party account of what happened. You can request a copy of this police report to strengthen your case.

6. Preserve Physical Evidence

If there is anything that played a part in the accident, such as a broken car component or malfunctioning lights, ensure that you are able to preserve this physical evidence. Take note of these and report them to the police as well. You do not have to remove any physical evidence from the accident scene, but ensure it is documented through photographs and included in the official report.

7. Seek Legal Advice

Once you have all the necessary evidence, partner with a skilled car accident attorney in Atlanta. They can guide you on using this evidence properly and what additional information may be needed to strengthen your case.

The Bottom Line

While a car accident can be a traumatic incident, it's a clear case of personal injury in Atlanta. The evidence you immediately collect can help protect your legal rights and ensure you are fairly compensated for your damages. Following the above steps can create a strong foundation for your case when you consider filing a claim. The more evidence you have, the better you and your attorney can prepare to represent your rights.

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What Should I Look for When Buying an Asian Knife?

When it comes to selecting the perfect kitchen knife, there is no shortage of options. Among the most sought-after and revered tools are Asian knives, which have earned a reputation for their exceptional craftsmanship, sharpness, and versatility. Whether you're a professional chef or a home cook, choosing the right Asian knife can elevate your cooking experience. If you're near Atlanta, visiting The Cook's Warehouse is a great way to explore a variety of high-quality options and receive expert advice. But before you make a purchase, it’s important to understand what to look for in an Asian knife to ensure you’re getting the best tool for your needs.

1. Understand the Types of Asian Knives

Asian knives come in various shapes and sizes, each designed for specific tasks. Knowing the different types of Asian knives will help you choose the right one for your kitchen. Here are some of the most popular types:

Santoku Knife: Often considered the Japanese equivalent of a chef's knife, the Santoku is an all-purpose knife with a shorter, straighter blade. It's great for slicing, dicing, and chopping vegetables, fish, and meat.

Gyuto Knife: Similar to the Western chef's knife, the Gyuto is a versatile tool that can handle a wide range of kitchen tasks, from slicing meat to chopping vegetables.

Nakiri Knife: This knife features a rectangular blade and is specifically designed for chopping vegetables. Its straight edge allows for precise, clean cuts, making it ideal for preparing salads and other vegetable-based dishes.

Deba Knife: A heavy, sturdy knife used primarily for filleting fish, the Deba can also handle tougher tasks like cutting through small bones.

Yanagiba Knife: This long, thin knife is used for slicing raw fish and is a staple in sushi preparation.

Each of these knives has its unique features and advantages, so consider your cooking style and the types of dishes you frequently prepare when choosing the right Asian knife.

2. Consider the Blade Material

The blade material is one of the most important factors to consider when purchasing an Asian knife. The quality of the steel will directly affect the knife’s sharpness, durability, and ease of maintenance. Common materials used in Asian knives include:

High-Carbon Stainless Steel: Known for its sharpness and edge retention, high-carbon stainless steel is also resistant to rust and stains. This makes it a popular choice for both professional and home kitchens.

Carbon Steel: Carbon steel knives are incredibly sharp and can hold their edge for a long time. However, they require more maintenance, as they are prone to rust and discoloration if not properly cared for.

Stainless Steel: While not as sharp as carbon steel, stainless steel knives are easier to maintain and are resistant to rust and corrosion. They are a good option for those who prefer low-maintenance tools.

When shopping at a kitchen store near Atlanta like The Cook's Warehouse, you’ll find a variety of Asian knives made from these materials. Understanding the pros and cons of each will help you choose a knife that best suits your needs.

3. Examine the Knife’s Edge

The edge of an Asian knife is another critical factor to consider. Asian knives typically have a sharper edge angle compared to Western knives, often ranging between 15 to 20 degrees. This sharp angle allows for more precise cuts and a smoother slicing experience.

Some Asian knives feature a single bevel edge, where only one side of the blade is sharpened. Single bevel knives, like the Yanagiba, are incredibly sharp and ideal for tasks that require precision, such as slicing sashimi. However, they can be more challenging to use for those not accustomed to them and are typically favored by professionals.

On the other hand, double bevel knives, like the Santoku and Gyuto, are sharpened on both sides of the blade. They are more versatile and easier for most people to use, making them a great option for home cooks.

When choosing an Asian knife, consider your skill level and the type of cutting tasks you perform most frequently. A knife with a sharp, well-maintained edge will make your cooking experience much more enjoyable and efficient.

4. Assess the Handle Design

The handle of an Asian knife is just as important as the blade. A comfortable, well-designed handle will provide better control and reduce hand fatigue during extended use. Here are some factors to consider when evaluating the handle:

Material: Asian knife handles are made from a variety of materials, including wood, plastic, and composite materials. Wooden handles offer a traditional look and feel but may require more maintenance. Composite and plastic handles are more durable and easier to clean, making them a practical choice for busy kitchens.

Shape: The shape of the handle can greatly impact the comfort and ease of use. Traditional Japanese handles are often octagonal or D-shaped, providing a secure grip and excellent control. Western-style handles are usually contoured and ergonomically designed for comfort.

Balance: The balance between the blade and handle is crucial for efficient cutting. A well-balanced knife will feel comfortable in your hand and allow for more precise control. When shopping for an Asian knife, hold it in your hand and assess how it feels. The knife should feel balanced and comfortable, with the weight evenly distributed between the blade and handle.

5. Evaluate the Knife’s Weight

The weight of an Asian knife can significantly affect how it performs in the kitchen. Lighter knives, such as the Santoku, are ideal for tasks that require speed and precision, like slicing vegetables or filleting fish. They allow for more agile movements and reduce hand fatigue during prolonged use.

Heavier knives, like the Deba, provide more power and are better suited for tasks that require force, such as cutting through bones or tough meat. However, they may be more tiring to use over extended periods.

Consider the types of tasks you typically perform in the kitchen and choose a knife that feels comfortable in your hand. If possible, visit a kitchen store near Atlanta like The Cook's Warehouse to test different knives in person and find the one that best suits your needs.

6. Look for Trusted Brands

When investing in an Asian knife, it's important to choose a trusted brand known for quality and craftsmanship. Reputable brands like Shun, Global, and Miyabi are renowned for their high-quality materials, precision engineering, and durability. These brands have a long history of producing knives that meet the demands of both professional chefs and home cooks.

At The Cook's Warehouse, you’ll find a curated selection of knives from these and other top brands. The knowledgeable staff can help guide you in selecting the right knife for your needs, ensuring you make an informed purchase.

7. Consider Maintenance Requirements

Different types of Asian knives require varying levels of maintenance. Carbon steel knives, for example, need to be cleaned and dried immediately after use to prevent rust and corrosion. They may also require regular oiling to maintain their condition. Stainless steel knives, on the other hand, are more resistant to rust and require less maintenance, making them a more convenient option for busy kitchens.

Additionally, consider how often you’re willing to sharpen your knife. While high-carbon steel knives hold their edge longer, they may require more frequent sharpening compared to other materials. Investing in a good sharpening tool or service is essential to keep your knife performing at its best.

8. Determine Your Budget

Asian knives can range in price from affordable to high-end, depending on the materials, craftsmanship, and brand. It’s important to set a budget before shopping and consider how much you’re willing to invest in a quality knife.

Remember that a good knife is an investment in your culinary experience. While it may be tempting to opt for a cheaper option, investing in a high-quality knife from a reputable brand will likely save you money in the long run, as it will last longer and perform better.

Conclusion

Choosing the right Asian knife involves considering a variety of factors, including the type of knife, blade material, handle design, weight, and brand reputation. By understanding what to look for, you can select a knife that suits your cooking style and enhances your kitchen experience. If you're in the Atlanta area, The Cook's Warehouse is an excellent place to explore a wide selection of high-quality Asian knives and receive expert advice on your purchase.

Remember, the right knife can make all the difference in your culinary endeavors. Whether you’re preparing a simple meal or tackling a complex recipe, an Asian knife from a trusted brand will provide the precision, comfort, and durability you need to succeed in the kitchen.

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What To Do After a Bicycle Accident in Atlanta?

Bicycle Accidents in Atlanta

Riding a bike is a quick way to get around Atlanta, especially during rush hour. Bicycling is a great way to reduce your impact on the environment, and it is more affordable than owning a car. However, cycling can also put you at risk for traffic accidents. If you’ve been in a cycling accident and were not at fault, you may have a case against the driver that hit you. Here’s what you should do immediately after a cycling accident in Atlanta.

If you are seriously injured, contact emergency services and go to the hospital immediately. If you are able to, move away from the road somewhere safe.

1. Trade contact information with the driver

If you are not seriously injured, talk to the other party involved in the accident. Get their name, phone number, and insurance information. If there were any witnesses to the accident, get their contact information as well. They may be vital to your case later on.

2. Take photos

If you are physically able to, take photos of the scene of the accident. Clear, high-quality photos of the accident can strengthen your case later on. Take photos of your bike as well as the car involved from several different angles. You should also make sure to photograph the license plate of the car involved, and note down the make and model.

3. File a police report

Next, you should call the police and have them come to the scene. If you are unable to make the call yourself, ask someone nearby to make the call for you. Once the police arrive, you will be able to file an accident report. A detailed accident report will be crucial to your case later on. If you remember additional details after the accident, you can always go to the police station and amend the report later on. If you aren’t able to file a police report at the scene, don’t neglect it – you can always go to the station and file an accident report after the fact.

4. Don’t repair your bike

It can be tempting to repair your bike right away if you use it as your primary mode of transportation. However, your bike will serve as evidence in your case, so you should wait to repair it until the suit is settled. Ideally, the other party’s insurance should pay for your bike repairs as well as any other expenses associated with the accident.

5. Document your experience

It’s very important to keep detailed records of your experience after the accident. Write down your entire memory of the accident, as well as your personal experience afterwards. Save all of your medical bills and ask your doctors for medical records relating to your injuries. If you have to miss work due to your injuries, make sure to note your missed wages and how that affects your quality of life. You may also want to take pictures of your injuries as they progress to illustrate the length of your recovery period.

Talk to a Bicycle Accident lawyer

It’s important to get a Atlanta Bicycle Accident lawyer involved as soon as possible after the accident. A trustworthy lawyer will serve as your advocate as you navigate this very difficult situation. They will help you build an effective case so you can receive compensation for your financial losses, as well as the pain and stress that you have endured. It’s important to look for a professional who specializes in injury cases similar to yours for the best chance of success.

Butler Kahn specializes in personal injury cases in the Atlanta area. If you’ve been in a bicycle accident in Georgia, you may have grounds for a lawsuit. Contact Butler Kahn to learn more about your legal options.

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Sports fan experience, media or service enhancement at a sports venue.

With the assistance of modern technology and infrastructure, the fan experience has been amplified in sports stadiums around the world. Modern stadiums of today require unique technologies and features that can contribute to an immersive fan experience, as can be seen with Mercedes Benz Stadium in Atlanta, Georgia (Meyer et al., 2021). The stadium hosts a capacity of 71,000 patrons, with unique features like a camera aperture retractable roof, a halo video screen that is viewable from every angle of the stadium and a state of the art audio system (Mercedes Benz Stadium, 2023). These features have established that stadium as world class as it hosts events like the Peach Bowl, College Football Playoff National Championship, MLS Cup, Super Bowl LIII and is set to host multiple games in the 2026 World Cup.

The stadium has also taken the simple things into consideration of stadium operations, with the feature of being a mobile-first cashless stadium (Shields & Rein, 2020). This has drastically reduced wait time in lines. In addition to this, they have slashed the prices of food. Typically patrons can expect to pay $8 for a hotdog and $13 for a beer, however Mercedes Benz Stadium charges $2 and $5 respectively. The prices have been a selling point to the experience at the stadium, even with the incredible technology, fans are embracing the hospitable environment that has been created by encouraging people to attend sporting games and arrive early to get the most out of the experience being provided.

Image (ESPN, 2018).

The emergence of technology enhancing the experience of fans is ultimately seen through the addition of the halo screen that allows fans to be more engaged and participative in the viewing of sports than ever before. It provides a different angle that means no one misses a thing, making it an inclusive point of its design. Same can be said with the retractable roof as it makes the stadium fit to hold events under any weather circumstance comfortably. This accommodates players as well as it provides the safety net of knowing what elements they will be playing in and how to adapt to them depending on how the roof is. The stadium fundamentally caters to each type of sport fan and allows for an experience that is unique to that venue in aspects across the technology, media and service offered.

References

ESPN. (2018). How Mercedes Benz Stadium is Changing the Game. In Samford University. https://www.samford.edu/sports-analytics/fans/2018/How-Mercedes-Benz-Stadium-is-Changing-the-Game

Mercedes Benz Stadium. (2023). Technology and Video Displays. Mercedes Benz Stadium. https://mercedesbenzstadium.com/technology-video-displays/

Meyer, M. E., Frizzi, R. P., & Sykes, D. (2021). Mercedes-Benz Stadium and Its Unique Camera Aperture-style Retractable Roof. GEOSTRATA Magazine, 25(5), 40–47. https://doi.org/10.1061/geosek.0000372

Shields, B., & Rein, I. (2020). Strategies to Reimagine the Stadium Experience. 21st Century Sports, 233–248. https://doi.org/10.1007/978-3-030-50801-2_14

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Whaam! by Roy Lichtenstein

1. My name is Faith Henry and I am from Atlanta, GA. I am a flute player and this year I am the drum major for my marching band. 

2. The artwork I was assigned is Whaam! by Roy Lichtenstein. (Oil on canvas; 5’7” x 13’4”)

Roy can play both the clarinet and piano and was even in a jazz band.

He was the first to invent a "rotating easel" so he could paint better from different angles.

He said "the subjects in my paintings don't hold my interest." He often paints upside down to make it more interesting.

Roy painted Whaam! because he said he likes to transform the meaning of comics.

The painting sold for $44.8 million.

3. The painting stayed the same for me when I looked at it the first time and after I researched it. This is the first time I have been exposed to Lichtenstein's work. I really enjoyed trying to find the meaning of the painting that he changed from something he saw in a comic. I tried to imagine what that comic was and how he was able to transform it. 

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Random Personal Rant

For anyone somehow here not from the original thread, this started off me getting asked what finishing school is and me getting shit off my chest that is only mildly relevant about how I could both be of the social class that gets sent to finishing school and grows up on welfare.

With an understanding that in many parts of the world it wouldn't qualify as so, as far as the US goes, my dad is from what counts as a very old money family from Baltimore & Philadelphia. Both his siblings went to college and one now owns a major hedge fund, and his sister is married to a C-level executive at a huge conglomerate. His parents went to college. His grandparents went to college. All eight of his great grandparents went to college. My dad...did not go to college. He was not about that life, and while I don't mean it as an insult, when I say his primary occupation until I was ~5 was a drummer in a mediocre band I mean that he opened for a lot of great acts, and if you lived in the Boston to Atlanta area in the 80s you may have heard him play, but he was never a huge national name. But he wasn't an amateur band playing for free at some random local gig either.

My mom grew up on a chicken farm in a Mennonite family in Pennsylvania but also completely rejected her heritage and became a model, sort of like my father, of mediocre status. Not Giselle Bundchen, but had national contracts and if you have a Graco ad/box from 1990-1993 you might see both me and her on it. They met because my mom's friends placed bets, one each, on who could sleep with a member of their favorite local band first and my mom picked my dad and...my mom was actually supposed to go be a model in Tokyo and found out she was pregnant with me and couldn't go 😂

So, after my parents had two kids back to back with a third on the way and determined they needed lifestyles more in line with having three children, they became much poorer than they originally were because my mom stopped working and my dad, with a barely-passed-high-school education but needing a true "day job" worked day labor in construction. My dad's father was too proud to give us money/help if my dad didn't beg for it; despite having eventually four young children my dad never did so we ended up on all the state assistance programs one could imagine. My grandma jokes that dinners at my parents house were BYOC - bring your own chair, because we didn't own any.

My mother and paternal grandmother had no such pride issues and I live in eternal gratitude that my welfare childhood was not as crappy as it should have been because my grandmother would have my mom accompany her on grocery runs and buy us food without my father or grandfather knowing, and every Christmas and birthday my grandparents/godparents could give us the one big ticket gift all the kids wanted that year. But, on the other side, I once got stung by a bee inside my mouth because my brother threw a hairbrush through a cracked window at me and broke it and we couldn't afford to fix it for about two years and a hornet got in one day and rested himself in my coke can (my parents were the very American type that fed me coca-cola in baby bottles at age 8 when I was jealous of my younger siblings lol).

It is hard not to believe in "toxic masculinity" when two men warring over dumbass pride issues would rather their children/grandchildren go without food than suck it up and decide 'help' isn't the worst word in the English language, and you know you've only been saved by two women who came from totally different backgrounds and entirely disapproved of each other but reached out the hand to shake when it came down to toddlers getting the short end of the don't-bend-the-knee stick. It wasn't that either of the men were bad people, I loved them both and got along great with both, but on a societal level I feel they were socialized in a very fucked up way if that was the end result, as both claimed "male pride" in these instances [my dad took multiple thousands of dollars I'd saved from working during college from me during the 2008-2010 financial crisis and didn't tell me and that was the reason I was given for why I hadn't been informed/asked, because it would be too emotionally difficult for an adult man to ask a young woman. My graduation present was them repaying me 1/3 of the money they'd taken from me without asking because I'd like, trusted them when it had been in a joint account that was a holdover from when I was <18 and couldn't have my own bank account].

While in some ways my parents on the surface achieved the American dream of going from nothing to a bunch of money, the real factor in play was that my dad's father was the bank. My parents had no credit and couldn't get real loans. My dad worked construction and during the two major periods that flipping houses was very lucrative, he never had to get an actual loan or pay actual interest, he just had to ask his father to pay out cash and then repay him at a flat 2% interest rate that didn't even accrue over time, just...whenever you are ready, repay the value of the loan + 2%. Because my father was doing something productive, in these instances, my grandfather was happy to pay, because it wasn't giving away money, it was loaning it. I had a very weird situation of mostly being poor but like also getting taken to the "big donors" events at the Kennedy Center and my grandparents regularly buying me a dress as a child worth more than my mom's wedding dress and also needing to pretend I fit in with these people.

And look. When I say "these people"...honestly, by and large, most wealthy people, whether inherited or not, are not the assholes you want to imagine. Most of them are extremely nice. Most of them are generous when it comes to the less fortunate who are in their personal sphere of being. Most of them are just really out of touch. The 100% kindest of all of them that I know once relayed to me that she thought people would be happier if once a year they did what she did...go to the airport with a purse packed full of absolute necessities, buy a one way ticket to the most appealing destination on the flight board, buy your clothes and book your accommodations after you'd arrived, and come back after you felt you'd 'centered' yourself. She didn't understand why there were so many unhappy people who weren't taking this very obvious route to being happier. I didn't quite know how to explain that saying "most" people couldn't afford to do that either financially or from a job/career angle didn't even cover it, as "most" sounds like 70% instead of 99.7%.

I was both my parents eldest son and eldest daughter in the worst combination possible. I was the eldest son because I was the most stereotypically male of all my siblings, in everything from desire to physically fight the battles I was given to dislike of shopping/fashion to lack of emotional connection to my relationships, so I can now fix your average household plumbing/drywall/electrical issue better than most "city" guys I interact with and remain less clingy to them in the process. I was also very much the oldest daughter from a responsibility perspective, I managed our household and from age 10 - 24 managed the finances of our family business, my mom almost died giving birth to my youngest brother after a ruptured uterus that should never have happened in the first place if we had adequate insurance to get her a non-emergency C-section (I was just past 9 years old at the time) and I was informally withdrawn from school for two years to take care of the family when she couldn't because there is no paid parental leave in the US and we got double-fucked by the medical industry because she got a bad "mesh" put in and then had to have a further surgery to repair that which we also had to pay for and didn't have the money to win a lawsuit over.

I don't know quite how to put this, but in the deepest fuck you of the universe, my rich-immigrant-ggggg grandfather's money led to him owning banks, insurance companies, etc, and the family cashed out in a big way when their ownership was bought by and merged with what is now Cigna, one of the biggest US healthcare insurers, and my nuclear family specifically got screwed by the American health insurance industry, but anyway, we were the people selected for that karmic comeuppance so if you want to feel schadenfreude at my expense, I'll allow it without begrudging the sentiment, my family might have fucked up your family’s life too, not just their own.

I got up twice a night to feed my brother because my dad had to sleep unmolested in my room to get to work and my mom was too weak to carry my brother or even hold him against her while she nursed so I had to hold him up to her. Adjusting to living in a city and hearing lots of random noises all the time was not easy when I'd had mom sound instincts from age 9.

I learned to drive the fall my youngest bro was born because my mom couldn't and I had to get my middle brother to preschool and go the grocery store on my own. While I hold absolutely no ill will towards my father or grandfather for this and given that about 1/3 of my paternal family either has an autism diagnosis or should, I fully feel the struggles they both went through to be communicated with, my father wouldn't ask for help, and my grandmother that lived 20 minutes away couldn't give enough help because my grandfather refused to do a single dish on his own as that was outside their "marriage contract" type agreement and she couldn't ever stay with us overnight when there wasn't a clearly-communicated need, so they let the burden fall on a 9 - 11 year old child and that really shaped a lot of my life in both good and bad ways. My youngest brother is 22, and we have only just climbed out of the medical debt his birth left us with between my dad's life insurance and my oldest brother and I paying for the extra cost of out-of-state college tuition.

The irony of all of this is that because my father died before his father, when my grandmother dies, my siblings and I will all inherit enough money (as a non-blood relative my mom, despite keeping her vows to part at death and not having remarried in eight years, is cut out entirely) to make this a non-issue, but my grandfather couldn't conscience spotting his unluckiest child some money in the end of days to pay for my youngest two brothers' education and take that worry off my father as he was dying. The day before he died I had to hold him down in bed to keep him from trying to climb in his truck to go to work because he was so anxious about trying to provide for us in spite of his father having fuck you money, because his father didn't think it was fair to the other siblings (who, at the time, still owned a major hedge fund and were married to a C-level executive of a huge conglomerate). A day and a half later I went back to my job because at the time I was then the sole provider for the family and didn't want to risk asking for the standard week's bereavement leave when I knew I was capable of showing up at work the next day and was fresh out of college so hadn't built up a reputation yet.

My father worked the day each of us was born, so I suppose it is only fair and he smiled at the choice. In spite of what it may seem, I gave a baller and very heartfelt speech at his funeral to all his rich friends that over and above everything, he'd taught us how to be happy with our own lives no matter what, and multiple of them emailed my mom in the aftermath to say they'd reassessed their relationship with their children in light of it, although...tbh I kind of doubt that lasted and they probably changed nothing 😅. The last good talk I had with him, two weeks before he died [his liver was going and it sent toxins to his brain that de-personed him after that and he no longer recognized me as his daughter, but as his sister], I reassured him that though we would all be sad he'd gone, we'd live on just fine without him because that's how he'd raised us, and according to my mom that was what gave him the final bit of peace he needed. Although honestly, I don't think I will ever see the strength in another human again that it took my grandmother to sit next to him and stroke his hand and tell him to close his eyes and imagine he was happy on a beach and die, for God's sake, because he was unaware and in pain and just prolonging it for our sake by then.

That type of obsession my grandfather had with assessing his children and grandchildren on the basis of economic productivity and a very black and white idea of "fair" is one you don't easily forget, I promise you. My hedge fund uncle is currently positioning himself to screw us out of our inheritance because of janky writing in the will and I'm doing my fuck all best to gain the wherewithal to go toe-to-toe with this cold motherfucker in court as the oldest and representative member of my happily much nicer and softer younger brothers who I want to remain that way not because I even care that much about the money, I know what bills affect your credit first and what you can put off paying and all of us have good enough career prospects to do our own thing, but just because I want to give the middle finger to a man that was a multi-millionaire and drew lines on his milk and orange juice bottles when I came over so he knew if I drank what my parents couldn't afford when I was approximately six. Anyway, ask me why I support major reforms in wealth taxation. I don't care who it goes to, just not that guy, you feel?

Having expendable income was very exciting for a bit after I started working but once I got to the hateable point of assessing my annual bonus and internally complaining that I'd spent the money I should have spent on a Sauternes cellar to drop five digits on bedset materials (to be fair they are drop dead gorgeous, very comfy and the factory pays a living wage for people to handmake the sheets/duvets/pillows to people in San Francisco, which is not cheap, so maybe I did more good than harm with that), I two seconds later nodded to myself and went "the government needs to confiscate more money from me". The narrative is always that the "undeserving" will use it for dumb things they don't need like iPhones or refrigerators...?...but like...I could also have gone to Bed Bath and Beyond and bought a very nice sheet/comforter set for at most a tenth of what I paid so am I really spending it responsibly either....?....who is going to get more joy out of this misspent money....?....not me, that is for sure, I probably would have had more fun going to BBB and laying on all the demo beds and buying something there.

My lifelong dream, which may become possible if/when I do have something of an inheritance, is to provide food security for one of the many towns in the US were most residents don't have it. It's the thing I remember the most distinctly over the years. I never could quite believe it when I got to the point that I could just...pay to eat at a restaurant. One of the most disappointed my mother has ever been in me is when I was twenty five and confessed I actually had no idea how much a gallon of milk cost in a city grocery store besides that it was probably between $1 and $5, because I didn't have to know. For now I make a weekly drop off of my excess produce to a mom group I met under somewhat weird circumstances but I was walking through the cut-through that went through the low-income housing back to my apartment at like 2 AM on a Saturday and these moms were out there partying and smoking weed with their kids all strapped in strollers around or the older ones watched by a rotating member of the group and I felt very safe and like these moms had a very good vibe of both living their own lives [seriously for mental health parents but in most cases specifically mothers need to be able to keep up relationships with people their age] but keeping their children safe and accounted for while doing so and trying their fuckin' best against all the odds to figure out how to make that happen when life had dealt them a shit hand.

...anyway, looping way back to the original question of what finishing school is, when I was almost done with middle school my dad had built a legit construction business that then very quickly took off because we lived in a commutable zip code to the now-rich-in-their-own-right people he went to high school with who trusted him to redo their homes. We eventually moved to that zip code but I stayed and commuted back to my old high school. But, i was a pretty wild kid which my father appreciated for a long while because I would follow him around on jobs and enjoy doing physical labor, but once I was mid-puberty and also he had to maybe show me to his high school friends that did not fly.

I snapped - not broke, snapped - my left thumb and my parents had to trap me like a wild animal to get me to go the hospital. Then I got a deep cut that partially injured a tendon in my leg and at eleven I tried to beat the shit out of my dad to prevent him from picking me up to strap me in the car and go to the hopsital. Next I got a deep splinter due to my eternal-barefoot tendencies and it wouldn't come out so got infected and I refused to go to the doctor [another weird back story but I was minorly sexually assaulted [[to be clear, not raped or anything big traumatic]] when I was eight and had to stay in hospital for a week and my parents couldn't be with me all the time so I have a permanent heebie-jeebie about going to the hospital, not true anxiety, I will go if I know I need to and I don't breathe heavy or anything, and I'm actually not permanently weirded out by sex or anything, just doctors in hospitals specifically I kind of unconsciously try to justify not needing to the extent I can rationalize it] and my dad was tired of my antics so he was like "fine if you don't go I will slice your foot in half with a Swiss Army knife to get it out" and I called his bluff and laid down on the floor, stuck my foot on his lap, and he didn't really know what to do when a barely fourteen year old girl called his bluff so my brothers watched in fascinated but horrified awe as I got my foot sliced open spectacularly so that the infection/splinter could come out and I didn't even make a sound out of spite despite it being quite painful to my recollection almost twenty years later.

They saw me cry from pain exactly one time when while trying to break up a fight between all three of them (it was over ice cream) I got pushed and my ankle got dislocated and what actually made me cry was snapping it back in place and they realized it was not a joke. These dumb assholes that I love have ragged on me for "skipping" chores the day after I was in the hospital because the day before that I had to spend 18 hours running Thanksgiving as a good sub-hostess like I didn't have a serious infection that needed treating and couldn't rest because none of them were up to any task beyond peeling potatoes.

After the Swiss Army knife incident, my dad's discussion of sending me to finishing school became real, which I knew when my mom made me take a walk with her and talked about it. Finishing school is like...etiquette school....? In ye olden day when finishing high school was not the norm for anyone, wealthy men finished high school and wealthy women often went to "finishing" school to have a combined education on being a proper lady but also being able to hold a decent conversation with your presumably-educated husband, so it wasn't entirely etiquette non-academic. It was more just like "what a rich man wants in a wife" school, which was sort of household management and knowing enough about cleaning/cooking to correct the staff if they fucked up, how to be a polite hostess, and how to not entirely bore him when you were alone together and had done your five minutes of sex or whatever so actually had to have a conversation. In modern times it has obviously expanded to be less bleak.

I said miss me with that, I can be a girl on my own, so I went full throttle into the girliest sport they offer in high school and ever since have gained the inestimable advantage of knowing how to also use femininity to my advantage, which I am very grateful to my parents for making me learn. It would be great if we lived in a world where that didn't count, but it did/still does, and they really set me up to operate in all the worlds.

It is weird for me to tell the story to Internet strangers because it's one of those things that makes your parents sound terrible and abusive in the general tone of the Internet nowadays, and while I support gender nonconforming children I don't remember my childhood or parents that way. But, I feel like the bits and pieces of my life I've given don't always make a ton of sense together without the context, so here it is, and in the end, I think a number of parts of it are areas where you can probably understand where it makes me have the opinions I do when I write.

Anyhoo, this makes my life sound far worse than it is, I actually have a great life and I am not unhappy with it at all and feel I was on the whole blessed with many more turns of luck than unluck, so, please, do not take this as a depressed artist rant, it is more like a rant of a very energetic person who rants about a lot of things all the time and didn’t need to come out but just did because the question was asked and the time was right with my life being in a bit of flux to think about how I got where I am and where I want to go and why.

Always remember no matter what problems it seems like I have, if I didn’t solve them on my 2 year round the world traveling hiatus I took from working, it’s my own fault, I definitely had the time and money to solve them and just chose not to.

[weregonnaneedmorewhiskey]

Covet

Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4

Chapter 5: “San Francisco Nights”

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Warning: Strong Language

Songs for this chapter:

Westside- Ariana Grande

Loooooove Song- Rihanna ft Future

April 9th- 8:30pm

Karla

“I can’t believe I’m doing this again. I’m on a date with this guy again. Why did I let Adrienne convince me to go?! Maybe I should just get a cab and go home and he’ll never know I showed up to the hotel. What am I saying?! Of course he’ll find out, this guy found out which building I live in and paid my rent. Let me just go to the front desk and find out if he’s in his room”

Walking into the lobby of the hotel, I take a close look at the marble floors and bask in the beauty of my surroundings. If the Miami pool party felt like something out of a music video, then walking into the St Regis felt like I had just walked into a scene from Ocean’s 11.

“Welcome to the St Regis, how can help you?” The upbeat receptionist greets me. His name tag says his name is Edward. Looks middle aged and has a few greys hairs in his dark hair.

“Hi, I’m meeting someone at this hotel and could you let them know I have arrived and waiting for them in the lobby?” I ask him

“Sure. What’s the name of the guest?” He asks.

“James Brookes”

“And your name Miss? So I can let him know who’s waiting?” Edward informs me.

“Karla” Maybe I should have said my last name too. Oh who I am kidding, he’s gonna know it’s me, he’s the one that wanted to see me in the first place.

I take a quick look in the mirror whilst Edward the receptionist makes a call to his room. There I was. Slick back ponytail, black satin shirt slightly opened, leather pants and some strappy heels. Not exactly an outfit I’d typically wear but Adrienne decided to chose my outfit for tonight.

“Yes good evening Mr Brookes, I am just calling your room to inform you that Miss Karla is waiting for you in the lobby. Ok then. You’re welcome” Edward ends his brief phone call.

Suddenly, a bunch of butterflies enter my stomach and I feel...nervous. It’s not like I really liked James that much. Sure, he was attractive and intelligent but I don’t know if I’m interested in that way. Also that rent thing I still think is super weird.

“Karla” There it was once again, that baritone voice. The first thing I notice was the bed of curls on his head. In comparison to his slick back look in Miami, the curls made him look slightly younger, more boyish. The blazer, crisp white button down shirt dress pants and Louboutin loafers made him look like a GQ model.

“Hi James, so where are we going” I ask him

“Well there’s a pretty nice bar here so I was thinking we could stay in the hotel?” He suggests.

As soon as I heard the words “stay in the hotel” I immediately raise an eyebrow. Does he think he can fly out here just to fuck me?!

“I’m not trying to get your in bed, I just want to get a drink and enjoy your company” He breaks my train of thoughts. It’s almost like he knew what I was thinking. He goes to link his arms in mine and we walk towards the hotel bar.

“Well then, I’m assuming you’re paying for drinks since you have no problem paying several months of a woman you slept with once’s rent” I joke

“You’d be correct to assume correctly. How are you?”

“I’m good. How are finding San Francisco?” I ask him

“Good, I think it’s gonna get better though” He says. We find a couple seats at the bar and I couldn’t help but notice that his dress pants was well tailored especially around his ass but I’m looking respectfully.

“Well...aren’t you optimistic? I’ll have a glass of some very expensive merlot since you’re paying” Normally I wouldn't be so bold but fuck it, let me have some fun.

“Great. I'll order a bottle so I can have the same. How you been?” He asks and he actually sounds like he’s interested.

“I’ve been good actually. I didn't have a seminar today so I just sent out a few applications to some galleries. Thought I'd get a head-start on the job front you know?” 

A woman walks towards our table and I'm assuming she’s the waitress due to her all black uniform and apron or she just likes to dress like that.

“What can I get you two tonight?” She asks. She eyes Wyatt up and down like a predator eyes its prey and bats her lashes. How cliche. Might as well ask him if he’d like his dick sucked too. 

“Yes, I'd like a bottle of your most expensive merlot please” He barely looks at her and I can tell she’s bothered by that but instead she maintains her perky attitude and says...

“Fabolous, I'll be right back with that, Sir”. As she walks away, she sends a wink in his direction but still, he doesn’t look to catch this. Maybe he does like me...or just doesn’t care for that waitress.

“Which galleries are you looking to work at?” Once again, James baritone voice interrupts my inner monologue.

“Different studios. Some in the Bay Area, some in LA, some in New York, some in Atlanta. I don't like limiting my options. I want as many as I can get” I explain. 

“I have a couple art buyer friends that are looking for assistants if you're wanting to further expand your options” Once again, he just says that oh so casually like it’s normal.

“Is there anyone you don't know James or is that just the life of working in marketing?” 

“What can I say, Karla? I'm a sociable person. That’s all. I like making friends” He explains. I guess with a job like his, you would have to be a social person...or at least persuasive.

“Here is your bottle Sir. That will be $180. Would like to pay cash or card?” The perky waitress returns, still trying to flirt.

“Just charge it to my room. I'm staying in room 520″

“Will do, Sir” The perky facade melts away and you can see her disappointment that he still didn't notice her. 

He opens the bottle and pour two glasses with a concentrated expression on his face, tilting the glass at a 90 degree angle.

“For you. Here’s to...” He passes the glass to me. 

“Making new friends” I finish the sentence. 

Clinking our glasses, I take a sip of the merlot. I let the fruity taste dance on my tongue and reunite with that familiar burn in my veins that clouds my judgement. 

“So how long are you in town again?” I ask him

“Four days” He reminds me.

“There’s an opening at this gallery I did an internship at. I’m going to it tomorrow night” 

A smirk comes across his face upon hearing this information. “Are you asking me on a date?”

I shouldn't find that smirk sexy but I can't help. He's not even trying. Not that he has to try.

“Yes” On our first date, he very much had the power and tonight, the power was mine.

“What time?” 

Author’s Note: Ok, I’m the worst when it comes to update but writing this chapter got me so excited for where this story goes. Please let me know in the comments, DM or an Ask if you want to be tagged in future chapters

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--bang chan--

words - 4.5k

warnings - phone sex, mutual masturbation, hints of D/s, slight angst, bunch of fluffy and sassy couple talk

note - i had to reupload cause apparently trying to fix the warnings on my phone fucked everything up, but here you guys go!

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You stared at your phone screen, completely entranced by the Instagram video in front of you. It wasn’t anything too crazy, just a short video of your boyfriend Chan during the fan chant video for Levanter. You had watched the video earlier when it had first released, and here you were watching it again for the thousandth time. Between his hair, the eyebrow slit, and just that fucking face… he just looked so good. 

“Hellooo…? G’day, mate!” 

Wincing, you jerked your head back into your pillow in shock as you heard Chan’s voice loudly in your ear. “What the hell was that for?”

“I called your name like five times. You kind of zoned out on me. Is everything okay? if you need to go to bed, you can. You don’t have to stay up to talk to me, you know.”

“Uhm... to be completely honest, I got distracted,” you answered as you rolled onto your left side. Making sure the blankets didn’t twist as you continued to lie in bed staring at your phone, you snuggled into your mattress. 

Chan gasped dramatically, making you roll your eyes in fondness. “How dare you? And here I was telling you an amazing story.”

“Oh?” Your eyebrows rose. “What kind of story?”

“Mhm. May I ask what got you so distracted?”

Fixing your headphones that had gotten tangled when you turned on your side, you made a sound in your throat as if you were thinking about it. “I mean I guess, but you have to be cool about it.”

Chan’s voice went from teasing to curious. “Cool in what way?”

“Well…” You watched the video of him one more time before smiling wickedly. “I found myself distracted by this really hot guy I found on Insta.”

You could practically hear the badly hidden jealousy in his voice, and you took a moment to relish in it. “Oh? ...What’s his name?”

“I think his name is Bang Chan? I don’t know,” you teased as your smile softened. “I think he’s in some kind of kpop group. They recently posted a video on YouTube of a fan chant? I don’t know what those are or even what they’re saying, but this Chan Bang guy really just looks hot as hell. His hair is tousled and kind of off of his forehead, and that one prominent dimple when he smiles? Mmmmm,” you fake a whiny groan. “And that eyebrow slit? Fuck.”

A slight sound on his end was heard after your fake whine, and you smirked while watching the video again. A hint of warmth caused a short throb in your clit, and you remembered just how sexy he could be when jealous. “There’s just something about him that’s so attractive. I would totally leave you for him to be quite honest.”

He chuckled. “You don’t say.”

“Oh, yeah. ...Hey! You live in Korea, he lives in Korea; do you think there’s any way that you can get me his number?”

You knew he was probably rolling his eyes at you at this point. If you didn’t know any better, you also thought that he was most likely blushing from the compliments. The two of you had known each other for so long that you practically knew him better than he knew himself, even though he lived a 20 hour plane ride away. 

“Yes,” he replied back with a hint of sarcasm. “Let me totally get my manager to contact his manager, and I will one hundred percent be behind you leaving me, your long-term boyfriend of three years, so you can date this ‘Chan Bang’ dude.”

“Thanks, babe! Who knows, maybe I’ll let you watch us have sex for funsies.”

“I can’t wait,” he deadpanned. “Oh! That reminds me actually. Did you ask off for the tour? Hopefully I can see you at least once since I’m coming to Miami and you live in Orlando now. That’s only what, five hours?”

“In good traffic, yeah,” you agreed. Narrowing your eyes in confusion for a moment, you chuckled quietly. “How did me talking about sex remind you of the tour?”

Chan jokingly scoffed, earning a judgy face from you. “Because it’s been six months since I’ve last physically saw you in front of me, and I’m horny as hell and want to have amazing sex with my precious girlfriend who I love deeply.”

You felt a blush erupt onto your cheeks from his words. After taking a moment to calm down, you winced, and hoped he wouldn’t be able to tell that you were going to lie to him. “Uhm, well… that’s the thing? I don’t think I’ll be able to make it.”

It became quiet on his end, and while you knew you were actually going to be there for most of the tour because your manager understood the situation and allowed you the time off, you still wanted to try and surprise him. You were going to be able to be with him for weeks, and even share a room with him, and you wanted to personally see the smile on his face when you told him so. The silence from him though told you how much this lie hurt him, and it brought an anxiety pain to your chest. It’ll all be worth it when I surprise him in Atlanta. I just have to keep telling myself that. His reaction will be worth it. 

“Really?” He finally asked quietly with a hint of raspiness in his voice. “I thought you said that your GM could most likely give it to you? You said since the tickets and everything were gonna be paid for, that you just needed the time off since you have your savings from the money I send you.”

“Yeah, I still wish you’d stop sending me money-”

“-I’d spend it on you regardless, even if you actually lived here-”

“-and I thought he’d let me, but since I just recently got promoted to being a manager, it’s a little harder than I thought. You know how Disney property is… the tourist season never ends.” You heard Chan sniffle, almost making you want to give in and apologize. Just knowing that you were hurting him even if you were making it up to him later made this hurt you way more than you expected. “Baby, please.”

“But you don’t work for Disney, you’re third party, so you said it was easier to ask off.” He sniffled again before clearing his throat. “LIke I know that I kind of signed up for this when we decided to go out and were finally able to but wow, this really sucks. Why don’t you seem more upset by this? It means it’ll be almost a full year before the next time we can see each other again in person, and not over FaceTime or just talking on the phone.”

You felt tears sting your eyes at the reminder of the distance, making you bite the inside of your cheek as you attempted to hold them back. “Trust me,” your voice cracked a little bit without meaning to. “I am upset, I just didn’t want to let you know how much.”

He sniffled loudly at the slight whine in your voice, and you heard things shuffling in the background as if he was wiping his eyes. “This is definitely not how I intended this phone call to go.”

“I know, Chan. I’m so sorry. ...How did you intend it to go?”

“Well,” he cleared his throat a few times as if he was trying to return to the earlier moment. “I was trying to tell the story about my last trip to the gym so I could hopefully turn this into phone sex, but now…”

“Oo, you know how much I love gym stories.”

Chan snickered quietly, making you smile, and you slowly felt the grief from before lifting. “I know, that’s why I was surprised when you said you got distracted, but now knowing that it was because of a video of me and that it was turning you on…?”

“If you’re still down for it, I’m totally into turning this back into a phone sex call. It’s been a minute, and to be honest, all of these videos of you have been teasing me. Plus those new pics and vids of you as an airline captain? Fuck, Chan.”

“I miss you so much and I’m always so fucking horny; I’m always down, baby girl.”

The warmth from earlier returned to your crotch, making you bite your lip as you rolled onto your back and let your left hand roam down to your breast. “I actually prepared a surprise for you to make up for not being able to go on tour. I’m not sure if you can handle it.”

He groaned. “What kind of surprise?”

“How much time do you have before you need to go? And are you in a ‘not safe for work or the kids’ space?”

“Mmm…” He was quiet for a second, probably checking his schedule. “It’s 3:37P now, and we were gonna have dinner before getting everything prepared for Inkigayo so… an hour? And the boys are in different places. The only one home is Hannie-ah, and his room is on the other side of the house. Plus my door is locked, so even if my roomies came home, I’m pretty sure that after years of living with me they know that if I’m on the phone it’s most likely with you, and they know to most likely stay away.”

Your nipple had become hard underneath your shirt from your teasing. You pinched it which made you release a small groan as he finished speaking.

“Baby girl,” he growled. “What’s the surprise? You better show me before you touch yourself. You know the rules. You can only touch yourself when I tell you to when we’re on the phone.”

“Sorry, sir… it’s been so long since you’ve last punished me that my hands have grown bold.”

“I’ll make sure to remind you when I see you next.”

“Please do,” you purred.

Releasing your breast, you quickly went to the Kakaotalk app where you and Chan texted each other daily, and sent him a teasing picture of your newly bought black lingerie. There were multiple pictures that you took of yourself modeling in them, and the one you chose just showed you in one of his oversized black shirts that reached your upper thigh. You wore stockings with garters that were just barely visible, and you knew those alone would make him instantly harden since stockings with garters were his favorite. The sexy pose was simple; just you standing in front of your full-length mirror in your bedroom with a hand lifting the shirt slightly above your left thigh, up towards your hip. Your left leg was bent and you faced the mirror at an angle, that way he could see a hint of your wonderful ass from the side. 

You heard when he received it; the gasp he let out turning into a gravely moan.

“Is that my shirt?”

“Mhm.”

“And what looks like new lingerie too?”

“Bought just for you.”

You heard shuffling on his end of the line again, and noticed his breath had started to pick up. “My dear Chanstopher, are you touching yourself from just the first picture?”

“There’s more?” He sounded slightly scandalized, making you hold back a giggle.

“Of course, silly. There’s an entire ensemble that I modeled with. I had to make sure you got to see all of it,” you teased, making sure to use a slight French accent on the word ‘ensemble’.

“May I see the rest of it?”

You tsked him. “A Dom begging? So unbecoming.”

“You are walking a very fine line, baby,” he growled. God, I love it when he does that!

“I guess since you asked so nicely, I can send you another one. If you were already touching yourself before, just wait for this next one.”

Going through the photos, you chose the one where you’re sitting on the bed in front of the same mirror with your legs drawn wide, using that same hand from earlier to lift the shirt up to right below your chest. What was really going to kill him was the sight of the pink app controlled vibrator sticking out of your black lacy underwear, and the resounding moan that released from his lips when he received it made your clit start to throb incessantly.

“You were wet at just the thought of me seeing these, yeah?” His voice sounded shaky, and you swore that you heard his hand gripping his cock solely based off of the timbre of his voice. 

“I’m always wet when I think of you, Sir.”

“You being a good girl?”

Biting your lip, you nod as if he can see you as you grip the sheets with your left hand. Returning back to his rules; you laid your phone down on your bed beside you as you waited for him. The only thing that existed in your brain now was Chan and whatever he had in store for you. “Yes, Sir, I’m being a good girl. I always want to be your good girl.”

“Go grab that vibrator from the picture.”

You took in a shaky breath at his command as you squeezed your thighs together, giving yourself a hint of pleasure. “But you’re not here to control it,” you whined.

“No, I’m not, but you’re going to follow my commands, yeah, baby girl?”

“Yes, Sir,” you whispered breathlessly.

Flipping the covers open, you feel the sting of the cold air that you and your roommates normally kept the apartment at hit your skin, causing goosebumps as you left your phone and headphones behind. Your room was normally colder than the others because you had the master and it had the most outer walls compared to the other rooms, making it super cold even in December in Florida. Normally you liked it, but right now, with how heated your skin had become, it felt like a mild punishment from him. He calls me baby girl and suddenly I become a dripping wet human furnace. 

Walking into your bathroom, you opened the drawer connected to your sink that housed your toys and pulled out the required pink vibrator. You hastily went back to your bed, dying to be under the covers. Putting the headphones back in your ear, you got comfortable and held the vibrator on top of your stomach. “I have it, Chan.”

“What’re you wearing?”

“Uhm,” your eyebrows kit together in confusion, having expected a command. “I’m actually wearing the same shirt in the picture. It’s my go to for bed. All of your shirts are.”

“And your underwear?” He asked.

“The blue boy shorts you saw the last time you visited.”

“Mm, I just want to set the picture so I can help myself along. Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Sir, but can I know what you’re wearing too?”

“I’m wearing my black Dolls hoodie and my black sweatpants.”

“Such an emo baby,” you quipped with a soft smile.

“Emo for you.”

The two of you laughed at his corniness, and when you both finally calmed down, he asked if you’re ready again. You told him you were, and you heard some movement on his end of the line, making you wait patiently for him as he most likely got comfortable.

“All right, my love. I want you to lift your shirt as high as you did in that last picture, and then I want you to turn the vibrator on the lowest setting.”

You do as you’re told, turning the vibrator on through the phone app. You briefly wondered what he was going to have you do tonight, and you loved the anticipation of it all. “I did it.”

“Good girl,” he rumbled nearly an octave lower than his normal voice. The praise and the sound of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. You wanted to hear more of it. “Now I want you to lightly run the vibrator up and down your exposed stomach. Imagine I’m there above you, doing it as I suck on your earlobe.”

Your breathing started to pick up as you followed through, and the small vibration on your abs increased the warmth in your nether region.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes, sir. Can I ask what you’re doing on your end?”

“Of course, baby girl. Seeing those pictures got me hard, and I’m rubbing myself over my sweats as I picture you following my commands, dressed in my shirt,” he answered. 

His love of you wearing his clothes was overly apparent, and it filled you with a sense of joy, knowing you pleased him. 

“Do you like the pictures?”

“I love them. You are… breathtakingly gorgeous and sexy.” Chan groaned loudly, making your clit throb harder as you wished the vibrator could move lower. As if hearing your inner wish, Chan spoke again, “Now I want you to move the toy down to your pussy, over your underwear. Let it trace around your folds, but you are not allowed to touch your clit or slit. Follow my lead, baby.”

Whining loudly, your hand moved the vibrator as you opened your legs as wide as possible, and the second it touched your folds, you had to stop yourself from going straight to the source of your pleasure. You waited for what came next, knowing that by ‘following his lead’ it meant doing what he said he’d do, therefore helping you imagine him actually being there. 

“I’m right there with you, moving the toy above your clit but not touching it as I slowly grind into your thigh. My mouth is working down your neck, having just reached the edge of my shirt. Moving my other hand, I lift the shirt further up, and the second your breasts are free I have your nipple between my teeth…”

“Chan—“ your chest started heaving as you tried to breathe. The mental visual of him being there, doing what your hands were doing was already messing with you. It had been so long since you had actually touched yourself, and even longer since you both were able to have enough time for phone sex that you were already lost. Your right hand continued moving the toy over your folds, while your left tugged lightly on your nipple. “Please, sir.”

“Sucking your nipple into my mouth,” he continued with a slight growl to his voice, “I move the toy down to your slit, still over the underwear. You buck your hips, making me press mine harder into your thigh, and as punishment for moving when I didn’t tell you to, I bite the skin of your breast, just hard enough for you to know I’m displeased. You can feel all seven inches of my dick on your thigh, and knowing it’s so close to your cunt, you moan into my ear.”

You followed through with everything he was saying, and when he said you moaned, you actually did as the vibrator seemed to barely touch you just below your clit. Just imagining that his perfect cock was right there, touching you, made you salivate, forcing you to bite your lip as hard as possible. It’s been so long since I’ve had him in my mouth. God, I miss it!

Chan seemed to moan along with you. Hearing his beautiful voice fill your ears caused your core to clench, making you whimper. 

“Your moan caused my cock to throb so hard, baby. Imagining I’m with you feels so good. Do you feel it too?” He panted quietly. 

“Yes, Sir—please, can I move the vibrator?”

“Yes, but you don’t get to touch your clit. I want you to put it into your underwear and to trace along your slit.”

Doing so caused your body to spasm slightly, and you felt your hips shake against the stimulation. 

“Now I want you to turn the vibrator up to half power.”

“Chan! I’m so primed already—“

“Do as I say, my love.”

You groaned in frustration and removed your left hand from your breast. Grabbing your phone, you turned the vibrator up to half power, and the second it increased against you, you gasped loudly as your body spasmed a bit. 

“Put it in, baby girl. Just like the picture.”

At this point you were panting through your nose, trying to make sure that if your roommates were somehow awake and out in the living room at nearly two in the morning, they wouldn’t be able to fully hear you. You were practically whimpering near constantly when you put it in, the toy setting your body aflame as it buzzed against your g-spot. Your nipples were harder than you thought possible as you ripped the blankets off of your heated skin. The chill in the air hit your soaked underwear, and the feeling of it rubbing against your swollen center caused your legs to squeeze tightly together. Not knowing what to do with your hands, you gripped the sheets. 

“Now,” Chan panted; having come undone slightly knowing that you were filled with pleasure. “I want you to power through and send me another picture. Can you do that? After you send it you are allowed to rub your clit.”

“Yes, Sir,” you breathed in excitement. Squeezing your eyes shut for a second, you shakily reached for your phone and tapped the screen on. It opened at your face and you sent him the ‘live’ picture you had been planning on sending next—you with the shirt completely off now, your breasts full and heaving in a black lace push-up bra as your left hand played with your clit inside of your panties, the vibrator still within your depths, just like it was right now. The short video was only three seconds, but it was abundantly clear what you were doing. 

The moan that left Chan seemed to echo within your mind when he finally saw it. The sound was so arousing that your hand immediately ventured into your underwear to rub circles into your throbbing nub.

At this point you could hear Chan moaning every few seconds. You were too deep into your pleasure to even fathom what he was doing other than fucking his own hand, but when your phone lit up and you clicked the message, a video of his beautifully veiny arm gripping his cock greeted your eyes. It was thirty seconds long, hopefully in reaction to your pictures, and you could see how undone he was as he jerked himself off. During the last ten seconds of the video you could see precum escaping the head of his cock as he squeezed the glands around his tip. 

“Oh! I wish I could taste you,” you whined loudly. Your other hand was holding your phone, and your eyes were glued to the screen. The combination of your fingers rubbing your clit and the toy making a mess of your insides was getting you close, but you knew you had to wait for him. 

“Yeah?” His voice was getting high and breathy which was a sign that he was getting close too. “I wish I could taste you too. You taste so good. ...Just imagine my head between your legs right now as the toy buzzes inside you. I’m sucking on your clit as hard as I can, making you buck against my face. Your hands are gripping my hair, tugging on it—fuck, I’m close, baby girl. I’m so close. I want you to come with me, okay?”

“Yes!” You loudly whispered. “Yes, I want you to come. I want to come so badly.” 

The thought of him between your legs after such a long time began the tinglings of a large orgasm, making you curl your toes. Your hips were shaking as the warmth in your core increased, signaling your rapidly approaching climax. Your hand was moving fast now, rubbing your clit as hard as you dared as you heard him jerking himself off, attempting to hold back his moans. Just as the pleasure began to increase, you held your breath, wishing his hand was lightly gripping your throat as you attempted to hold back the orgasm just outside of your grasp. 

“Baby girl—I’m, I’m gonna cum. I want you to come,” he said breathlessly in his haste. “I wish I was with you so I could cum inside. I know how much you love to be full of my cum. I—” 

Fireworks exploded behind your eyelids as your entire body spasmed, making you curl into yourself as you turned on your side. Your walls clenched fiercely around the toy, only making your orgasm last just that much longer. What part of your consciousness that still existed in that moment registered the sound of him coming on the other end of the line. He grunted, and you wished with your entire being that his cock was down your throat, letting you swallow his cum whole. 

What was probably just a moment of mutual panting as the both of you tried to calm back down, it felt like an hour had passed. You weakly turned off of the vibrator so the overstimulation could cease, and just spent the next moment existing as your heart began to slow as the edges of your orgasm faded away. 

“Baby?” He sounded just as wrecked as you. 

“Y-Yeah?”

“Do—“ he took in a deep breath before blowing it out. “Do you need any aftercare?”

Licking your lips, your eyes fluttered open as you began to uncurl yourself. “No… I’m--I’m probably ready for sleep though. Let me, um, clean myself up and I’ll be right back, okay?” 

“I’ll be here, love.”

Leaving your bed, you quickly, but shakily, went to your bathroom. When you turned on the light, you had to squeeze your eyes closed for a moment--your eyes too sensitive after being in darkness for so long. As quickly as you could, you took the vibrator out, ignoring the shiver that ran down your spine as you cleaned it and left it out to dry, and then went to clean up the mess that was your nether region. 

Two minutes later you were all clean, and with a fresh pair of undies, sleepily sliding back into bed and pulling the sheets up over you. Putting your headphones back in your ears, you tap your phone on and smile when you see the call was still on. 

“Chan?”

“I’m here.”

Smiling, and ignoring the tears that immediately came to your eyes due to just how much you missed him, you cleared your throat while covering the mic so he couldn’t hear. When you were good, you moved your hand back and whispered, “I love you.”

It was quiet for a second, but when he spoke again, you could hear the smile in his tone. “I love you too. What do you need to fall asleep, sweetheart?”

“Just your voice. Sing me to sleep, Chanstopher.”

Chan hummed happily at the endearing nickname before whispering, “Your wish is my command.”

Within a minute of him singing you a ballad version of ‘Tenerife Sea’ by Ed Sheeran, you were fast asleep.

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Digital Get Down, Chapter 1

AUTHORS: cindersandroses ( losille2000 and cinderella1181)

CHAPTERS: 1/?

PAIRING: Actor!Henry Cavill/ Plus-Sized OFC

GENRE: Romance/Fluff/HUMOR

FIC SUMMARY: When SuperHank met OrcPrincessPeach on the World of Warcraft message boards, it was love at first raid. Now, almost a year later, they’re ready to take the next step and meet in person. Half a world away from each other, both decide to meet in Atlanta for DragonCon, since she was already going to be there for her work as a game designer at Blizzard... never mind that she is a devout nerd. They both have to face the fact that reality is very different from a digital world.

RATING: Mature

AUTHORS NOTES: This idea happened while we were floating around our pool a few days ago. I don’t foresee this being very long, but as always, if you want more, we will write more.

Also on AO3!

Chapter 1

SuperHank: Hey girlie girl, I did it! I got the pass for DragonCon. After almost 10 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days, I’m officially coming to meet you!

OrcPrincessPeach: Yay! Are you sure you can afford it... and the airfare?

SuperHank: Dollface, for you, I would move the oceans and walk to you. I can’t wait. August seems so far away.

OrcPrincessPeach: Be still my beating heart, you sappy romantic. I can’t wait to see you.

SuperHank: Same here. I gotta go raid. I will talk to you later. I’ll text you before I go to sleep. Have a good day at work.

OrcPrincessPeach: I will see you later tonight!

Opal closed the laptop and smiled to herself, trying desperately to keep a squeal of delight from escaping her lips. Nothing ever made her feel as amazing as talking to Hank did, even when it meant little sleep and getting up well before the sun to do it. But Amber, her roommate, would be the first person to yell at her for making too much noise in the morning… especially since it involved Hank, whom Amber did not particularly like for some reason.

Nevermind that he and Amber had never actually talked to each other. And, in fact, Opal had only ever talked to the man herself, too. Well, “talking,” in so much that they called each other, texted each other, and chatted on the World of Warcraft message boards about everything and nothing at all. There was the one time, though, when she had been “talking” with Hank, that she may have gotten too loud during a little early morning (for her, anyway) phone sex.

So maybe Amber did have a point.

Opal’s cheeks heated at the thought, replaying the memory in her head as she pulled on her most adorable red peep-toe pumps. All the boys in her programming pod at Blizzard loved it when she wore them; they always made her feel like she could take on the world. Because, seriously, who was going to mess with a woman wearing sky-high red heels during the day? It was amazing what she could convince her fellow game designer nerds to do when she wore these heels with this outfit.

She smoothed her otherwise fairly normal navy blue sheath dress over her slightly rounded belly and wide hips. These clothes were her armor against the world, much like how her orc character dressed in the game. Opal and her orc both needed the image that they could take on the male-dominated World of game design, when in reality, she could very much be a shrinking violet. Especially when it came to her body.

Hence why she had only shared very, erm, specific photos of her body with Hank, and him with her… in the best light, angle and pose. He had an amazing body, and she, well, she didn’t have an amazing body. It wasn’t terrible, per se. It did the things she needed it to do, but she certainly could have spent more time at the office standing desks or in the employee gym. But her red pumps wouldn’t allow her to do either.

So she just had to hope--and pray--that when he saw her in the harsh light of day that he didn’t run away screaming. Because there certainly had been a few online boyfriends before this who had done just that.

Opal left her room and carefully made her way downstairs to get her bag together for work. Tycho, her rather large ragdoll cat, was laying on the back of the couch, half on the black bag and rubbing his chin on the rigid canvas handle. Clearly, the bag was his now, just like everything else in the house.

“Hey, you better move it, buddy. I gotta get to work so you get good gushy food.” She pointed at him.  “Be gone when I get back in here.”

Tycho rumbled a low meow in response and didn’t move.

“Freeloader,” she mused.

She headed into the kitchen with a huge smile returning to her face and butterflies making her slightly queasy. After almost a year, she was finally… finally… going to meet the boy she’d been dating online. Most people would take that as a sign that this was all it would ever be--online and still fairly impersonal.  To be fair, though, Hank had planned to come and see her once before, but work had not let him.  And it wasn’t like they were on the same continent, normally. They were halfway around the world from each other. But this time, he swore up and down that this was going to be it. They were going to cohabitate in the same hotel suite for a long weekend, and make good on all the very dirty promises they had made each other in the ten months they’d been “together.” Of course, she was well aware that he still may cancel, but for now, she was going to live in her dreamworld.

Amber was already in the kitchen as Opal made it into the room. Her roommate sat bleary-eyed at the kitchen table and stared at her cell phone screen.

“You already made coffee?” Opal asked.

The brunette nodded and motioned her head towards the almost full pot.  “Yeah, cause I didn’t have to get up at a stupid time in the morning to talk to my internet boyfriend.”

Opal rolled her eyes. “Amber, it’s not that bad.”

“Really, Opie? What time did you get out of bed this morning?” she asked, her eyebrow peaked.

Opal sighed. “Six.” Amber shook her head.  “It’s not normal. How long have you been ‘dating’ this dude?” she asked, emphasizing her point with air quotes and all.

“Almost a year, but he and I are finally meeting. We’re going to meet in Atlanta for DragonCon. It’s a halfway point between us, we figured it would be neutral territory,” Opal explained.

“Is Con really ‘neutral’? You’d live at a con if you could.”

Opal ignored her comment. As far as she was concerned, it was neutral… and certainly big enough to get lost in the crowd if things didn’t go well. She certainly didn’t want to bring him around her house if Amber planned to be there to scare him away.

Opal continued with a light, dreamy sigh. “It’s going to be super exciting. I’m ready to meet Hank. He is a fantastic guy; he is kind, funny, loves his family.”

“Sounds like you’re describing a labrador. Next thing, you’re going to tell me he is loyal and in love with you,” Amber replied, shaking her head. “You can’t be in love with someone you have never met in person.”

Maybe Amber was right, after all. How much could someone truly know a person from what they say alone? It’s merely a facet of who they are. Actions were also huge, and he had not yet proven anything to Opal in that category.

But still, Opal was sure Hank was different. She’d had a lot of online boyfriends throughout her life--her life revolved around the computer, so it was only natural. And comparing all the other examples with her current love interest, this just felt different. Like… it might actually be real.

“You can love their heart, and I adore him. He is pretty great. I’m just hoping he’s the one.” Opal grinned.  “We would have an amazing story to tell our kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids.”

Amber pressed her lips together into a terse line and returned to whatever was on her phone. “Well, when this all bursts in your face, Opie, you just come home to me and remember that I love you no matter what.”

Opal smiled. “I know, Amber. You’ll pick up all the pieces. But I don’t think that’s going to happen with him. I don’t know. He’s different.”

“Does he know?” Amber asked, the cup of coffee close to her mouth.

“Um... know what?” Opal asked.

“That you’re not some skinny bimbo?” Amber asked, motioning in her direction. Amber’s eyes scanned her body slowly, critically. “All the people on the internet have this idealized image in their head that the person they’re talking to is Giselle Bundchen, not Ashely Graham or Tess Holliday.”

“They are both gorgeous and many men are in love with them,” Opal defended. “And they’re both married.”

Amber shrugged. “I’m just preparing you for it, if it happens. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

This conversation, though, was hurting her. Hank wasn’t the direct cause of it, just a reason for Amber to start this. She knew Amber had her best interests at heart--no friend wants their friend to get hurt--but the way she achieved her goals, and the words she used, were not nice.

Opal sighed. “Look, he knows I’m fat. He knows I have curves and I’m not a size two. He and I have had several conversations about the fact I’m not some little skinny thing. He said he adores my heart, and he doesn’t care what kind of body it comes in.”

He also said he preferred thick women because he didn’t feel like he was going to break them when things got… athletic. But Amber didn’t need to hear that, either.

“My god, if that isn’t a line,” Amber scoffed.

Opal shrugged. “Amber, stop! Your thinly veiled attempt to fat shame me isn’t going to work. I’m going to go to Atlanta, I’m going to meet him, and I may even sleep with him.”

Amber rolled her eyes. “You won’t have sex with him. You’re a 32-year-old virgin.”

Opal shrugged. “You know, stranger things have happened.” She twisted the top on her thermos. “I’m going to be late for work, I’ll see you later.”

She walked back into the living room, removed the cat from his perch, picked up her bag and headed out the door to work. As she walked the block to the bus stop, she pulled her phone out and put on the playlist Hank had built her. She smiled as the songs began to play, each one having a special meaning to both of them. He was always adding new songs with little notes about why he added them.

These little love notes never failed to make her happy again. She couldn’t imagine what would happen if they ever stopped.

She knew what Amber said shouldn’t bother her as much as it did, but she was self-conscious. Her body had always been something that set her apart and had made her shy when it came to men. Of all the potential dates she’d had with online boyfriends, she had only been on three real dates in her adult life. All of them turned tail and ran once she said she was a virgin. So for those very few that were able to get past the body issue, those three considered her lack of experience to be insurmountable.

Hank didn’t make her feel like that. He didn’t seem to care, or if he did, it wasn’t a deal-breaker. If her lack of experience didn’t do it, there was a very real possibility that her other image issues would be the end of it.

When she arrived at the bus stop and sat down, Opal made the decision to push Amber’s nagging voice out of her head. She wasn’t going to let Amber break her confidence. Hank adored her, for who she was, and that was all that mattered.

She turned her music all the way up to block out the self-doubt and scrolled through her playlist, looking for her favorites. At the bottom of the list, added only a few minutes before, was a new song. Opal giggled and clicked on the song, closing her eyes to listen to the electronic 80s synth and Richard Marx croon, “Right Here Waiting.”