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Tension Release (M) Chapter 4 - New Friendship

i am so sorry for the lack of updates. i was sick on two separate occasions. also, this section gave me such a headache to write because i could lead it toward many different directions. so, please forgive me. i hope you enjoy this chapter. oh, and chapters may not come out regularly as i’m in the process of cleaning and packing in order to move in the fall. so please follow and set up notifications so you know when the story is updated. thank you for your patience

Prologue || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

Word Count: approx. 9.2k Pairing(s): fem reader jeno || fem reader x husband Warning(s): mature audiences only, 18+, explicit language, slow-paced, storytelling, cheating, infidelity, smut, oral (female receiving) Preview: Sighing and shaking his head Jeno takes one look up at your bedroom before sliding his hands into his pants pockets. “As much as it was nice talking to you Matthew,” he whispers to himself. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to walk away after today…” With a roll of his eyes Jeno disappears into the night.

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Your eyes pop open as a sharp lightning bolt of pain shoots up your spine. Curling into a ball to find solace you’re stopped midway when a warm arm wraps around you tightly. Pulling you towards the person behind you.

“Good morning babe,” Matthew snuggles up to you after placing a kiss on your cheek.

“G-Good morning,” you manage to squeak out. Though the pain was strangely subsiding due to his body heat acting as a heating pad, there were still small sparks pulsating along the length of your back that has you wincing.

“How are you feeling?”

“Sore. My back is killing me right now. I think I overdid it yesterday.”

And then some…

Sitting up abruptly Matthew leans over to see the speckles of sweat decorating your forehead and the small grimace on your face. “Baby!” He rushes off the bed and over to your side bending down on his haunches to reach your eye level. “Baby are you okay? Do you want me to get you some Tylenol? Do you need some ice? Tell me how I can help you…”

Chuckling through the discomfort you reach out to which he instantly grabs hold of your hand kissing your knuckles. “Some Tylenol would be amazing right now.”

“Of course. I’ll be right back.” Leaving your side Matthew sprints downstairs to get you some pain killers.

Yesterday absolutely showed you that you should have said no three times. One for Jeno, one for Matthew, and one for your own stupidity. Barely able to sit up on your own, you whimper propping yourself up to greet the new day.

Grabbing your phone you find its 8:40AM. After all of the physical activity you passed out in Matthew’s arms at around 10PM. Your eyes scan your bedroom a soft smile coming to your face. After your rounds with Matthew you both apologized for your behaviors, promising the other to do better in the future. Then he proceeded to ask you to come back to your bedroom which didn’t take much convincing on Matthew’s part considering the quilt and sheets of the spare room need to be washed and dried.

Both of you ending up shocked by how much of your squirt poured out of you. Honestly, you’d forgotten that was even possible. You had only squirted twice in your life. Once with some moron from the neighboring school who fingered your pussy so hard you squirted like a geyser but were sore for days, the other, with Matthew.

Giggling, your face starts to warm. Yesterday was amazing! Your husband finally taking a leap of faith and entering a world of lust, on a Sunday, of all days — even the thought has your spent cunt clenching. Hopefully with a little time and patience on your part you’ll be able to have more days like yesterday. Of course, your back needs to hurry up and get better for the real fun to begin!

“Here we go,” Matthew comes in with not only a glass of water and your Tylenol but also a bowl that smells like apple cinnamon oatmeal. “Thought you might be hungry as well.”

“I’m famished! Thank you babe!”

Placing the tray on your lap, Matthew crawls back into bed next to you. Popping the pills quickly into your mouth, you down them with some lukewarm water. Smiling you glance at your wonderful husband.

“You sure know how to treat a woman,” you place the tips of your fingers under his chin pulling him close to you. “Thanks for making me breakfast.” You kiss him gently.

“It’s the least I can do for being a jerk. I still can’t believe I acted like a child yesterday. Here you were upstairs, in pain, stuck in the bathroom, without breakfast, and I left you. What kind of man does that?” He pouts.

“A man who has been dealing with a lot. Truly Matthew, I’m sorry for that remark about getting a toy. I really didn’t mean it.”

“My love, we both know Roz would have gotten you something if she doesn’t have one for you on standby.”

“Matthew!!” You playfully slap his chest. “She’s not that much of a deviant!”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me she doesn’t already have a stock of her own!” He leans down his face inches from yours.

Avoiding his eyes you erupt in giggles. “Okay, so she has a few BUT!!! It’s not a stock. Just about six? I believe.”

“SIX?! Wow…I suddenly feel bad for Bill.”

“Oh stop,” you pat his cheek. “Bill is the one who suggested four of them. He likes how Roz reacts, plus, he’s the one controlling them.” Lifting up your spoon you blow gently on the steaming hot oatmeal.

“And they both like them?” Matthew whispers beside you.

“Sure do! I mean she doesn’t talk about all that stuff but whenever he surprised her with a new toy she would tell me what it was like. Personally, if I had to choose a toy that we should try it would be the wand. After last night,” your face starts to warm. “I want to experience that again. Plus, I could always tease you with the wand too!” You smirk.

Matthew looks at you confused. “How can you tease someone with a stick?”

Pausing midair you turn to your sweet naïve husband. “Baby a wand is a vibrator.”

Nodding he settles down next to you. “A vibrator…I see…” suddenly his body becomes stiff as a board next to you. “Wait!!! Why do you want to use something like that on me?!” Shaking his head he moves away from you. “No, no, no…I can’t…that’s…that’s —”

Reaching out you grab hold of his wrist before he gets off the bed completely. “Baby, it was just a thought. I would never do anything to you that you weren’t comfortable with. Plus, this is something very far down the road. What we did last night tells me we don’t need to add any gadgets to the bedroom just yet.”

“Is…Is there anything else you would like to try?”

“Ummm maybe these vibrators that would go inside me and you can control the speed and power of the vibrations. That would be a lot of fun! Especially,” you pull him to you. “If it’s in public.” You kiss his nose.

“IN PUBLIC?!!!”

“Yes! Picture it! We’re sitting across from each other at let’s say the dinner. Having a nice meal together when you pull out your phone, casually having it under the table and away from prying eyes. You turn on the vibrator when I least expect it,” your eyes become hazy just thinking about Matthew toying with you. “And all throughout the rest of the meal with people around me and knowing our town, plenty of people coming up to talk — I have to keep my reactions undetectable. No moaning, screaming, begging for more. Just a neutral expression for as long as I can handle it.”

Gulping Matthew wets his dry lips. “How long have you been thinking about this exactly?”

“We’d have to have a safe word or something that would let you know when to turn it up or down. Or when I can’t handle it anymore and I need to come. Yeah…”

Arching a brow Matthew watches you play out the entire scene in your head. Seeing your eyes fixated on something he can’t see. The cogs in your brain turning rapidly. The way your tongue slowly skates across yours lips as your mind slips further into your fantasy. To him, right here and now you’re the most beautiful person to ever grace this earth. Even if your mind is full of impure thoughts at the moment.

Leaning over he breaks you out of your daydream with a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Wh-What was that for?” You giggle.

“No reason. You just looked really beautiful while thinking is all.”

“Oh, so me thinking about the naughty things I want my husband to do to me somehow makes me beautiful.”

“Stunning!” Matthew leans into you again, but this time placing his forehead against yours. “I still can’t believe what happened last night.”

“Neither can I,” she nuzzle your nose with his. “Whatever happened let’s pray that it happens again.”

Smiling softly, Matthew starts to leave gentle kisses on your nose, cheeks, jaw, and heads for your neck. “Did it feel good?” He asks while his lips gingerly move across your neck.

Closing your eyes you succumb to him. It felt better than good, sweetie.”

“Maybe when you’re feeling better we can try again.”

Getting lost in his kisses, your arms fall from the tray of food on your lap. “S-So, it felt good for you too?”

Smiling against your neck, Matthew kisses and sucks hard on your skin near your collarbone. “I wish we had thought about doing that before. Actually,” he pulls away. “I wish I did a lot of things for you and to you before yesterday. I know I’m not perfect and I have a lot to work on but I hope I made up for some of it yesterday.”

“What made you want to eat me out yesterday?”

Startled by your question, the warm and fuzzy mood dissipating quickly, Matthew stills beside you. His complexion growing darker the longer he waits to answer you. “I…well…I mean…”

“Don’t get me wrong,” you quickly add thinking he’s questioning whether you wanted to have him taste you or not. “It was amazing! I want to feel your lips on me again as soon as possible because for someone who skipped the foreplay department of our marriage you sure knew your way around down there.”

His face now a bright red, Matthew turns away from you, fingers fumbling against each other. “I mean, well you see, I’ve always wanted too…but I couldn’t. How could I? It seemed so…so…”

Reaching out to him you turn his face to you with nothing but love in your eyes. “You always wanted to taste me?”

Lowering his head Matthew nods. “Yes. From the first time we were intimate I’ve wanted to know how you tasted. I just didn’t…no that’s not it…I couldn’t bring it up.”

“Why not?”

“How could I?” He looks at you with innocent eyes. “You’re so beautiful and amazing and strong and confident. To this day I still can’t help but stare at you wondering how I ended up being blessed to have you as my wife. I want to cherish you, respect you, hold you close. Not defile you or treat you like some…”

“Whore?” You giggle.

Scoffing Matthew nods. “Jeno said the same thing.”

“Jeno?”

Freezing, his mouth popping open in an ‘oh shit’ manner he turns his gaze from you. “Yes, yesterday, before he left.”

“You talked to Jeno?”

“Well, I mean we didn’t talk talk but we talked.”

“About our sex life?”

“Not in so many words,” Matthew gulps.

“I see…”

Sighing you pick up your spoon and begin eating again. It’s strange. When you talked to Jeno it was more ranting about your life and just wanting someone who doesn’t have a biased opinion give you some advice. Where things ended up should not have happened but it did. There’s no going back or taking back the fact you cheated on Matthew, but hearing Matthew say he talked to Jeno about you…it feels…odd…

As if the one person who you saw as your confidant has now been compromised — not having anyone else to talk to about things that really piss you off.

Granted you did ask Jeno to get the details about Matthew’s problem but that was a completely different situation than what is going on now. Matthew spoke to Jeno about your intimate life and Jeno somehow convinced Matthew to devour your pussy? After the two of you fucked? That doesn’t make any sense at all…

“You’re mad aren’t you?” Matthew’s worried tone pulls you out of your thoughts. “I didn’t intend on talking to him. He just…he has this soothing nature about him. Sort of like you can talk to him about anything that’s on your mind and he won’t beat around the bush. He’ll tell you exactly what you need to hear. Baby, please!” Matthew holds your hands in his. “Please don’t be mad. I promise I won’t talk to him about us again.”

“I’m not mad,” you laugh trying to play things off as if you don’t mind. “In fact, I suppose I should thank him.”

“Thank…him…?”

Nodding you go back to eating. It’s the sad but honest truth. What happened last night might be because of whatever Matthew and Jeno talked about. The primal feeling that was coursing through your body chasing not only your high but your husband’s high could in fact be thanks to Jeno.

“Do you like talking to Jeno?” You ask. Shrugging he stares at you like a child terrified that at any second he’s going to get yelled at. “Do you want to continue to talk to him?”

“We didn’t really get to finish our conversation.”

“Jeno is very easy to talk to. I understand why you felt so at ease around him. I’m thankful that you finally feel comfortable talking to someone. If you want to continue talking to him go ahead. Plus, having a guy friend to talk about guy things might be just what you need.”

“R-Really?” Matthew’s face brightens.

“Of course, there is just one thing we should keep in mind…” glancing down you take the final bite of your oatmeal. “Let’s just be careful not to talk about things we don’t want anyone else to know about. Okay?”

“Of course!”

Smirking you move the tray off your lap before wiggling your brows at Matthew. “So, was it your idea or Jeno’s to eat me out yesterday?”

“BABE!!!!”

Sighing in both pain and relief you slide further into the nice warm water. Your muscles beginning to loosen up. Sitting on a chair next to you, Matthew watches over you carefully.

“What are the plans for today?”

“I called Mr. Smith and told him I’d be running late and to have everyone start without me. “We’re hoping to get the basement filled in today and work more on the outer foundations.”

“I was thinking of asking Mrs. Smith and maybe a few other girls to join me and pick out some furnishings. Though I’d love to get straight back to work I think I should take it easy for a while.”

“You shouldn’t have been hauling around bags of cement in the first place.”

“It helped clear my mind. I liked doing it. Plus,” you lean into him. “I was getting sick and tired of hearing half the towns wives lustful thoughts about men other than their husbands. Then again…I don’t want to hear their lustful comments about their husbands.”

Laughing Matthew shakes his head in disbelief. “Perhaps we should talk more about this town.”

“Why?”

“At the picnic yesterday,” he sighs heavily. “I felt your absence. Though I was born and raised here it took you not being by my side to show me that I truly don’t know anyone here. Yes, our congregation is a mixture of parents, grandparents, and families of people we went to school with who moved away — of course the people whom we did go to school with are still here as well, but I just know who they are and what they ask to be forgiven for. That’s it. I don’t know anything that goes on in their personal lives. I didn’t know how to talk to anyone excluding our parents.”

Staring up at Matthew both a feeling of pity and happiness fills your soul. Pity because he must have truly suffered a lot yesterday. Talking to everyone, making small talk, and just ensuring that everyone was happy and being taken care of — non-spiritually, was your job. Having to take on your roll yesterday must have been a lot for him. At the same time, seeing his sullen face shows just how much he needs you and that you are valued. Perhaps more so now than before.

“You’ve never liked hearing about what’s going around.”

“I can’t help but wonder how much is gossip and how much is fact. Judging people is not up to me or to anyone else, it’s up to God.”

“Yet you judge Roz,” you quickly point out.

Lips curving into a deep frown, Matthew turns from you. “That’s because she’s trying to take you away and corrupt you,” he mumbles.

Giggling you reach out and touch his knee gaining his attention. “I’m not going anywhere. Plus we’d both miss our men far too much. But, as for this town I can assure you 90% is fact! Only 10% is gossip. The people here are crazy! Small towns bring out the true freaks if you know what I mean.”

“90% fact you say?” He moves from the chair down to you, his lips meeting yours in a light kiss. “Give me a little taste.”

“For starters, Bethany my hair dresser,” you begin.

“Is she the one who’s dating Tom down at the bakery?”

“Yep! She apparently slept around A LOT when we were in high school. Like a lot a lot! With people from our school’s rival! I mean yeah some of the guys we went to school with were total dogs and I’m not talking about their attitudes but to sleep with the guys from our rival school Ewwwww! They are complete assholes who have no respect for women at all! Like some of the stuff I heard would make you want to call the cops asap and have them investigated from some of the shit they pulled! Plus they were worse than the guys here in terms of looks! No offense to anyone but it’s true.”

Gaping at you bewildered Matthew tilts his head. “I heard about that. It surprised me. She only transferred to our district about a year and a half before you came. There were rumors about her being…easy, back in middle school. Very promiscuous,” he wiggles his brows.

“No!!!” You lean over the edge of the tub.

“Yeah. I didn’t believe them she looked super innocent to me. She was also kind of sweet so I just figured the other girls were jealous.”

Waving him off you grab your washcloth and some soap. “Oh she told me she thought you were super cute. She even admitted to wanting to date you but you were far too innocent for her. So, she dated half the guys at our school,” you crack up.

“Bethany wanted to date me?!” Matthew gasps.

“Ah huh, she said you were her type. Naïve, inexperienced, and ripe for the picking!”

“She told you this?!”

“Of course! We’re friends,” you laugh. “She has been my stylist for two years now. We became close after she did our hair for Roz’s wedding. Plus, she’s the true eyes and ears of this town. She knows everyone’s dirty little secrets!”

“My wife thriving on the towns’ gossip,” he sighs shaking his head amused.

“Hey! It’s only gossip if there are no facts to back it up. Bethany and the others always come with receipts.”

“What about the men?”

“Pfft,” you roll your eyes. “Don’t even get me started. First, let me ask you this, George who works alongside…Anna,” you roll your eyes again. “How long has he been married to Kim?”

“My dad married them when I was in middle school so maybe thirteen years? Give or take.”

“He’s cheated on Kim for half their marriage then.”

“What?!”

“Yep. Jun, at the salon, well he saw George and some blonde woman making out one night at a bar and since has seen him and that woman sneaking around late at night. So, he’s done a little digging and found out that George and this woman have been in contact with each other for years.

“Pictures of them on ‘company retreats’ passing it off as just a friendly co-worker moment and blah blah blah, but he said the lip lock and their tongues down each other's throats clearly states that they are much much more.”

“Kim is a wonderful woman! How could he? They have children!!”

Shrugging you start washing your body. “They were young when they married, right? Fresh out of high school?”

“Yes…”

“I think they didn’t have time to explore and find out who they truly were and what they actually want. It happens. My uncle the one back where I lived before,” Matthew nods. “He cheated as well. Actually, his wife cheated too.” You chuckle. “At our rehearsal dinner we had a long conversation about the sanctity of marriage. He told me that for him and his wife they were just too young. He said if they had waited until after college and truly got to know each other without the pressures of marriage they may have been able to make it last.”

“What about us,” Matthew whispers.

“What do you mean?” You rid your arms of soap.

“We got married young as well. What if…I don’t…promise me that it won’t happen with us.”

Stilling, your heart starts racing. Knowing full well Matthew isn’t talking about cheating but about the love disappearing you close your eyes, dip your washcloth into the water and pour some water on your chest.

“Matthew, just because something happened to someone else doesn’t mean it will happen to us.”

“I just…with the way I’ve been acting…” he mumbles. “I promise I’ll get some help for whatever is going on. I won’t let this marriage end because of me!”

Sighing you finish up and go to stand. Quickly Matthew helps you up but what he doesn’t expect is you wrapping your arms around him, your body soaking his night shirt and shorts.

“This marriage will not end no matter what, do you hear me?” You state firmly. “I love you, Matthew. I’m in love with you. That will never change.”

Squeezing you tightly in his arms, he buries his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you too. Without you…I’d be lost.”

“Now, enough gossip talk for today. I need to get dried and dressed before Jeno comes over.”

“Or you could stay like this and scare him off.”

“MATTHEW!!”

Lips move across yours lazily. Giggling your hand rests on Matthew’s cheek as he attempts to say goodbye to you for a few hours. It’s strange how all it took was a little release to get the two of you back to snuggling, kissing, and loving each other properly. Still, there is the fact that Matthew needs to get through whatever is holding him back from being inside of you for longer periods of time and from coming inside of you — deciding it wasn’t the time yesterday to talk to him about why he pulled out you opt to save it for another day. Preferably a time when you’re not in pain and can leave if the conversation becomes heated.

Then, there is the issue of whatever is going on between Jeno and yourself. Talking to Matthew about what your uncle told you brought on a wave of guilt you didn’t expect to feel. Yes, you cheated. But Matthew begging, pleading for you not to leave him and pleading for nothing to go wrong between the two of you is what’s killing you.

When Jeno was inside you, when he kissed you, touched you, tasted you, and came inside you, a huge part of you wanted to be with him. To know what it would be like to be desired the way he desired you. The thrill of not being able to keep your hands off of the other in public, even the thought of it has your heart racing.

With Matthew…everything is hopefully, someday, and perhaps. It’s always dangingling in front of you but strangely out of reach. Its not a guarantee and that’s what you want. A guarantee that you’ll be loved. A guarantee that when you look into his eyes the most salacious sinful thoughts of what he wants to do to you will bring out the animal in him. But with Matthew, that’s unlikely.

Yesterday, though amazing, feels like a fevered dream. A manic moment where he acted on impulse instead of rationality. If you were guaranteed a husband that would thrill you more you would have never sought solace in another man’s arms. If you could only have lived in that moment with Matthew for the rest of your life…if only…

“I don’t want to leave you,” Matthew mumbles against your lips.

“Mr. Smith needs you,” you whisper.

“He’s the one leading the construction. I’m just there as support. People respect him. I’m not needed.” His lips trail down to your neck.

Giggling, you arch your head back giving him more access. “I love feeling your lips on me.”

“Hurry up and get better,” Matthew peeks up at you. “Yesterday was amazing but you’re now very sore and it’s killing me to know I pushed you to this point.”

“I pushed myself, Matthew. Please don’t blame yourself.”

“Still I shouldn’t have —”

“Hello? Matthew?” Jeno’s voice echoes from downstairs.

Exhaling deeply Matthew sits up. “I guess that’s my cue to leave.”

“Have fun today and don’t overwork yourself,” you give him one final peck on the lips before he pulls away.

“I promise. Just get some rest. I’ll see you in a couple of hours,” he strokes your cheek.

Rushing down the stairs Matthew smiles happily seeing Jeno waiting patiently at the front door. “Sorry for keeping you. She’s having a rough morning.”

Worried Jeno’s eyes widen darting to the staircase. “Is she okay?”

“She’s a little sore from yesterday. She took a bath and some pills so that should help ease some of the discomfort but I think she’ll need a good massage when the painkillers wear off.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I blame myself…”

“Why? You didn’t do anything to her…” Jeno mumbles as guilt washes over him.

“Well that’s not entirely true…you know how yesterday we were talking? And you mentioned that I should be a little less restrictive in my interactions with her?”

Tilting his head Jeno nods slowly. “Less restrictive?” He chuckles. “You mean when I told you to stop treating her like a porcelain doll?”

“Precisely!” Matthew claps his hands shouting joyfully. “Well… last evening…what I mean to say is…” he pulls at the collar of his t-shirt. “We’re friends, right? I can confide in you…?” He gulps loudly.

Friends? Jeno scoffs internally. “I would say we’re on friendly terms so yes you can confide in me.” Slowly at the sides of his arms Jeno’s hands ever so slowly ball up into fists.

“Well…we might have fooled around a little and things got out of hand and that’s why her back is killing her. It’s all my fault!” Matthew lowers his head in shame. “I shouldn’t have initiated anything. I shouldn’t have acted like I did…I don’t know what came over me… so any pain that she feels today is all because of me…I just hope she won’t be in bed any longer than necessary…”

Matthew goes on and on about how guilty he feels asking question after question and rationalizing what happened last night, letting a few things slip past his lips. The words, eating, pleasure, and you on top are the only things his brain picks up from Matthew’s babbling.

“You don’t think she’ll be in bed longer do you?”

Shaking his head Jeno runs a stressed hand through his hair. “Well, any physical activity might have caused more harm than good, or it might have helped. She needed to get some kind of activity going on so her muscles can loosen up but maybe that went a little too far,” he tries his best to chuckle. “I’ll be sure to work out any kinks she might have. I know staying in bed isn’t her favorite thing in the world.”

“Tell me about it. She’s already talking about what she can do with the project once she’s better. I would actually prefer it if she stayed far away from this project. I don’t want her to get ahead of herself and get hurt again.”

“She knows her limits so I wouldn’t worry too much about that. Plus, what is she supposed to do when you leave for hours to work on the house? Sit at home and knit?” Jeno chuckles. “She’ll be fine,” he claps a hand on Matthew’s shoulder. “She’ll have the women to keep her company and if need be I’ll help keep an eye on her.”

“Really?!” Matthew perks up. “You’d really help me watch out for her?”

“Of course.”

“You have no idea how much that means to me. Well, I better get going before Mr. Smith throws a fit. She’s upstairs in our room. She’s eaten some breakfast so you won’t have to worry about that. I’ll be back around 5 this evening. If you don’t have any plans I’d love to continue our conversation from yesterday over dinner.”

“Our conversation?” Jeno tilts his head. “About your bedroom situation?”

Rubbing the back of his neck Matthew chuckles. “You REALLY helped us.”

“Well, if it really helped, sure we can talk. Try not to tire yourself out today.”

“Will do! And thanks, Jeno.”

“Mmm…”

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Sighing against the fluffy pillow on your bed you hear muffled voices downstairs. Your brain running over every scenario that could be discussed between Matthew and Jeno, but your mind keeps drifting back to Matthew’s confession of talking to Jeno about your love life. Yes, you talked to Jeno about it, but that’s different. Right…?

Suddenly footsteps start to ascend the stairs and for some strange reason you’re terrified to see Jeno. Yesterday, you were awkward, nervous, but excited. Today, after what happened between the two of you and then your husband…how can you dare look him in the eyes?

His footsteps draw closer. A shadow creeps into view on the floor outside the master bedroom. Your heart beats like a drum in your ears. Your mind grows foggy.

This is ridiculous! You scream internally.

This is just Jeno! Your friend! Your best friend’s cousin! He’s practically family! There’s no need to be scared of him.

Jeno comes into view. Hair slicked back slightly. Eyes staring you down as he leans against the door frame. His arms and legs crossing with the most accusatory smirk on his face.

Shit…

“For someone who got their rocks off twice yesterday you’re looking quite well.” He snickers.

“Fuck you, Jeno!” You grumble.

“You will once you’re better.”

Cheeks blazing with heat your head rises slowly. Eyes glistening with a million and one different emotions. “Wh-What?!”

Pushing off the wall, Jeno saunters ever so slowly towards you. His eyes staring you down as if he were the predator and you his prey. “A little birdie told me that you had some fun last night but now you’re sore.” Shaking his head he sighs. “I do blame myself for some of the soreness, but you,” he chuckles sitting down next to you. “You went overboard.”

“What all do you know?”

Shrugging, Jeno peers down at you. “Not a lot actually. Care to explain why your husband is worried sick about you?”

Turning from him you slide down into bed, your arms crossing over you as if to protect you from his judging gaze. “We just fooled around is all.”

“Fooled around, oh yes, that makes sense.”

“What do you want a play by play?” You snap.

“No, but a little indication of how much pressure I’m going to need to use to help work out the kinks in your back would help.” Getting up he goes down to the foot of the bed. “Brace yourself.” He winks.

“Wh-Wha…AHHHHHH!!!” You scream when he grabs your ankles and yanks you down till your flat on your back. “Shit!!! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You groan.

“That is for fooling around twice yesterday. I admit I shouldn’t have fucked you until your back was better, but you missy, what the hell were you thinking?! A second round when your back is so fucked up you can barely move on your own…are you crazy?!”

Not saying a word you do the only thing your body will allow you to do, flip him the bird.

“That’s mature of you.”

“And yanking me down like that is mature?!”

Now next to you, Jeno motions with his finger for you to turn onto your stomach.

“I can’t,” you whimper.

“Don’t make me flip you over. I won’t be gentle.” Groaning you flip yourself over in one breath. “See you could do it,” he gives your ass a light slap.

“Remind me to kick your ass when I’m feeling better.”

“I’ll be counting the days until you’re better.”

Crawling onto the bed and on top of you, Jeno straddles your hip. Sitting just below your bottom he pushes your loose fitted shirt up to your shoulders. Blowing on his fingers so that they’re not icy he starts to rub over your aching muscles.

A long moan moves past your lips as Jeno works his magic. “Fuck why do you have to be so god at this?”

Chuckling Jeno rubs over your lower back where most of the pain lies. “This is part of my job, you know. I should be good at it.”

“If you keep this up players may get hurt on purpose.”

Sliding his hands up your spine you melt into his touch. His hands curve around your shoulders giving them a little massage before slowly moving his way back down to right above your tailbone.

“Matthew invited me to stay for dinner tonight.”

“Oh?” You peek back to see a strange look on his face. “Matthew’s a wonderful cook. I don’t know what he’s planning on making but I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“He wants to talk to me about you and him.”

“I see…” Jeno’s hands still which causes you to look back again to see him looking down a darkness shrouding his face. “Jeno…” you whisper.

“What happened last night after I left?”

“What?”

“Why does your husband want to talk to me about his problems fucking his wife?”

“Wait…what?!”

“You said that the two of you fooled around, right?”

“Yeah…but I don’t understand how that has anything to do with what you just said.”

“What did he do to you? Why are you in your bedroom and not the guest room?”

“Jeno…please…”

“Tell me!” He shouts. “I need to know why I’m going to have to give your husband advice about how to fuck the person I’m trying so hard not to fuck right now! Why does he want to talk to me? I know I agreed to this arrangement but that’s because it was just for you, because I —” sighing he slides off of you. “Did he fuck you last night?”

Struggling to get to your knees you manage to sit up enough to crawl back to your pillows to rest your back. “If you’re asking me if his penis went inside of me, yes. If you’re asking me if he fucked me like you did, the answer is no.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Matthew…” you sigh. “He’s going through something, like I said. Last night, hell, I should thank you for last night.”

“Please don’t.”

“Come here,” you tap his shoulder with your foot. Glancing up and back he sees your arms opened wide for him. “Come here, Jeno.”

Rolling his eyes he scoffs. “I’m a grown ass man. I don’t need to be coddled like a child.”

“A woman has her arms open for you and you deny laying against her. Wow…”

“If it’s for pity then hell yeah I won’t go into your arms!”

“It’s not for pity. It’s for comfort. Something is bothering you. Jeno, as much as you helped me and were there for me, I want to be there for you.”

“I gave you a nice fuck that was it. I hardly think that constitutes as helping you and being there for you.”

“JENO!” You shout startling him. “Either get your pouting behind up here or leave now!”

Shocked his eyes dart across your face. Defeated he plops down on top of you. His arms encircling your waist while his head rests on your chest.

“I do need to thank you. Yesterday,” you giggle. “Yesterday you made me feel like I was someone to be desired. That I wasn’t made of glass. Matthew treats me with kid gloves but you,” your hand runs through his hair. “You treated me how I’ve always dreamed Matthew would treat me. To just fuck the shit out of me!”

“Damn you have issues don’t you?” Jeno chuckles, glancing up at you.

“Yes, I do.” You say bluntly.

“I didn’t mean it like that…”

“I do have issues. What I want and desire go against what my husband finds suitable. However, last night after you left, something changed in Matthew’s demeanor. He looked at me like a husband who wanted to dive into the depths of lust and desire. For once in our whole marriage I thought this is it! This is what I’ve been waiting for.”

“So he did fuck you…”

“Yes, and no. It was only when he was going to come did he enter me. And even then,” you groan. “He didn’t finish inside of me. He never does.”

“And that’s a problem?”

“Yes and no. When you came inside of me,” you start to feel your face getting warm. “I don’t know there was something very intimate about the act that I loved. I just wish Matthew understood how I feel about it.”

“Are you not going to tell me what happened? I mean who knows,” Jeno kisses your neck tenderly. “Maybe we can give it a shot too.”

“I was on top of him grinding against him. That’s it.”

Pulling away from you Jeno’s gaze goes from shocked to furious. “Well no shit your back is killing you! Are you crazy?! I tried my damndest to make sure your back wasn’t going to strain too much and here you are sputtering on top of your husband like a crazy person!”

“It was in the heat of the moment!”

“Heat of the moment my ass! That’s it, on your stomach! Now I’ve got to try to work out all of your stupid mistakes and then some!”

“Come on we were having a nice moment…”

“On your stomach now!!!”

“WHY?!!!!!!”

“Je-Jeno…” your breath hitches as his fingers ghost over your inner thighs.

“Hush, I’m working.”

“Are you?” You hold back a moan.

“This is a full body massage. You acted stupid and reckless so now we’re going through preventative measures.”

“And your hands between my thighs are for what reason?”

“Did I not speak clearly when I said full body massage?”

Squeezing tightly at your quadriceps, Jeno moves his hands up over your pelvic bones and back down to your thighs. Now laying in your back after an eon of Jeno tortuously working out the severe kinks in your back he decided to give you a full body massage. Sort of a sorry for breaking you even more than you were already broken. However, every time he slides his hands up and down your thighs, his ring and pinky fingers ghost between your legs — ever so close to your core.

“You know you really didn’t need to give me a full body massage. I was fine after the back massage. This is a little much…” you squeak feeling his pinky finger graze your outer folds. “JENO!”

Licking his lips Jeno looks down at you innocently. “What is it?”

“You know exactly what! You’re trying to touch me!”

“Sweetheart if I was going to touch you I would have already. Like I said this is a full body massage and I want to be as thorough as possible.”

“Thorough my ass…”

With one quick glance to see your gaze is off to the side Jeno slips his hands between your legs gripping your inner thighs.

“Jeno!!!!”

“I need to massage your inner thighs too. Geez you’re jumpy.” He tsks.

“I’m not…you’re doing this on purpose!” You gulp feeling your body become warmer the longer this massage progresses.

“Doing what on purpose?”

“Damn it, Jeno!”

Sliding his hands out from between your legs, he looms over you, his arms holding his body up. Lowering himself to where his breath cascades over your face he chuckles. “I promise nothing is going to happen unless you want it to happen. Yesterday,” he lowers himself more, the heat from his body mixing with yours. “Yesterday we were caught up in our emotions. Today, well, I don’t want to break you.”

“Break me? How in the hell do you think you’ll break me?”

“Yesterday was a taste of what’s to come in the future,” leaning on one arm, Jeno’s other hand travels down your body gently until he cups your core. Your breath hitches as his eyes darken. “So do both me and your husband a favor and get better soon. Mostly for me though,” bending down he snags your lower lip between his teeth.

“Ahhhh!!!! Jeno!!”

“What?” He pulls back smiling sweetly.

Your pelvis raises to meet his hand. Adding some pressure that you desperately needed to feel. “Help me…”

“Which way do you prefer?” He places a kiss on your lips. “Mouth,” he licks your lips. “Or fingers?”

“Mouth!!” You gasp when he rubs over your pulsing nub over top your pajama shorts.

“Excellent choice,” he growls before pulling away from you.

“J-Just this…o-okay? Nothing more!” You try to lay some ground rules.

Settling between your legs, Jeno makes himself comfortable. “Of course. I wouldn’t think of doing more.”

“Jeno…” you whisper.

“Yes?”

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

The room becomes quiet as the two of you stare into each other's eyes. Reaching up, Jeno grabs the waistband of your shorts as well as your underwear and yanks them down your legs until you can pull one leg out. Leaving the other leg entangled with your clothing, he pushes your right leg open to give him access to your soaking cunt.

“Enough with those questions. If and when I have a problem with things you’ll be the first to know.”

Gripping onto the bed sheets for what’s about to come you brace yourself. But what happens next shocks you…

Leaning in, Jeno kisses over your mound gently. His lips barely touching you. Feeling as if a feather was lightly brushing against your skin. Taking his time to leave no area untouched you find this soft and sweet side very arousing and shocking.

Not that you’re complaining but Jeno has an air about him that when he looks at you all you want to do is spread your legs and have him fuck the daylights out of you. To have him kissing your soaking outer folds with such tenderness is unexpected, but extremely enjoyable!

Looking up with a look in his eyes you haven’t seen yet, he spreads open your folds giving your clit a little smooch as well. Jerking slightly he continues his sweet actions until every part of your pussy has been shown some form of affection.

“Jeno~~~” you moan gently.

Smiling lightly at the sound of you saying his name, he sticks out his tongue and licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit.

“Ahhh~~~ yes!!!”

Wrapping his lips around your overly sensitive bundle of nerves he suckles on your clit like a newborn babe — giving himself a break to breathe every now and then he doesn’t stop pleasuring you. He sucks, licks, and lapse all of your juices that seep from you.

Your body coming alive as a particular swipe of his tongue at your entrance has your slick pouring out of you, Jeno does a good job of cleaning you up.

“You taste amazing,” he compliments with a loud slurp of your juices. “I should have done this yesterday!”

“My pussy is yours anytime you want it,” you say deliriously.

Peering up and seeing the rise and fall of your chest and your already fucked out expressions, Jeno lowers himself back to your pussy. “I wouldn’t say that if I were you…” He warns.

Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he pulls you down closer to his mouth. Diving into your pussy with more vigor, he has your back arching in mere seconds. Gripping onto his hair you keep him right where you want him. His lips smooching your clit, his tongue flicking quickly over your bud driving you closer to the edge.

Hips starting to grind against his face, he swiftly pushes down on your pelvic bones. “Don’t strain your back,” he pops up between your legs — face flustered pink, lips swollen, with your slick all over his lips and chin.

“Your mouth feels too good. I can’t help it.” You whimper.

“When you’re better you can ride my face, okay? But for now,” he dives back down giving your pussy — entrance to clit, a long hard lick, “keep your back flat and your hips down,” he kisses your inner thigh.

“Fine…” you grumble.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

The moment Jeno whispers ‘good girl’ your body engulfs in flames. From your toes to the top of your head your body tingles with something you’ve never felt before. How could two simple words cause you to react in such a way.

Now, the slightest touch from him has you moaning loudly. A mere flick of his tongue has your body sliding down closer to his mouth. Your breath choppy as you try to breathe. The air not making it quite to your lungs before another moan escapes you. Heart pounding in your chest and ears your stomach starts to churn. Heat pooling to your core, your hand flails to Jeno’s hair gripping on it tightly.

“Don’t you fucking stop, Jeno.” You groan.

Sucking on your clit harder, groan after groan comes from you. Wanting to twist and turn, to grind against his lips, to do something to quicken things to reach your climax you do the only thing you can do — fist the bed sheets until you can’t feel your fingers.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes!!!” You thrash your arms down onto the bed. “Faster!!! Please!!! Faster!!!”

Keeping his tongue out, Jeno bobs his head up and down while his tongue skates over your clit and entrance. Holding your folds wide open he slurps and soaks every inch of your pussy. Your body starts to tremble as the swiftness of his tongue starts to send you over.

Legs starting to enclose around him your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Sh-Sh-Shit!!!!” You screech. “Ahhh fuck!!!!”

Pulling back from you, Jeno hastily rubs his fingers over your clit.

“Fuck!!! Yes!!! Yes!!!”

A burst of liquid comes from you in a stream. Doing his best, Jeno bends down taking your squirt into his mouth. Clamping his mouth over your pussy, your juices have no other place to go but down his throat. Drinking you up, he takes every last bit of your essence.

Body twitching and sensitive, Jeno lapse up some of your squirt that dropped from the corners of his mouth. Using his tongue he makes sure that you’re as clean as can be before coming up to you for a kiss.

“Thanks for that,” he smirks against your lips. “Was a little thirsty there.”

“Tha-That was…amazing!!!” You wrap your legs around his waist. “Fuck, Jeno!”

Crashing his lips onto yours, you clean up the mess you made. Relishing in the taste of your essence, your eyes for a second time roll back into your head. But not before you lick over his neck to get the remnants of your slick.

“Now I can’t wait till I’m better!” You sigh. Your head falling back against the bed.

Laying his body on top of yours, you wrap your arms around Jeno securely. “Why?”

“If you made me come that much when I wasn’t able to do anything, imagine when I’m better and can ride your face!” You squeal.

Busting out in laughter Jeno buries his face in the crook of your neck. “You want to drown me don’t you?”

“Never!!! But I am certified in CPR if anything happens.” You giggle hugging him tightly.

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“Sweetheart! Jeno!!!” Matthew shouts as he walks through the door. Body drenched in sweat with a pizza and a small bag in hand.

“She’s upstairs taking a nap,” Jeno raises a finger to his lips coming down the stairs as quietly as possible. “She passed out after the massage.”

“Well, we’ll have to save some pizza for her then.” He holds up the box. “I also picked up some soda on the way home.”

“Oh wow a pizza!!!”

“Didn’t know what you liked so I just got pepperoni and some Cola.”

“Perfect, let’s eat!”

Heading to the kitchen, Jeno offers to carry the pizza and the sodas. Setting them down at the table he glances over at Matthew who cools himself off with some cold water from the sink. The atmosphere light and less awkward then this morning.

“Was she really tight today?” Matthew asks taking a seat at the table.

“Yeah, her lower back had a lot of tough knots but I think the pain meds and the massage will take away any discomfort.”

“It was my fault. After our conversation I got ahead of myself when I should have just let her rest.” Matthew states popping open a can of cola and sliding it to Jeno.

“Thanks,” Jeno takes a sip. “Exactly what was it about our conversation that led you to do whatever it was.” Curiosity getting the best of him, Jeno leans forward. “What exactly happened, if you don’t mind me asking.”

His face turning a bright pink, Matthew pops open his can of soda chugging a good amount down. “Uhhh, well, we kind of…we-we didn’t do it do it, but we did other things.” He fidgets in his seat.

“Wait, you guys didn’t fuck? Why not?” Jeno chuckles trying to keep the mood light, however inside his stomach churns in an uncomfortable manner.

“You can’t expect me to fu…I mean have intercourse with my wife when she’s in pain!!!”

“I mean missionary’s always an option. It’s okay but not my favorite. Why not go with that?”

“Missionary?” Matthew peeks up from looking at his soda.

“You know when the girls on her back and the guys in between her legs. The typical position. Now me,” he leans in smirking. “While missionary is great, there’s something about the woman on top, or taking her from behind.” Jeno wiggles his brows.

Opening up the box of pizza Matthew takes out a slice and urges Jeno to start eating as well. “From behind…” he whispers. “An-And women like this?”

Munching on the slice of pizza Jeno shrugs. “Depends,” he takes a swig of soda. “Every woman is different. What does…oh shit…maybe I shouldn’t ask…” he laughs.

“Ask what?”

“I was just about to ask what your wife likes in bed.”

“I…I ummm…I know she likes oral,” his face brightens more. “Sort of found that out last night.” Realizing what he just said Matthew sits up straight. “DON’T TELL HER I TOLD YOU!”

“Anything we talk about is safe between us. I won’t say anything. I swear.” Seeing Matthew settle back down Jeno asks in a whisper, “so, she liked you eating her out?”

“A LOT!! I always wanted to try it but…it just felt…dirty, you know?”

“Nope.” Jeno chuckles. “Sex is a part of life. There are moments where it’s sweet and loving or passionate and aggressive and other times where it’s just downright nasty, but even in those moments it’s about the connection. Whether it’s with a lifelong partner or a one night stand. Two souls, two bodies connected for a brief time…That’s what I love about it.”

“How many people have you been with?”

“Three,” Jeno sighs. “Kind of lame when you think about it. My first time was when I was fourteen. She was a year older and I wanted to seem mature and it lasted all of thirty seconds I think. It was fucking embarrassing! So, when I did it for the second time, a different girl, I basically trained like I was aiming for the Olympics.

“Figured out how to last longer and just realized that even if I came that doesn’t mean it was over. I always make sure that my ladies are thoroughly satisfied. If it takes multiple rounds, so be it. I just want both of us to feel fulfilled by the end of it.”

“And the third person?” Matthew asks. “I’m sure you’ve learned to master things by then.”

Clearing his throat, Jeno averts his gaze. “The third woman,” he says softly. “She was someone I didn’t really know. Someone I had heard about through an acquaintance. But the stories they told and how well a picture they painted of her, man…when I finally met her I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“An absolute beauty. I fucked up in the beginning — said something I shouldn’t, but she was very kind and understanding. She made me feel…seen…you know?” Shaking his head Jeno exhales deeply pushing his can of soda away from him. “Well, anyway, I wish things turned out different but when we did have sex,” he snickers. “It was fucking amazing! The best I ever had. Of course it was…Her heart wasn’t available…”

“You guys broke up?”

“We were never together. She was…is…in love with someone else.”

“I’m sorry Jeno…I know there is someone out there for you. I mean look at me. I never would have thought I’d have such a beautiful wife but here I am!” Reaching over the table Matthew touches Jeno’s hand giving him a reassuring smile. “Just have faith and hang in there.”

Pretending to be embarrassed Jeno looks down and away. “Thanks…anyway…back to the subject at hand. So it seems like you took some of my advice about letting loose. Think you’ll do it again?”

“ABSOLUTELY!” Matthew beams. “Maybe not now though. I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“Yes, please try to keep the fooling around to a minimum.” Jeno laughs holding up his hands. “I think I might get carpal tunnel if the two of you do anything else.”

For the rest of the evening Jeno stayed and talked to Matthew. Strangely having quite a nice time. Matthew, despite being a man of God, was a pretty down to earth person. And yet, as he walks away from your home a darkness seems to surround him. Did he fuck things up for himself and you before the two of you truly experienced each other? Or is Matthew all bark and no bite?

Sighing and shaking his head Jeno takes one look up at your bedroom before sliding his hands into his pants pockets. “As much as it was nice talking to you Matthew,” he whispers to himself. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to walk away after today…”

With a roll of his eyes Jeno disappears into the night.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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sincerely-krp · 5 months ago

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EXPOSING A CASE OF PLAGIARISM

SUMMARY

i’m submitting this on behalf of my friend who’s too afraid to step forward regarding this situation, but considering the circumstances and how they’re a victim of PLAGIARISM, i’ve decided to compile the various information and evidence (with their knowledge and their screenshots) to make this post.

to start off, the context is that this is in a sol oc rp, and everyone is required to post a full biography / profile within a certain timeframe after arriving. the christian yu faceclaim (oc name: justin park) posted his carrd with a FULLY written biography, which my friend quickly realized was completely plagiarised from an old biography they’d written for their muse from years ago.

as a disclaimer, i’m bringing this case to sincerely because despite this being a clear-cut case of plagiarism where an entire written biography was lifted word for word, there was NO PUBLIC ACKNOWLEDGMENT that (1) the mun and muse should’ve been removed for plagiarism and banned for it, and (2) that plagiarism is NOT condoned in an oc roleplay.

my main goal is to expose the plagiarism so that this mun cannot use the same biography that my friend wrote in other roleplays, and to warn any responsible admins out there of this character and mun.

all relevant screenshots have been submitted to sincerely admins in FULL before this post was made.

TIMELINE

1. justin park made the pinned post with a link to his carrd at 1:43AM.

( screenshot of justin’s pinned post with timestamp was confirmed by sincerely )

2. my friend realized that the entire written biography was plagiarised from theirs, word for word, and they actually messaged a friend at 2:32AM to confirm that the biography was indeed familiar because they were in the same old roleplay together (where my friend’s stolen biography was from).

( screenshot of my friend messaging said friend with a link to justin’s carrd was confirmed by sincerely )( screenshot of justin’s carrd with uncensored content was confirmed by sincerely )( screenshot of my friend’s full biography with creation timestamp was confirmed by sincerely )( sincerely admins confirmed that the biography was entirely plagiarised from my friend’s old work )censored version of his carrd because the content doesn’t belong to him. just beware that this person is around and active in the community.

3. obviously, my friend was extremely distraught and wanted an explanation. so they decided to report to the admins first before making any contact with justin directly. my friend messaged the admins, and found out belatedly that justin had edited his pinned post to REMOVE their carrd link, and subsequently deleted their entire carrd. fortunately my friend took screenshots of his carrd before he deleted it.

4. eventually the admins responded to my friend’s initial report and messages at 4:40AM. his departure was announced within the next hour, but plagiarism was NOT addressed in any of the posts made on mewe AND tumblr. it simply looked as though he had left on his own terms. the admins confirmed that they did not address the plagiarism issue with justin because justin messaged them to say that he’ll be leaving due to a “unrelated claims”.

his departure posts were phrased as a normal departure and that it was due to “MUN DECISION”.

below are the screenshots of my friend’s FULL conversation with the admins.

CONCLUSION

i think what was truly more appalling than the actual plagiarism was that they could’ve brought up plagiarism with the mun before removing them from the roleplay, and that they are now on a banned list, but they failed to address this at all with the mun AND on the departure posts. now it simply looked like he decided to leave, not because he was caught red-handed for plagiarizing a FULL biography. as admins of an oc roleplay in the writing community, plagiarism is a serious offence that should’ve been addressed at once and dealt with actual consequences. however this mun got away with it with 0 consequences.

i’m extremely disappointed with the way everything was handled (or the lack thereof), and i’m EXTREMELY angry on behalf of my friend. this was a BLATANT CASE OF PLAGIARISM. it doesn’t take much to simply add a line to their departure post to announce that they were removed / banned for plagiarism, instead of writing that justin’s departure was due to “mun decision”.

all in all keep a look out for this mun, they are very likely still around somewhere with a bunch of stolen shit.

#submission

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trickster-shi · 2 years ago

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I posted 10,253 times in 2022

That's 4,193 more posts than 2021!

32 posts created (0%)

10,221 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,115 of my posts in 2022

#teen wolf - 289 posts

#stiles stilinski - 236 posts

#sterek - 120 posts

#derek hale - 109 posts

#sheriff stilinski - 109 posts

#teen wolf fic - 78 posts

#stranger things spoilers - 71 posts

#home across the universe - 35 posts

#writing - 29 posts

#sterek slow burn - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 130 characters

#9:40am and i'm excited that i just need to write the last scene of this current chapter and then it will be finished barring edits

My Top Posts in 2022:

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Category: Gen

Chapters: 1/1

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski & Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski & Sheriff Stilinski

Tags: Theo Raeken (Mentioned), Donovan (Mentioned) Dread Doctors AU, Homeless Stiles Stilinski, Runaway Stiles Stilinski, Thief Stiles Stilinski, Under a Spell, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Food Insecurity, Mental Health Issues, Nogitsune Trauma, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski

Summary:

As a last ditch, hold on by the fingernails solution, it was inevitable that the tape would fray down to the last thread and break.

Duct tape wasn't meant to last forever. Literally or metaphorically.

After the fight with Scott in the rain, after Stiles nearly gave into the overwhelming impulse to throw that damned wrench at Scott's head, Stiles knows he can't stay in Beacon Hills. He doesn't have a pack now, and if he tells Dad he'll no longer have a parent. So Stiles leaves. He gets as far as the Jeep will take him and then he walks a little farther.

Away from home, from everyone he knows, Stiles grapples with the lingering murderous and violent impulses that haunt him day and night and tries to survive while remaining invisible. But duct tape only holds things together for so long. It was never meant to be a permanent solution.

20 notes - Posted April 19, 2022

"It took me a while to understand the lesson in my choices and the tragedies. That's the gift time gives you if you manage to live long enough. You begin to realize that fear is necessary as a warning system, but you can’t let it grow past that into any form of control over your actions.”

Chapter nine is up!

21 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

Can someone have a talk with my muse? I literally finished and posted a 20k+ chapter to a teen wolf fic yesterday and now I’ve got 5k written on a teen wolf one shot crossover with Jurassic World.

Like, yes, I binged the dino movies over the weekend due to the snow storm, but I did not need another thing to write. I’m trying to finish the first one.

Is anyone even interested in that kind of a crossover?

23 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

Chapter Ten: Beat the Boy

"What happened?"

Mini-Stiles opened his mouth but before any words came out he sensed a high-pitched vibration in the air. It was like a rubber band pulled tight, then tighter and tighter. It dug into his head, his chest. Then it snapped.

Mini-Stiles whipped around toward the gyms.

Stiles was in trouble.

He didn't bother to say anything. Mini-Stiles just ran, blindly following the magic in the air he knew belonged to his brother.

Chapter Ten has arrived! I think I need a nap, and some chocolate. You're gonna need tissues, though.

24 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Fandom: Teen Wolf, Firefly

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Jordan Parrish, Alan Deaton, Laura Hale, Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey

Tags: Accidental Child Acquisition, Accidental Teenager Acquisition, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Firefly Setting, Stilinski Family Feels, Sheriff Stilinski's Name is John, Young Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Not a Firefly Retelling

Summary: John Stilinski used to be a man of the law, a sheriff on his home planet of Beacon 3, and never thought he’d have need to stop off on such a planet as this, but life had long since taught him that what he thought was right or true was usually never what the rest of the ‘verse reflected or practiced.

Much to his everlasting regret and grief.

John finally has his son back after spending seven years trying to free him from the Alliance's Academy, but Stiles did not escape alone and both he and Lydia are harboring deep secrets. With two traumatized kids under his care, a ship in need of repair and extra crew, John goes out on a limb to hire three people on Deaton's recommendation. He sincerely hopes it doesn't bit him in the ass, because these new hires are former Browncoats. John, and his first mate Jordan Parrish, fought under the Alliance.

24 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

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austincharcoal · 1 year ago

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OCTOBER 2023 MEDITATION LOG

this was inspired by an assignment in my english 101 class. it prompted us to watch/read some mainstream articles/vids about meditation and try meditating for 3 days in a row, then write about it.

Fri, Sep 29 1:05am Watched the Light Watkins TedX video. Interest was piqued when he said that meditation brings a deeper rest than is possible in sleep. Then he went on and on about the difference in biological age when you meditate. Excited to try more rigorous meditation schedule. Meditated 1:35-1:45am, was really nice. Came close to falling asleep a couple times, I am very tired. Felt grateful to be living in the city hearing rain sounds on the street.

Sat, Sep 30 9:01pm Took a break from anatomy notes & electronic music to meditate 10 mins. Had a hard time keeping my mind off [redacted]. The things that were difficult then would be easier now that I’ve matured and relaxed a bit. But [redacted].

Sun, Oct 1 10:38am Tried to do 10 min meditation during AA meeting but had to poop after like 4 mins. Did 10 full mins after meeting ended. It’s easier in the mornings, but I can feel I have lost the groove to a large degree. Still, morning meditation is simpler. By the evening my brain is usually in full pleasure-seeking mode. Mornings I’m usually reeling a bit from soreness and stiffness.

Mon, Oct 2 8:45pm Did 10 mins sitting up. It’s wild how my body is aware that it’s tired but my mind ignores it, until I try to meditate sitting up and have to fight off sleep over and over. Maybe I should turn in early tonight. When I was awake, I was releasing thoughts about food and women, as usual. Laughed a bit to myself remembering how excited [redacted] was to find the “hidden veggies” pasta recipe on TikTok.

Tue, Oct 3 1:19pm Late start today. Brewed coffee then laid down to meditate before drinking it. Lot of sexy thoughts bouncing around! Hard to bring my racing mind down today. Probably because I didn’t sleep well. This is somehow becoming both a mediation and a sleep log.

Wed, Oct 4 9:40am 10 min meditation during morning meeting.

Thu, Oct 5 12:28pm Had been sinking into phone-greyout, scrolling haze, absolute oblivion, and needed a break. 10 min meditation was the only thing that could work. Counted breaths for most of the 10 mins, after english prof. explained during class that counting breaths is the important part of '20 breaths' meditation. It def helped during 10 min meditation. Leg pain was distracting so toward the end started stretching a bit. Feel refreshed and ready to sit down for some studying before work.

Fri, Oct 6 11:52am Watched the Andy Puddicombe Ted Talk. I liked his analogy about knowing you have a loose tooth and continuing to mess with it even though you’re in pain. Meditated for 10 mins. Feel less overwhelmed about how many things I need to do this afternoon. I’m calmer and more apt to work through them in an organized manner without resorting to distractions. Thought about what to say to [redacted], thought about doing dishes and stretching and listening to new Drake album and taking anatomy notes and making a doctor’s appointment. Tried to recenter and focus on breaths a few times.

Sat, Oct 7 10:30am Meditated during morning meeting.

Sun, Oct 8 9:51am Meditated during morning meeting. Thought about my plans for the day (going to NYC to have dinner with my aunt), thought about my mom and my grandma, thought about the family counselor Dr. Prakash who taught me to meditate in 4th grade. Used breath counting to help 'let go' of thoughts and return to quiet mind.

Mon, Oct 9 9:50am Meditated during morning meeting but was kinda drifting in and out of sleep.

8:45pm Went to [redacted]. It got kinda intense but [redacted]. Decided to decompress by meditating together for 10 minutes. It was beautiful and memorable.

Tue, Oct 10 2:10pm Read ½ of NYT meditation article then set 10 min timer to meditate. Lots of thoughts running through my head, I can be so obsessive about personal stuff. Was good to have a break from that, even though I didn’t really want the break, I wanted to keep obsessing. Post-break though, I feel better. Body is really sore since I’ve gotten 17k steps, two days in a row. So before the 10 mins were up I got out of my chair and started doing some stretches with eyes closed. Love combining stretches and closed eye meditation. Definitely feel better now, and my 'mindfulness muscle' is getting a tiny bit stronger each day. I find it easier to return to the centered calmness of counting breaths.

Wed, Oct 11 Didn’t meditate

Thu, Oct 12 10:47am Meditated 10 mins after morning meeting. Really out of the groove today but tried to just count 100 breaths. Thought about chopping wood for work, about sex, about being messy in romantic relationships, about stretching after meditation, about the kid in my math class who seems to be following along better than anyone else.

Fri, Oct 13 Didn’t meditate

Sat, Oct 14 9:45am Meditated during morning meeting.

Sun, Oct 15 2:01pm Took a break from studying anatomy to meditate. Was sort of fighting off sleep part of the time. Said simple prayers to ask for God’s will to be done, and to discover what that will is. Prayed also for a loving and generous spirit in my heart.

Mon, Oct 16 11:00pm Meditated 10 mins after looking at Twitter/Reddit for ~3 hours. I think I need to try 15 or 20 minute meditations because sometimes I find myself totally distracted and overstimulated for more than half of a 10 minute meditation. That was the case this time. At some points I opened my eyes and just stared at the wall to keep from thinking about downtown Montreal, or applying to a Master’s program in 5 years, or how I had a bad attitude at work the other day.

Tue, Oct 17 12:14pm Been feeling emotionally unhinged lately, lowkey lashing out at people. Trying to redirect. Meditation is a good starting place. Meditated 10 minutes and had to stop myself over and over from planning out my day. How much time will I spend in the restaurant working on prep? How much time on schoolwork? Will I have time to pick up a cleaning project? Could I meditate for 10 minutes on the clock? Who will I see there and what will the vibe be when I talk to them? Used breath counting to reel in some of the thoughts. Asked God for help. I have a long way to go toward being centered, organized, disciplined. Please, God, help me make some progress today.

Wed, Oct 18 Didn’t meditate

Thu, Oct 19 10:30am Meditated in morning meeting. Feel at peace with my life, with who I am and where I’m at, with my propensity for anxiety, for mistakes, for seeing things through a distorted lens. I’m gonna keep learning and I’m gonna be okay.

Fri, Oct 20 10:30am Meditated in morning meeting. Had trouble staying quiet mentally. In the meeting we talked about the 'confusion' that exists without a spiritual connection. Thought about how meditation and confusion are like exact opposites. Lot of confusion and noise for me lately. Meditation must be one of the main solutions. Not just meditation but a meditation practice. Prayer as well, I need more of that. Talked about meditation with my sponsor later. He recommended I try the 'toes-to-head' meditation.

Sat, Oct 21 9:00am Made coffee then meditated for 10 mins before meeting.

9:45am Meditated for 10 mins in morning meeting. It felt good to get more time in. Would like to do one longer session but 10x2 was easy and felt very calming.

Sun, Oct 22 9:30am Set a timer and laid on yoga mat to meditate for 10 minutes. Said a prayer for my mom and grandma, who are going through a difficult time. Had to keep returning to baseline as I kept fantasizing about sex with [redacted], who I’ve been texting. Sex is a constant refrain for my tired brain, I think I’m subconsciously convinced that there’s some simple relief there. But intellectually I know it’s never that simple, relationships are complicated and usually come with more stress than being single. Important to talk myself down from these underlying desires.

Mon, Oct 23 Didn’t meditate. Busy day, but I think I need to start finding more time. It’s possible to replace some of my phone-scrolling time with meditation every day, sometimes I just don’t do it. This log is helping me stay accountable and showing me what I need to change to meditate more.

Tue, Oct 24 12:45pm Meditated 10 mins laying on yoga mat. Was really able to start calm with deep breaths, maybe because I was laying down. Often I start with a hectic mind and try to calm it for the first 5 mins.

Wed, Oct 25 10:30am Didn’t meditate? Can’t remember

Thu, Oct 26 11:45am Meditated 10 mins. Sick with a cold, hopefully not worse. Did not want to meditate but do feel a bit better

Fri, Oct 27 9:48pm Meditated 8 mins. Got antsy during the last two. Feeling very baby because the cold is actually a flu or something. Lots of schoolwork to do before tomorrow night. Trying to stay calm and not get overwhelmed.

Sat, Oct 28 8:15pm Meditated 10 mins which led to me napping for another 30. Very ill but still going to work and studying. Sad!

Sun, Oct 29 Did not meditate. Walked for 2 hours listening to an old interview with Brad Phillips, he talked a lot about 12 step program, psychedelic drug experiences, Zen vs. Tibetan Buddhism. Helpful for pondering meditation and how to consider it in my life.

Mon, Oct 30 10:45am Meditated 10 mins after morning meeting. Health is improving slightly. Trying to spend the day doing work, chores, service to others, or meditative things like prayer, listening to spiritual talks, walking. Trying to leave alone the chaotic, noisy things that are really perpetuating my discomfort and dissatisfaction.

Tue, Oct 31 2:03pm Meditated 10 mins after writing for English class, before going for a walk and calling my sponsor. Turns out I had covid. At least it's almost over. Same with October. What's next.

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cancerfawn · 1 year ago

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HALLOWEEN23 5:40am

I just got done putting on make up my on my dad for his beer, lady costume and then I wrote in my journal where I didn’t really like doing more here like I wanted to talk like speech to text here because I wanted to talk to you and that’s what I’m doing right now Well I really like my red pen my red syringe pen from spirit Halloween. It’s broken like on the thing you push down to make the make it right so I put an old pre-roll that’s like smoke down to the end to the tip. It’s pushing down it keeps down the thing you write with, so that works perfect ha ha I really hope I Read More my journal like I hope if you come the day without like I do this frequently because I really like how it makes me feel like I don’t know it just feels right like I took like a couple hits of the pin and I just feel right running and my sister‘s gonna be getting up in like four minutes I’m gonna get in the world to do what I plan on doing when I try to do every day like inhaler and brush my teeth and it says stretches and I never I’ve never done the stretches. I think I’m really going to try this time and then also a bunch of other stuff I want to do too, but I also do have to be ready by 2 PM to go with my dad to get my permit. I’m so cool if I get my permit today and the date is Halloween had to pick out a cute outfit for it that’s so cool I really like doing this. It makes me feel really organized like what I speak it out loud. I said it’s all in my head and it’s like beans bacon in the tech so I can just go back and read it so cold, I love being in love I really do life really is beautiful when you have people that care about you and love you and I wish I recognize it sooner so many times my own apathy in my own self hatred blocked me off from others, deep devotion and love, but when I’m saying this like I’m not thinking about all the bad that was happening when I was feeling that bad too like I just don’t think about it like it’s hard to really remember like I was sad for a reason things around me were a lot worse with things around me still or all that good but it makes it a lot easier to be happier I’m really bad I have a wonderful boyfriend. He’s so cool and amazing and I love being in love and I need to go through my camera in Corral starbucks I need to go to my iCloud storage on my computer and delete shit 200 going to go far as a straight videos Stretch videos I was yawning when I said that and I think I’m going to also do you want to eat first actually and then not stretch out to the thing that because I’m feeling I’m rubbing my eyes I’m I’m tired what do you spell asleep, so that’s that’s the easy thing as well. I want you to go back to sleep after I wake sunshine up but it’s like I also need to eat so I’ll just be putting stuff off until later today like I’ll be brushing my teeth and eating and taking my inhaler and I’ll just be later today or probably won’t even let me do my inhaler and I still have to brush my teeth again when I wake up so it’s all just kind of like, doing what I Gotta do like it’s just doing things I should be doing but don’t really have to but what I should be so there’s a good way to like push myself and I do this every day, but like the apparent pointlessness of it keeps pounding on my head, but like it’s not pointless at all OK it’s 544. I’m going to post listen go wake my sister up will probably walk in the kitchen person. Look at the expiration date on the milk cause I kind of want cereal OK yes queen

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sheena-yuet · 2 years ago

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George began to chant the air around him moved strongly as if preparing to fullfil his desire.

All Dream could do was stare amazed and fearfully at the elf as he felt the stronger presence of magic surround him, soon the elf's loud chanting began to quiet down until nothing, and suddenly Dream felt nothing as well, nothing constraining him.

As George finished the chanting he was out of breath, honestly a little bit tired, since magic made to trap giants were stronger then most normal spells mainly because giants themselves are strong beings.

George turned back towards Dream, who just stared at him, George wasn't as skilled at picking up on emotions as elf didn't really show it, he couldn't tell if he was fearfully, confused or well he doesn't know what else there could be.

But George wanted to make sure that the spell worked and didn't leave anything, no hidden curses and such, he moved closer and the giant flinches away.

George titled his head confusedly,

"I'm just checking, making sure your alright."

He said plainly

Dream just starred before hesitantly placing his hand out towards the small elf, hand towering over him.

"Is that all you need?"

George nodded looking up.

"Yes."

George moved forward, touching the giants skin and closed his eyes, Dream felt warmth radiate through his hand then up his arms and then to the rest of his body before he knew it the warmth that felt so comfortable faded and a soft voice said

"Done."

Dream looked shocked quickly looking at his hand as if he would be able to see the magic that had just flowed through him.

"Really."

George nodded, pulling the hood back over his ears turning around back facing the giant.

"Your fine , I'll be of."

Before George could even take his first step the giants voice softly said

"Wait."

George turned back around confusedly

"Why, are you feeling unwell?"

(That's all I got sorry for the poor writing it's 2:40AM I'm tired, this is just an idea inspired by your work, please excuse any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors as I am tired.)

O.M.G. THIS IS SO GOOOOOOOOD!!!mua mua mua <3 Same here writing at 2am gang ahahaha

I really like that the way how George speaks just simple and short ,just get to the point. And dream is just like so scared of him right now ahaha kinda cute xD

And really thankful for extending my story qwq! It means to me a lot <3

Don’t know how to show how thankful I am, I drew some scene from the extent content! But idk how to put them together with the inbox grey box like they would separate :p I’m try my best. They all kinda rough cuz I don’t really have enough time for doing the line art oof

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But George wanted to make sure that the spell worked and didn't leave anything, no hidden curses and such, he moved closer and the giant flinches away.

Dream just starred before hesitantly placing his hand out towards the small elf, hand towering over him.

George nodded, pulling the hood back over his ears turning around back facing the giant.

"Your fine , I'll be off .”

#mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #giant/tiny #giant!dream #giant and tiny #tiny!george #g/t #giant tiny #dsmp g/t #g/t art #tinyhero #inbox response

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angelst4re · 2 years ago

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you and jamie take a drive when you can’t sleep & end up jamming out to some 70’s/80’s music

i love this idea!!! and i could 100% imagine this happening <3

Night Drive- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

୨♡୧ warnings: none!

୨♡୧ note: i just realised this is quite short :( i really need to start writing longer fics!! also- i just had to include bohemian rhapsody into this, if you know, you know.

“Y/n?” Jamie’s voice was no more than a whisper, “are you awake?”

“Yeah,” you reply, turning to face your boyfriend, “what gave it away?”

Jamie turns the lamp on his side of the bed on, causing you eyes to squeeze shut due to the sudden brightness.

“Sorry!” He apologises, turning it back off, “I thought you were awake, you normally make sounds or talk in your sleep.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah,” he starts to giggle, reaching for his phone and turning the torch on, “this any better?”

“Much better,” you smile, now you can see him. “What’s the time?”

“Uh, 2:40am.” He answers, then shines the phone-torch at the clock on the other side of your room, “I’m wide awake. What should we do?”

“You sound like a child at a sleepover,” you giggle.

“A child?” He gasps, pretending to be offended, “I’m telling my mum-”

“Okay, I’m sorry! Why don’t we go for a drive? The roads will be empty, and I love late night drives!” You slightly squeal in excitement when you mention the late night drive, looking over at your boyfriend with a grin.

Jamie sighed and sat himself up.

“Where should we go?”

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“What radio station is this?” You asked as you began fiddling with the buttons, changing the radio stations until you found something you liked.

“Oh, don’t bother with that, darling. There’s CDs in the back.” He says, pointing to the back seat.

You put the passenger seat back and reached for the CDs, only managing to retrieve a handful. You put the seat back to the original position and began to look through them.

“Found anything?” He asked, looking over as he stopped at the red lights.

“Absolute 70s sounds cool,” you smile, showing him the CD, “Queen, KISS, Bowie, T. Rex, ABBA- what do you think?”

“Put it on!” Jamie grinned, concentrating on the road again.

As you put the disc in and turned the volume up, Bohemian Rhapsody began playing and Jamie mouthed the lyrics and pretended to play the piano on the wheel.

“Mama! Life had just begun…”

“But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away!”

As you sang together, Jamie opened all the windows in his car- you weren’t around any other cars or houses anymore, you looked out and saw you were in the countryside.

After the first song finished, you immediately recognised the next one and began to move to the beat (as well as you could, being in a car.)

“There’s not a soul out there…” You sang, facing Jamie.

“No one to hear my prayer!”

“Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight!” You sang together, giggling at how your voices sounded together.

“What’s next?” Jamie asked, you picked the case back up and scanned for the next song- number 20. You didn’t answer him as you could tell he knew what song it was as it started to play.

“Do do do, do-do, do-do, do do, do do do, do-do, do-do…”

“Tonight…��

“I wanna give it all to you…”

“In the darkness!”

“There’s so much I wanna do…”

You both took turns singing along, you couldn’t help but laugh- you were having so much fun.

“I WAS MADE FOR LOVING YOU, BABY, YOU WERE MADE FOR LOVING ME!” You sang together at the top of your lungs, not caring about anything else in the moment.

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lsvdw-blog · 4 years ago

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Not a Minute More: Part I

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings; Rating: Minor angst at the end; General

Premise: Ethan and MC are living in a honeymoon bliss and going about their normal routine. Then something happens that rocks Ethan to his core and threatens to change his life.

Author’s Note: New series comin' at ya! This is my first time writing fluff, so please excuse me if it's cringey 😅 Thank you to @choiceskatie for pre-reading!! I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading 💖

~ Monday, 7:00am ~

“Good morning, handsome.”

Serena walks up to an omelette-making Ethan, wraps her arms around his waist, and places a gentle kiss on his shoulder blade.

Ethan places one hand over hers, a smile spreading across his face, while the other wields a spatula.

He plates the omelette, turns the stove off, and turns in Serena’s arms to face her. He tightly envelops her, placing a sweet kiss on her lips.

“Good morning, indeed,” he smiles.

“Mmm, that’s my line,” she says, her hands moving leisurely up his bare chest, and her eyes trailing hungrily over his gym-honed physique.

Ethan lets out a hearty chuckle, turning slightly to grab their breakfast.

“As much as I’d love to take you back to bed," he gives her a quick peck, "you have a big day ahead of you, so,” he hands her a plate, “actual protein.”

“Buzzkill,” Serena pouts as she takes the ham, cheese, and veggie omelette from him. Ethan shakes his head in amusement and places one hand on her lower back to guide her towards the dining room table.

“For now, but in 10 hours…” he raises an eyebrow and smirks at her.

“10 hours and not a minute more,” she responds, sitting down, and giving him a stern look.

He laughs again. Something he’s been doing a lot more of since she came into his life. “Yes, baby.”

That seems to please Serena as she smiles and does a little wiggle in her chair, cutting into her omelette.

His apartment overlooks the glittering Charles River and the towering Boston skyline — a view people would kill for. But he’s not paying attention. His eyes are trained on the woman next to him. His t-shirt falls to her mid-thighs, her midnight hair tied at the nape of her neck, and the dainty gold necklace she never takes off is brilliant in the early morning glow. Serena shifts slightly and the faint smell of sunscreen wafts towards him.

“SPF on the face is important!” He grins at the memory.

She spends most of her time at Ethan's place nowadays. It's more private, compared to her shared apartment, and there's more space for them to sprawl out and be a couple. They cook dinner together, with Ethan learning to make her favorite dishes and incessantly asking her to taste test to ensure he gets the flavor right. They've made loading the dishwasher and walking Jenner into a two person job. He's even caught her stashing away some of his clothes in her overnight bag before: "I'm borrowing them!"

On the off nights when she insists on staying at her place to catch up on laundry or spend time with her friends, Ethan goes home to a dark and unwelcoming apartment. There is no source of laughter, light, or warmth. He never noticed it before, but now, Serena is his source of all of that, and more. Home is wherever she is.

How did I get so lucky?

“Why aren’t you eating?” Her head is tilted to the side and her brows are slightly furrowed.

Her question brings him out of his trance. He stares at her for a beat, his azure eyes filled with adoration. “Just admiring the view.”

Serena rolls her eyes and goes to playfully smack his arm, but he catches it. Interlaces their fingers and brings it to his lips. Her eyes soften as they gaze at each other.

“I could get used to mornings like this, you know," he rumbles.

"Yeah?"

He nods his head. "Yeah. I love spending them with you."

"The feeling is mutual, Dr. Ramsey." She leans in, stopping a hair's breadth away from his lips. "But I gotta get ready for my big day now," she says with a glint in her eye.

Ethan tries, and fails, to catch her lips with his own as she leans away and gets up from the table. "You're such a tease."

"Am I? Or are you just getting slow in your old age?" She playfully retorts.

Ethan stands abruptly from the table, chasing after her. Serena squeals in surprise and takes off towards the ensuite.

~ 7:40am ~

Ethan is leaning against the doorframe, arms and feet crossed, admiring Serena as she applies the finishing touches to her makeup.

"How many times are you going to stare at me today?" Serena questions.

He pushes off the doorframe and walks over to her. "As many times as you'll allow Rookie."

He hugs her waist. "Are you ready for today?"

Serena sighs and leans back into him. "I'm a little nervous. If testing doesn't go well today, we'll have to start from scratch. All our work, gone."

For the past few months, Serena has been consulting on a classified research project headed by scientists and engineers at Harvard University. The team was incredibly impressed with her capabilities, shown in saving Dr. Banerji's life and being the 2nd youngest member of the renowned Edenbrook Diagnostics Team, and liked that she provided a younger perspective. They brought her on and Ethan makes the 15 minute detour to drop her off three times a week.

"You all are ready. It will go great."

She locks eyes with him in the mirror. "Thank you, E."

~ 8:15am ~

Ethan puts the car in park, turns on his hazards, and turns to look at her.

"I can't wait to hear all about how today was an absolute success. You don't need it, but good luck." He squeezes her hand.

She nods. "Only 8 hours and 45 minutes left."

"And not a minute more," he smiles at her before leaning in to kiss her.

Ethan pulls away first, not wanting her to be late, but Serena continues to go back in for more soft kisses. After the sixth one, she finally pulls away smiling. She opens the car door, swings her legs out, and walks through the secured entrance.

~ 11:00am ~

The Diagnostics Team currently has no patients, so Ethan's morning is mundane, filled with meetings and endless paperwork. He itches to call Serena to break up the monotony, but knows she won't have her phone on her until lunch: no cell phones allowed in the lab. He settles on sending her a quick text — it'll be waiting for her. He pulls up their messaging thread, sends the text, and his eyes wander upward to see the remnants of their last conversation.

She had gotten, and dressed, Jenner in a new bow tie. She then blew up Ethan's phone with photos of Jenner, photos of her and Jenner, and even a few where she was wearing one of Ethan's bow ties to match.

"Look, we're twins!!"

Ethan re-scrolls through all of the photos and can't help the smile that lights up his face at how excited she gets about a small accessory for his dog. God, I love her.

There it is again, Ethan thinks. The 3 words and 8 letters that he never thought he'd feel, let alone want to voice. This feeling has become overwhelming in the past few weeks. He's reminded of it whenever he inhales the lingering scent of her perfume in the office, when he finds one of her forgotten face products at his place, the small moments they share when she sneaks away to visit him, "just because." It consumes him and makes his heart swell.

But he knows she's been extremely stressed with project duties, on top of handling the Diagnostics Team and regular patients. It just doesn't seem right to blurt it out when she's juggling so many things. But if all goes well, her portion of the project ends on Thursday and she'll be back to her normal workload. That's why he's been secretly making romantic plans for this weekend, not only to celebrate her success, but to also finally tell her how he feels. He wants the first time he utters those words to her to be special. Magical. Extraordinary. Just like her.

Just then, his pager beeps and he's pulled out of his second Serena trance of the day. He sets his phone down on the table, pulls out his pager, and is met with a message from Dr. Delarosa, asking for a consult. Just as he exits through the door, his phone lights up with a photo of Serena and her incoming call.

~ 2:15pm ~

The consultation with Ines turned into admitting the patient under the Diagnostics Team and the rest of the afternoon was spent running through possible diagnoses. Before he knew it, it had been over 3 hours and Ethan hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning. He can't help but think how much easier this case would be with Serena here and her perspective. Not only does her presence help keep him calm, but she always comes up with suggestions that would inevitably lead to the correct diagnosis. He throws his glasses on the table and pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.

He begins to stand, wanting to make his way to his desk, intending to call Serena on the off chance she picks up. However, before he's even able to reach his full height, Dr. Banerji walks in.

"My boy, are you busy?"

"No. Am I needed somewhere?"

Naveen looks at him for a beat too long, causing Ethan's confusion to spike. Naveen walks to the center table and switches on the TV. There, panning around the screen is an aerial view of the Harvard University lab complex, surrounded by police cars and SWAT members, as well as multiple aircraft. In bold letters, scrolling endlessly across the bottom of the screen is: Possible attack at Harvard University labs. On lockdown.

Ethan gawks at the screen with wide eyes and his pulse immediately picks up.

"Isn't Serena at Harvard labs today?"

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Disclaimer: I know Ethan starts his day and gets to the hospital at an ungodly hour, but let's ignore that bc I am my MC is not a morning person 😅

#ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey x mc #playchoices #ethan ramsey fanfiction #ethan ramsey fic #ethan ramsey open heart #choices open heart #open heart #open heart fic #choices stories you play

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bebepac · 3 years ago

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Six Sentence Sunday 07.11.21

Original Post Date: 07/11/21 at 11:40am EST

If no one else is excited to see it, I am. Happy to bring you another six sentence Sunday with all my unfinished WIPS I have going on that are still not complete. We’ll get there someday. We will I promise. Work is still work, but I have to look at the bright side, I should be thankful I have a job and have had a job during this whole pandemic even though being Essential has not been easy and down right scary at times, especially when Covid went through my Pharmacy, and it seemed like every other day we had someone with a positive diagnosis.

Here’s what I’ve posted in the past week in case you missed it and tags were being terrible, which we know they are always “perfect.”

Mia’s 🌎 World: Date Night With Mia and Rubi

The Days the Earth Stood Still: Finding You Again 🍋🍋🍋

What are you working on: @dcbbw @phoenixrising308 @sirbeepsalot @speedyoperarascalparty @burnsoslow @sfb123 @ao719

SHOW ME THE STORY!!!!!!!

Without Further Ado, here’s the WIPS I’ve actually written on in this past week.

Leave Me Snow-Lone

The Life of Riley Book 2: Chapter 6

The Book: TRR

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Status: Still in the writing process

“Our first stop is Lythikos which is the home of Duchess Olivia.”

“Hmmmm… Lythikos….. I wonder what kind of place spawned the ice queen herself Maxwell?” She inquired.

Riley quickly googled Lythikos on her smartphone.

“In Lythikos the average annual temperature ranges from negative 45 degrees Fahrenheit at the most elevated parts of the interior, to 50 degrees along the coast. Most of the region is covered with snow between 60 to 70% of the year….. A place that is literally an Ice Castle. This makes a lot of sense now.” She continued on. “Lythikos Woods, home of the infamous Sabrewolf.”

She abruptly stopped and glanced up at Maxwell in confusion.

So what exactly is a Sabrewolf Maxwell? Is it a real beast?”

Before Maxwell could barely open his mouth, Olivia jumped right into the conversation.

“Is it a real beast?” Olivia scoffed. “Of course it’s a real beast! Part saber tooth tiger and part wolf.”

“Sooooooo…. it’s a Cat-dog? I mean how does that even work, is that even possible? Doesn’t sound too threatening, at least not to me.”

“Should you come face to face with one, it will tear you limb from limb. To find one in the wild truly is a death sentence. People have gotten pictures of it from a distance. But nothing ever close-up and personal.”

“So it’s like America’s Bigfoot, Scotland’s Loch Ness Monster, and Puerto Rico with its Chupacabras?”

“No! It’s not a fictitious creature, it is real. It’s majestic.” Olivia puffed out her chest proudly as she spoke. “A truly vicious creature.”

Riley recalled the courier that had brought her food. He was wearing a Lythikos Sabrewolves baseball cap.

“That has it’s own sports team... Riiiiiiight..... So you have you ever seen one?”

“No, I don’t have to see one.”

“Then how do you know it’s real, Olivia?”

“Because I know my Lythikos. And it’s real. Maybe you’ll be lucky enough to find one while you’re visiting.”

“I'll make sure I have my camera with the fuzzy lens to take a picture of it, for proof and I’m at least hundred yards away, and it’s dark as well for good measure. Or maybe I’ll take video, must be out of focus and shaky. Check.”

Olivia stomped her foot, and her face immediately registered pain.

“How’s that knee, still giving you a little trouble Liv?”

“It’s fine, and it will be just perfect with the festivities I have planned to spend time with Prince Liam.”

Olivia hobbled away still clearly nursing her injury from the Defend Your Prince challenge.

Unfurled

The Days the Earth Stood Still: Part 4

The Book: TRH

Pairing: Riley x Nico (TRR MC x M!OC) with past pairing of Liam x Riley

Status: Still in the writing process

William had said his very first word, and tears filled her eyes when she saw who her son was reaching for.

"Liam."

"My Love." His eyes rested on hers for a few moments, then he directed his attention to William.

"Happy first birthday my little prince."

"Da Da!" William screamed again.

Liam had a huge smile on his face, however his eyes truly showed his immense sadness.

"What's wrong Liam?"

Staring down at himself, and then back at Riley holding William tight in her arms, he gently murmured, "I wish I could hold him."

"Maybe you can."

"Riley, I'm not his guardian. I can't do the things a guardian can."

She called out for Jaiden.

"Jai please."

Jaiden appeared before her with a sympathetic look on his face.

"Riley I know what you want…and I can't help you."

"I know you… you were there that day...in the ballroom." Liam was staring at Jaiden quizzically. "You're Jaiden?"

"I am." Jaiden nodded.

Riley glanced at Jaiden. "I knew it! Why didn't you help? Why didn't you stop it?!? Why didn’t you save him....for me Jaiden?"

"Because…... it wasn't supposed to be stopped. Riley, I did help. Liam made it to you in time, because I helped him. As for him losing his life, in the process? I could not intervene in that, I'm sorry. One life had to be given, in order to save two. There has to be a balance in the world of the living and of the dead."

"But that's not fair. How is two for one balanced? When the one that lost his life was so important? Our son is missing out on knowing how great a man his father was. Liam would have been an amazing father. It's just not fair. I just don't understand why this had to happen to him."

Jaiden took steps to close the distance between him and Riley.

"Some things Riley, are not meant to be understood by the living."

Steps Towards Home

The Book: TRR x Perfect Match

Just The Way You Are: Chapter 15

Pairing: Liam x Riley / Hayden x Kai (Hayden!M x Kai!F)

Status: Still in the Writing Process

Khaan and Xander stared at Hayden and Kai from across the table.

“Thank you for meeting with us, we wanted to share the news with the two of you first.”

Kai pulled out an envelope sliding it across the table to them, Xander and Khaan stared at each other; Xander deciding to reach for the envelope first.

His eyes widened as they shot up to meet Hayden and Kai’s.

“It worked. It truly worked?” Xander looked flabbergasted.

“It worked for us.” Hayden’s hand tightly squeezed Kai’s. “We’re going to have a baby.”

“I knew… the theory was sound, and to see it actually was successful with a loving couple. I couldn’t be more happy. Congratulations to you two.”

“How are you feeling Kai?”

“I honestly feel normal, I’ve had a few queasy feelings, but no actual morning sickness yet, which honestly I’m not complaining about. Maybe I won’t have morning sickness. I’m also trying to make an effort to eat better.”

They all side-glanced at her.

With her small glass of milk, Kai had a sticky bun that looked to be the size of a small bible that she had taken a huge bite from, barely unable to continue talking as she had taken such a large bite of the gooey cinnamon bun, groaning in delight as she chewed.

“Oh come on!!!! I’m eating my sticky bun with milk, before it would have been a coffee drink. I just can’t go cold turkey on my eating habits. Baby steps my friends!”

They had never heard Kai’s voice so light, airy and cheerful. Hayden had never seen Kai so incredibly content with life, as she was in this moment.

“Would you mind if I write about you and Hayden? I will keep your names confidential, but if there are other couples that want what the two of you want, I want to be able to help them achieve that.”

Both Hayden and Kai nodded in agreement. “If we are able to help other couples like us, who want this journey for themselves, we want to share our story with them.”

Kai spent the rest of the day calling her closest friends, telling them the news. For the others she planned to post a simple picture on social media with the heading “Coming Soon!”

"You just couldn't stay away could you?"

The Royal Heir

The Book: TRR / TRH

The Days the Earth Stood Still: Part 1A

Pairing: Liam x Riley / Riley x Nico (TRR MC x M!OC)

Status: Still in the Writing Process

She glanced up seeing Nico in the doorway.

"No I can't, but I don't think you were talking about me when you said it."

Riley shook her head.

"May I come in?"

Riley nodded to him as Nico slipped past her.

"You're finally free Riley. Now you can be with King Liam."

Riley burst into tears.

“Riley what’s wrong?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Nico gasped.

“I’m eight weeks along. Before you and I were even together for the first time.”

Nico bit his lip looking at her.

Nico felt the ring box in his pocket. His mother was wrong. The ring wouldn’t be lucky for him either.

“Riley, can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“If you weren’t pregnant, would I have a chance? Could we have had a chance?”

“Yes.”

Nico's eyes filled with tears.

“Have you told him yet?”

“No, I was going to tell him tomorrow.”

“He’ll be happy. Not only will he have his queen but he’ll have a baby on the way. The heir of Cordonia is already conceived. If the shoe was on the other foot, I'd be ecstatic."

He stepped up to her, kissing her cheek.

"This is goodbye."

"I guess so."

"It has to be. You will accept his proposal because you're carrying his child. He will be a great father. But I won’t lie Riley, I don’t regret a second I got to spend with you because of the arrangement.”

Tears streamed down Nico's cheeks.

“Riley, can I kiss you one last time?”

Riley nodded.

Nico stepped forward pulling into his arms. He gently stroked her cheek. Nico’s eyes were full of the emotional pain of being heartbroken as he stared down at her. As they kissed, Riley could feel the love, emotion and pure affection that Nico had for her. She could taste the saltiness of his tears. She slowly pulled away from him.

Riley held back her tears until Nico left. Finally breaking down.

#bebepac writes #trr fanfic #trr fandom #trh fanfic #trh fandom #crossovers #trr x perfect match #liam x riley #hayden x kai #riley x nico #six sentence sunday #cfwc sunday six #always more than six #you love me tho #here are the snippets #wips #what i'm working on #what the fluff?

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ladyblogger-margie · 4 years ago

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Permit Pending - Part 1

Pairing: Will Miller (Triple Frontier) x F!Reader

Summary: All Will Miller wanted was a park permit for a VA fundraiser, what he got instead was an unscheduled afternoon exploring different parks with F!Reader.

Word Count: 3890

Rating: G (smut to come in chapter 2!)

Warnings: Course language. Eventual smut in future chapters.

a/n: My first time writing reader insert and for Will Miller AND for Triple Frontier, so any feedback at all is appreciated. No Y/N.

Series Master List

3-2-1, Will Miller counted down to the ring of his morning alarm clock. Just like every single day his phone blared a monotonous alarm sound at exactly 05:42 and Will shut it off. He spent the next three minutes practicing mindful breathing and preparing for the day ahead. At 05:45 he rose and changed into his gym clothes.

He shook together a protein shake as he rode the elevator down to the surprisingly decent gym in his building where he did exactly 30 minutes of cardio followed by an hour of weight training. Today was back and chest day – his favorite – so of course he decided to listen to a podcast instead of a playlist of high tempo motivational music. It was easier to be motivated for something you already wanted to do after all. The podcast today was about finding a balance between order and relaxation, something his therapist had recommended he do before his insurance ran out on therapy sessions and he opted out of continuing the process.

After the gym he returned to his apartment and started the coffee maker. After a quick shower and some facial hair maintenance, he dressed in one of his branded polo shirts and drank his coffee with his breakfast. He had two talks scheduled for the day before lunch, then an errand to run after lunch. Later that evening he would meet up with Benny for fight training. Today could not be any more normal for him - exactly the same as the day before, and the day before that.

Or so he thought.

You woke up groaning when your alarm went off at 7:15am. You snoozed it. You also snoozed your 7:22am, 7:31am, and 7:40am alarms. You finally rolled yourself out of bed at 7:50am in time for your quick 30 minute yoga routine before you got ready for work.

You breezed into the parks and recreation office at City Hall at exactly 8:57am. You grabbed a cup of coffee from the office machine knowing that if you got up at 7:15am as planned you would’ve had time to stop at Starbucks on your way into the office.

You spent your morning as you usually did - catching up on your passion projects which were the youth sport organizations. You ensured all the public teams had access to the necessary fields and confirmed with the greens team that they were all in working order. You loved your mornings at work even though you weren’t necessarily a morning person.

After lunch was another story. After a series of poorly timed budget cuts, your department was forced to cancel the internship program. That meant you were drafted into working the permit desks in the afternoons. You knew that it wasn’t actually the worst thing in the world, it was just so boring. The applications were longer than they had any right to be and filled with confusing language. This meant nearly every single application required a specific follow up that never fit one of the many form responses you’d been accumulating in the hopes of streamlining the process.

Of course you wanted your community to take advantage of the awesome parks in your town, but apparently the legal department didn’t. It put you in a difficult spot where sometimes you were forced to give the park permits to corporations instead of individuals and it drove you crazy to do so. It also locked you to a desk unless a specific permit issue arose that required an in-person follow up which never happened. Which is why after lunch you went off campus to get yourself your favourite Starbucks order because the permit desk on a Monday required the heavy artillery to survive.

Or so you thought.

After a few hours of pouring over pages and pages of documents, the most handsome man you had ever seen walked into the office. He had blonde hair and soft eyes which you noticed right away but immediately after you were drawn to his strong chest tightly wrapped in a blue polo with some logo you didn’t recognize over one of his firm pecs.

“My name is William Miller, and I’m hoping you can help me with a park permit,” the man said, holding out his hand to you.

You composed yourself as quickly as you could and introduced yourself in return, shaking his hand. “I’d be happy to help you with that,” you said as you let go. His hands were firm and from the callouses you could tell he worked out, though his general physique already gave that away.

He smiled at you and you felt something stir inside you that was not exactly professional, “Did you have a specific location in mind?”

“No, actually I was hoping to get your opinion. I’m helping to put together a community fundraiser, a BBQ actually, to help support the local VA, but I’m not exactly sure where would be the best place to set something like that up,” he replied.

You knew exactly where to send him. There was a perfect location you often recommended for huge family reunions, outdoor wedding receptions, and concerts. But as you looked down at the desk for the correct application form you saw the huge pile of pages still left unread taunting you and you got an idea, “Why don’t I give you a tour of a few different locations to help you make your decision?”

“That’s a service you offer here?”

“We aim to please” you said, desperate for an excuse to get out of the office.

Will hesitated as he fiddled with his keys for a moment.

“I could drive if you like,” he offered.

You smiled as professionally as you could, trying to contain your glee.

“Thank you, let me just check out with my boss and I’ll be right back” you darted away before you could blow your composure.

You stuck your head into your boss’ office. “Hey, I’m stepping away from the desk. Some guy is insisting I help him pick a park location for his permit request. I’m on my cell if there’s an emergency” you said, not stopping to hear their response before darting off.

You grabbed your coffee off the desk and landed in front of Will. “Ready,” you said as he smiled warmly at you. He held the door open for you as you left the office, and your boring afternoon, behind.

He led you to his truck in the parking lot and held open the passenger door for you which made your heart flutter though you tried to control it and you reminded yourself that this was a professional outing, not a date.

He climbed into the cab beside you and started the truck before he turned to you and asked, “Where to?”

You gave him directions to a park you know wouldn’t work, but it did have a couple of soccer fields, and you wanted to check the nets there for holes and figured you could push your luck a bit more today.

He pulled into the park parking lot and looked around with a slight purse of his lips and a furrow in his brow. He cleared his throat before asking, “I did explain it was a BBQ, right? I don’t really see a place for that,”.

You suddenly felt guilty, thinking he probably had somewhere else to be today and you derailed him for your own selfish reasons. “I’m sorry, I’m keeping you. I just had to get out of the office, and I took advantage of you. If you’ve got somewhere to be, leave me here with your information and I’ll get everything arranged for you at the perfect place,” you said, avoiding eye contact.

To your surprise he smiled at you, “You should’ve said, I’ve got nothing going on this afternoon, I can help you play hooky.”

You smiled back at him, relieved that he was on board with your scheme.

Will watched as you inspected the soccer nets for tears and he felt a warmth in his chest he hadn’t since his fiancee, who had left him after the incident at the Publix. You were really nice and he could tell you were passionate about your job, at least parts of it, especially hearing you explain exactly what your job was while he drove you both to this destination. Plus there was no denying that he found you incredibly attractive.

You returned to his side at the edge of the field after completing your inspection. “Thanks for waiting, there’s a middle-school tournament here starting tomorrow and I wanted to make sure everything was set,” you said to him and he knew he was in trouble.

“Ready for park number two?” you asked.

He nodded and led you back to the truck.

When you arrived at park number two, Will realized this had to be the place you intended for the permit and he was a bit disappointed. He had been hoping to stretch out his afternoon with you a little longer. Before he could ask if you needed a ride back to City Hall he heard you let go a soft, sad sigh. He looked at you but you were gazing out the front window at the park.

“Is something wrong?” He asked.

“I’m going to kill the guys in City Planning,” you muttered upset.

Will tried to figure out what it was you were looking at, but he couldn’t see anything wrong with the park. It looked like the perfect place for a fundraising BBQ.

You turned to Will hopeful, “Do you have tools in this truck, or is it just for show?”

He smiled at your joke, “I’ve got a box in the back. What’s the problem?”

You gestured to a park bench, “City Planning keeps installing anti-homeless architecture in my parks and I’m not going to let them get away with it,” you said with a sly smile.

Will knows for sure now that he definitely has a crush on you. He gets out of the truck and grabs his modest tool box from the bed and follows you over to the bench. He sees a metal arm rest in the middle of the bench, obviously installed to ensure no one lays across it. He checks the back to see how it’s attached and scoffs at the simple way it’s been bolted in and opens his tool kit.

“Am I going to get arrested for this?” He jokes as he gets to work.

You laugh, “You’re with me, I’ll protect you”.

You smile at this; you could get used to the idea of having his back. He gets the bar free and you take it from him. He gestures to another bench a few steps away and he gets to work on liberating that bench too. You happily follow him as you ask, “So, you work for the VA?”

“Yeah, I mostly just run my mouth though,” he grunted as he loosened the much tighter bolt on the second bench.

“Were you military?”

“Yeah,” He rolls up his sleeve and shows you a tattoo on his forearm, “Delta Force”.

“But you’re retired now?”

“Something like that,”.

“Aren’t you a bit young to be retired?”

He paused and handed you the second detached metal arm.

You felt self conscious, maybe you were being rude? “Sorry, it’s none of my business,” You said nervously.

He shook his head, “You’re fine. It’s just not something I’m necessarily proud of though”.

“You don’t have to explain, it’s none of my business,” You said, as you led the way to the third bench.

“I had some trouble, and I was told my services were no longer needed in the field,” he explained getting to work on the third arm, “But I found a way to be useful, stay involved”.

You nodded, “That couldn’t have been easy,”.

He shook his head, “There are good days, and bad days,” and he handed you the third arm.

He looked around and didn’t see any more pieces of hostile architecture so he turned to you, “Do you need a ride back to City Hall?”

You looked at him and felt bold. “This is obviously the best park for your event, but if you’ve got nowhere to be, did you want to make one more stop and see my favorite park?”

He smiled at you and nodded his head. You led the way back to his truck where he put his tools away and took the arms from you and dumped them in the bed.

“I can’t wait to drop those off at the City Planning office tomorrow,” you giggled triumphantly.

You and Will loaded up into the truck and you directed him out of the parking lot.

Park number 3 was your favorite place in the entire world, though to be fair you hadn’t actually travelled much so you couldn’t really compare it to anywhere else, but still. To you the lakeside beach next to the tree covered green grass was a slice of heaven. You’d go there on the weekends with a podcast lined up or an old book and spend the whole afternoon on a bench with a coffee and some fresh air.

When Will pulled into the parking lot, you suddenly got nervous. You had lost some of your earlier boldness that suggested you open yourself up like this to a man you just met. But there was something about him, a warmth and a vulnerability that made you want him to know you, and you to know him.

You both got out of the truck and the sun was starting to get low in the sky as you walked him to a bench that bordered the beach and the grass. You took a seat and he sat next to you, your thighs gently brushing. The contact sent a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cool breeze that brushed through the leaves above your head.

Will looked out across the lake and around the park. He felt the warmth of your leg against his and the urge to lean over and brush your cheek with his thumb nearly overwhelmed him. You were so close, it would be so easily for him to just kiss you. But he wasn’t sure you’d want that. You wanted to play hooky from work, and share your love of the parks. He couldn’t let himself think that your enthusiasm for the day had anything to do with him. Instead of holding you under his arm and against his chest, he folded in on himself and looked at you.

He was about to ask what you were thinking about when his phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and noticed Benny’s name on the caller ID and cursed under his breath. “I’m so sorry,” he said to you as he answered, “I’ve got to take this.”

He stands and walks a few paces away and you watch him leave, disappointed. You thought maybe he was about to ask you on a date, and tried not to let yourself be too upset that he didn’t. You watch as he rubbed his forehead and shook his head as he talked on the phone to someone you couldn’t hear and didn’t know.

He hung up the phone and turned to look at you, and you turned away, a little embarrassed to have been caught staring at him. He walks back to you on the bench but doesn’t sit down again.

“Thank you for showing me this place, it’s beautiful,” he said softly and his sweet voice drew your gaze to his lips as he spoke. You felt the electricity surge between you all the way through to the tips of your fingers and your toes. “I hadn’t realized how late it’s gotten, I’m supposed to be at the gym, training my brother,” he explained.

You nodded and stood up next to him, so close you had to look up to meet his eyes. “That’s fine, I can call an Uber or something back to City Hall” and you pulled out your phone.

He put his hand on your arm, “Don’t be silly, I’ll take you back. Plus gotta make sure those city planning guys get their gift.”

Your breath hitched when he touched you and you couldn’t contain your smile as you nodded. “Are you sure? I’ve already taken so much of your time” you said, unable to tear your eyes from his.

“I want to”.

He walks you back to the truck and opens your door for you again and you hop in both flustered and excited.

The drive back to City Hall is more quiet than you’ve been all day. Your previous trips were full of chit chat about sports and books and random small talk. Now all that existed in the truck was the electricity and tension between you. You wondered if he felt it too, or if the surprising infatuation was a one-sided affair.

Will gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles went white. He had spent most the afternoon with you and he failed to buck up the courage to ask you out. You took him to your favorite place and basically hand wrapped a romantic moment, and he blew it. He didn’t know if you noticed the potential romance of the location, or if you intended to entice him so completely, but you had. And he blew his shot.

Back at City Hall he handed you the metal arms from your adventure and you stayed by the truck. You were hoping he’d ask you out before he left.

“Thanks for the ride, and the impromptu bench liberation, and the excuse to get out of the office,” you said with a smile, lingering longer than you needed to.

He smiled back, maybe he could ask you now and he could still pull off the romantic gesture. “I had a great day, which I hadn’t actually expected when I went in earlier looking to fill out boring paperwork,” he said leaning unconsciously closer to you.

He took a deep breath, ready to ask - when his cell phone rang again. He silenced it and tried again, “Hey-“ and the phone rang again and he answered it. “I’m on my way, asshole. Start with cardio,” he said, frustrated, “you don’t need me for that”.

He hung up and looked at you embarrassed by his outburst, absolutely believing that he had blown it for sure now. But you just looked at him amused, not annoyed.

“Friend of yours?” you asked, stifling a laugh.

“My baby brother. He’s a fighter and I’m his trainer, which I do for free by the way, but he loves to act like he’s my boss”, he explained.

“Sounds like a character.”

“He is something that’s for sure. He’s also really special, really talented. He deserves a better lot than what he’s got”, Will's voice trailed off as he thought bitterly about how Benny left service when he did and the guilt he carried, unspoken, about that ever since.

Will leaned back, “Do you need a walk to your car?”

“I’m alright, thank you. I better head back up to the office first anyway. Thanks again for today. Maybe I’ll see you around”, you forced a smile, abandoning all hope of a date and retreating into the building.

Will kicked himself mentally all the way to the gym. When he got there he was in a bad mood.

“Finally!” Benny shouted at him when he walked in.

“I have a life outside of you, you know that right?” Will spit towards Benny.

“Fuck’s wrong with you?” Benny asked.

“I told you I was on my way, what was so important that you had to call me again and nag me?” Will asked.

“You’re never late, I was worried,” Benny admitted.

Will paused. He hasn’t thought of it like that. He was never late, it was so unlike him. It was actually kinda nice Benny worried, even if he was an ass about it.

“Well I’m here now, let’s get to it”, Will shrugged and he climbed into the ring opposite Benny.

After training they grabbed some food together. After scarfing down most of his meal without breathing, Benny asked Will, “Why were you late? You didn’t say.”

Will cleared his throat, “I was trying to get a park permit for the VA BBQ”.

“I thought you did that right after lunch?”

“It took longer than expected,” Will said vaguely.

Benny squinted his eyes at his older brother until the metaphorical lightbulb went off. “Oh shit!” he said, “You were with a girl! Fuck, I never would’ve called you away if I knew, you’ve been alone for so long!”

Will threw his used napkin at his taunting brother, “Fuck off.”

“Seriously,” Benny said, not laughing anymore, “I hope I didn’t blow it for you, I want you to be happy.”

Will sighed, “I didn’t get her number, and I didn’t ask her out.”

Benny gave him a sympathetic smile, “At least you got the permit for the event.”

Will pinched the bridge of his nose, “Fuck, I completely forgot to actually get the permit.”

Benny smirked at him. “You know what that means, right?”

“No,” Will groaned.

“You gotta go back and see her tomorrow.”

Will leaned back in his chair, his mood dramatically improved.

The next morning you dragged yourself out of bed after your third alarm and skipped yoga, just not in the mood. You hoped stopping at Starbucks would get you out of your funk, but even your favorite coffee didn’t have its usual effect. You felt so stupid for feeling like this today. You literally knew Will Miller for all of one afternoon, it shouldn’t ruin your whole week that he didn’t ask you out.

You walked into the office ready to be grumpy for the rest of the day when you noticed Will stand up from the chair in which he was sitting.

Will had been waiting for you since the office opened. He was there long enough to wonder if what he was doing was creepy or sweet. The longer he waited, the worse he felt about his plan. Though once he saw you, his resolve formed and he stood to greet you. Any insecurity he had melted away when he saw how you smiled at him when you noticed him there.

“Hey,” he started, finding his voice.

“Hey,” you replied, breathless.

“I never did fill out a permit yesterday, I got distracted by someone way more interesting than paperwork,” he said, unable to contain a grin.

You felt something deep in your center as you too failed to contain a beaming smile.

“I can help you with that,” you walked behind the permit desk and he met you on the other side.

You handed him the paperwork and helped him fill everything out. The entire time neither of you could contain your ear splitting smiles. When he finished you stamped his form and returned his copy.

“You’re all set, Mr. Miller,” you said, “Will there be anything else?”

He looked you the eye, “Are you free Friday night? I’d love to take you out.”

You nodded eagerly, “I’d like that.”

PART 2

#will miller #will miller x reader #will miller x f!reader #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #william ironhead miller #william ironhead miller x F!Reader #william miller fanfiction #fanficion #fanfic series #permit pending series

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ficmachine · 3 years ago

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in your most recent post, you say there is no bonnie, but, technically, there is. in the note ‘MISSING’ it says this exactly, “SECURITY REPORT - 12:24AM - Bonnie is seen leaving his green room in Rockstar Row heading East towards the atrium. 2:40AM - Bonnie enters the Eat Arcade. 4:12AM - Bonnie enters Monty Golf.” rockstar row, atrium, monty golf - this is happening in the pizza plex. also, “bonnie bowling.” bonnie is an animatronic who is inside the pizza plex, just because he isn’t shown doesn’t mean he’s not there. he’s canonically there and i’m right. /hj

Oh yeye! I'm 100% aware that he went MIA and is only mentioned in a few notes but we dont actually see him or know anything about him asides from the fact that he was the bassist before being replaced by Monty.

I love my boy dearly and want to write for him anyway tho 😔

If anyone finds out anything more abt him or if Steel Wool adds him/more about him in the DLC? Fair enough I'll adjust to that, but for now I'm gonna let the FNAF brainrot consume me and design him myself 👀

#bug.buzz #not fic #man without a face #fnaf #anon #with that said if anyone finds anything more on him PLEASE let me know #hes always been my favourite and its kinda sad we dont actually see him :(

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planetdream · 3 years ago

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Nah I get it 100% he’s such a dominant figure in his everyday like, it’s hard to imagine him giving up that role 😪 tho I think he’d be really whiny and squirmy, esp if he’s overstimulated 👀 I also feel like he’d have a HUGE praise kink, specifically if he was in a more service top role. He’d constantly be checking in, wanting you to tell him he’s doing well and making you feel good 😌 (Also can’t stop thinking abt pegging him)

Sub!felix is also something I think abt a lot too, just bc he’d be so soft and needy and clingy, repeatedly thanking you when you finally let him cum 😔 I wanna make Felix cry out of pleasure and idk why

-🌙 (it’s 2:40am, I need to go to sleep, clearly)

it’s 5 am where i’m at bestie 😭😭 i feel you

and yeah he’s just naturally dominant to me, so writing him as a sub was kinda challenging ahah but ur so right!! total praise kink. just wants to here that he’s doing good and that you love it. (and i’d think he’d take it well)

sub!felix actually makes me delirious 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 like i don’t consider myself a dom, nor dom-adjacent. but for felix….i’d do anything just to make him all stupid and fucked out 💔 wanna see him cry and hear his pretty little moans

#💌 — mail time #💌 — 🌙#✰˚. !! dream.hardhours #☁️ — daydream.skz

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infernwetrust · 4 years ago

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winesday (Michael’s Snapchat Story) [Bestfriends AU Exclusive]

Summary: A day in the life of Michael, brought to you by his Snapchat story. Winesday, a night where college students drink wine until they can’t anymore.

Warnings: Swearing, drug use, alcohol use

WC: 1.1k (give or take lol)

A/N: This is exclusive to the Bestfriends Universe! It’ll help to read f**k, i luv my friends to ground yourself in everyone’s roles. Every main role will have their own Snapchat snippet. I’ll try to do these frequently as fillers for when I’m working on longer or more detailed writings. I haven’t seen these around on tumblr, so hopefully I can inspire a few writers lol. I may try to do other social media snippets as well, but so far snapchat remains the easiest. I was sooo stressed about the Bitmoji lol. I hope you guys enjoy this. The Bestfriends Universe can be found on my master list, here. Thank you for reading! -Juno

Michael's Username: blueeyedwonderboy

Michael's Screen Name: Michael 🖤🔥

Michael's Bitmoji:

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Michael 🖤🔥

6:30AM

Caption: "Jim wakes up on 100 everyday lol"

Video:

"A little bit early aren't we?" Michael asks, his camera pointing on Jim, his close friend and college roommate, who laid in his Twin XL bed opposite the room from Michael's. Jim is laid out in his bed, shirtless, covers barely on him, his desk lamp the only source of light so the two don't go back to sleep, both having an 8AM today. "You'll float awayyyyyy."

In Jim's hand is about 5 grams of mushrooms that he's piling into his mouth, chewing quickly to avoid the taste. Jim sleepily turns his head to the side, giving Michael the finger and a smug smile before he responds,

"Never too early."

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Michael🖤🔥

7:30AM

Caption: "I hope he knows that I'm not carrying him 💀"

Video:

Michael has his camera on Jim, the both of them seated in the dining hall finishing up breakfast before their first class. Jim has his head down on the table, apple in his hand as he half struggles to chew, breathing heavily.

"How goes it, Jim?" Michael questions, chuckling lightly behind the camera.

"My legs. Where are they?" Jim asks Michael, head still down on the table.

***

Michael 🖤🔥

10:40AM

Caption: "A wild Xavier spotted in his natural habitat"

Picture:

Michael grabs a picture of Xavier while on the way to his second class of the day. Xavier sits in his normal spot between his Wednesday classes. Underneath the tree, center of campus, on his favorite blanket that he got for his birthday 2 years ago, typing away on his laptop, drinking a smoothie.

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Michael 🖤🔥

1:30PM

Caption: "On a date. Kinda nervous"

Picture:

Chet sits across the table from Michael as the two have lunch together, having had their last class together at 12:00. Chet is wearing his favorite plain white t-shirt, smiling proudly at the camera, a full course meal in front of him.

1:45 PM

Caption: "Date ruined, nvm."

Video:

"I proudly present to you in replace of the disgusting root-beer float." Chet begins. "The Mountain Dew Float."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Michael says behind the camera. "That's... that's not how it works."

"You can turn anything into a float." Chet says back. Michael double taps his screen, so that the camera is now facing him and still staring at Chet he says,

"Well I don't want to fucking do that."

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Michael 🖤🔥

3:30PM

Caption: "Mid-day cuddles and head scratches? Yes."

Video:

Michael has the camera facing himself as he lays on his stomach, shirtless, but still in his shorts from the day, in your bed, in your residence hall. You lay on top of him, in his hoody and some cute shorts, your hand tangled in his beautiful blonde hair, scratching away at his scalp. He gives the camera a weak smile as he zooms in on the both of you. You giggle in response.

"Just have sex already." Montana says as she lays in the opposite bed.

"Are you mad because Xavier isn't here right now?" Michael asks before turning the camera around to her. She simply gives him the finger. "That's what I thought."

***

Michael 🖤🔥

4:30PM

Caption: "What a fucking stud."

Picture:

Michael takes a picture of his cross country teammate and friend, Timothy. Timothy is sitting on the side of the practice field, shirtless and only in his running shorts. His phone is in his hand as he squints his eyes, trying to read whatever is on his phone.

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Michael🖤🔥

6:30PM

Caption: " Timothy if you're hungry, just say that."

Video:

Michael has his camera on Timothy who piled his plate high with pizza slices, a salad on the side. Other cross country teammates can be heard and seen in the background as the team has dinner together.

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Michael 🖤🔥

8:00PM

Caption: "Let winesday begin, fuckers."

Video:

Michael single handedly opens a bottle of wine and then opens his now empty water bottle. He dramatically throws both lids onto his desk, before pouring the entire bottle of red wine in his water bottle and closing it, double tapping his phone to turn the camera around. He gives a wink.

***

Michael🖤🔥

8:45PM

Caption: "Happy Winesday???????"

Video:

Michael walks into Chet and Ray's room in their fraternity. Chet and Ray are screaming playfully at each other over what looks like Mortal Kombat, Xbox controllers in hand. Over to Xavier who is sitting in Chet's bed, Juul hanging out of his mouth as he scrolls through his phone, then over to Jim who on top of the wine in his water bottle, is pouring vodka into it.

"Jim that is not fucking wine!" Michael sarcastically yells behind the camera, which causes everyone's head in the room to turn and look at Jim, who just continues to pour about 2 shots into his wine. Michael puts the camera back on Xavier who just sighs and face palms himself.

"Jim are you okay?" Ray asks, pretending to be concerned. Chet is shaking his head at the camera before Michael starts laughing.

***

Michael 🖤🔥

10:30PM

Caption: "Jim is not okay lol"

Video:

Jim is laid out on the carpet, Xavier's socked feet placed firmly on his back as he smiles drunkenly at the phone.

"Okay. I got the pizza!" Chet yells as he stumbles back into the room, 3 pizza boxes in hand. "Is Jim really knocked out right now?"

"I don't know. Let's ask him." Michael walks over to Jim, kneeling beside him.

"Oh boy." Xavier sighs, running his hand through his hair before he lays all the way down. Michael focuses his phone on Jim, lightly tapping the side of Jim's face a few times.

"Jim are you really knocked out right now?" Michael asks, trying not to laugh as Jim doesn't respond, instead groaning and swatting his hand away.

***

Michael 🖤🔥

12:00AM (Thursday)

Caption: "This what they've resorted to.."

Picture:

Ray is attempting to throw a skittle into Xavier's mouth.

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Michael 🖤🔥

12:45AM

Caption: "Jim is literally the only one with an 8AM today lol"

Video:

Chet is carrying a super knocked out Jim in his arms, back to his and Michael's residence hall since Michael wasn't going to be able to carry him the whole way there.

"First Winesday of Junior year and Jim pulls a fast one." Chet says, sighing as Michael walks backwards to film the two.

"He's going to be real mad when he wakes up at 6:30 super hungover off maybe 5 hours of sleep." Michael says back.

***

Michael 🖤🔥

1:15AM

Caption: "G'Night"

Video:

Chet throws Jim onto his bed, huffing as he does so.

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Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid @9layerdevilfoodcake @theneverendinghunger @fernfiction

#cody fern #american horror story #cody fern imagine #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon #xavier plympton #ahs #ahs 1984 #ahs apocalypse #chet clancy #montana duke #brooke thompson #jim mason #tribes of palos verdes #ray powell

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utterlyinevitable · 4 years ago

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Six Sentence Sunday, please?

thank you for asking ♥ i’m in a rut atm where everything i write sounds like total rubbish.

i’ve got a few fics 80% of the way done and they are below!

RunAway (Bryce x F!MC x Ethan - Part 2 of Not A Choice)

Becca left before Bryce woke up. Wriggled out of his secure arms and gathered her things in the 5:40AM darkness.

She didn’t go to work (too soon). She didn’t go to her apartment (too many questions). She didn’t go to the gym (too early for that shit). She didn’t really know where else to go.

So her feet made the decision for her.

Flushed & Flutter (Ethan x F!MC)

Ethan Ramsey doesn’t get sick. Ethan Ramsey also doesn’t take a day off. He also has some very strong opinions against naps.

Rebecca Lao heard his sniffle and muffled groan well before she heard his keys jiggling in the lock.

She didn’t turn from her spot on the chaise of their large L-shaped sofa when he dropped his things indelicately and kicked off his shoes with a thump.

“Told you to take the day off.”

He grumbled in response. His heavy feet dragging against the hardwood.

Love Rubs (Ethan x F!MC)

The mid-afternoon September sun peered through Ethan’s stupidly large windows; coating the hardwood, white rug, and us in her glow. Not that I minded much. I was sprawled out over the white leather couch after a very filling, carb-centric brunch Ethan cooked for us. He had his feet up on the ottoman and my head buried into a sandalwood scented throw pillow resting in his lap. In the background I could hear the muffled voice of the True Crimes presenter.

And he said it’s a load of garbage... My teeth sunk into the inside of my lips, pressing them together as I snuggled in closer to my walking contradiction.

Godly Sins: Echo of Nemesis (Ethan x F!MC x Tobias)

Not a single cell in Ethan Ramsey’s body trusted Rebecca Lao.

It certainly showed.

[...]

Becca didn’t deserve to be categorized in the same mental map as June Hirata, she’d done far too much and far too selfless for her patients. Though Ethan didn’t care, that action showed her true colors. She dismantled his fundamentals and he couldn’t overcome the biting sensation. Everything changed that evening and it’s best they both move on.

Leland Bloom couldn’t wait for Dr. Ramsey to make a choice. Time was being wasted, precious time that could cure his wife. Medical breakthroughs needed to happen and they needed to happen fast, none of which would be accomplished if the Diagnostics Team wasn’t functioning at full capacity.

And that... that’s when Karma reared her ugly head.

Karma stepped through the door tucked in the knowing smirk of Tobias Carrick.

________

@choicesficwriterscreations all fics are rated teen+

#open heart #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey #tobias x mc #tobias carrick #bryce lahela #bryce x mc #6 sunday #Anonymous #asked

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spicykoreantatertots · 4 years ago

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The Dive Bar and an Old Fashioned (or Five)

Pairing: CEO!Taehyung x Bartender!Jungkook (briefly ft. Beomgyu of TXT)

Word Count: 5k

Genres: Non-Idol AU

Warnings: Misunderstandings and a trip to the hospital (but everyone is okay).

A/N: I’m so happy I got the opportunity to write this fic in honor of one of @bangtan-headquarters‘ editors, @rkivepacks!! This is a very well deserved gift and I apologize for the delay on getting this out. I hope you can enjoy this! Also shout out to @guktro for the stunning banner! ~~~~~~~ After signing the lease on a new warehouse down town, Taehyung decides to stop by a nearby dive bar for a quick drink to celebrate the further expansion of his company.

Taehyung pulls on the heavy door and quickly steps in. He starts to pull off his dark Armani jacket, but he quickly realizes that there is no one there to take it from him. He shrugs it back on and walks toward the bar.

The dim lighting makes it hard to tell which of the bar stools is the least dirty and he wonders if that’s intentional. The bar top itself is surprisingly not sticky. While waiting on the bartender to make an appearance, Taehyung scans the other patrons.

Several large men with oil-stained hands sit around a table, beers piling up quickly in the middle. A couple of older men sitting at the other end of the bar sipping on whiskeys. There’s a few people huddled around a game of cards in the back corner booth. Quite a few people considering it’s just after 5pm on a weeknight.

“I’ll be right with you.” The bartender nods in Taehyung’s direction, appearing from behind a swinging door carrying a large tray of nachos. He takes it over to the table of large men and clears away the empty beer bottles.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asks when he approaches. Taehyung looks up to ask for his usual, but his breath catches. From a distance, he didn’t realize how beautiful the bartender is.

“Uh, just, uh, whatever’s on special.” Taehyung chokes out and, to his dismay, the bartender flashes a half smile. He quickly looks down at his phone to try and catch his breath. He scrolls through a few work emails and responds to a text from his mom, something he’d been putting off.

The bartender sets down an Old Fashioned in front of Taehyung and heads back into the kitchen. Taehyung sets his phone down and lifts the glass a few inches, inspecting its contents.

He’s used to drinking cocktails made with the finest spirits, but he can’t imagine that this bar has anything higher quality than Jim Beam. There’s a thick slice of an orange and two cherries floating alongside the ice cubes. He’s not quite sure what to make of it, but he takes a sip anyway.

The cheap bourbon burns on its way down, but there’s a sweet aftertaste that follows. The bartender definitely put too much sugar in, but the sweetness soothes his throat. Taehyung gulps down the drink, not wanting to offend the handsome bartender, but also not wanting to savor the taste of it.

“Did you like it?” The bartender seems to have appeared out of nowhere, his dark eyes wide and hopeful. Taehyung scans his beautiful features, a face he refuses to disappoint.

“It was actually really really good!” Taehyung overenthuses. He picks up the glass and shakes the ice around.

“Great I’ll make you another!” The bartender spins on his heels and grabs a new glass.

“No I-” Taehyung stops himself, accepting his defeat. “That’d be great... what’s your name, Mr. Bartender?” He questions.

“Jungkook.” The bartender turns back around and sets a fresh drink in front Taehyung. “And you are?”

“I’m Taehyung. Nice to meet you.” Taehyung tries to smile behind another sip of cheap bourbon. It doesn’t burn as much when he’s got two doe eyes trained on him.

The third doesn’t burn quite as much either.

The fourth doesn’t burn at all.

The fifth... well Taehyung can barely remember the fifth drink of the night.

~~~~~~~

A loud and unfamiliar ringing sound wakes Taehyung. When he opens his eyes, he can see sunlight pouring in, and he knows he’s late for work. He pulls back the sheets and rushes to find the source of the ringing.

He follows the sound through his large penthouse and finds himself in a room he very rarely visits: the utility room. Hanging on the wall near the cabinet with cleaning supplies is a corded landline phone.

Who even has landlines anymore?

“Hello?” Taehyung picks up the phone, fiddling with the tangled cord.

“You’re late.” Hye-jin is on the other end.

“Why do I have a landline phone in my million dollar penthouse?” Taehyung rubs the bridge of his nose, a headache is forming behind his brow.

“So I can call you when your phone is dead and you are late.” She responds.

“Can you rearrange some things? I need a shower and some coffee.” And some time to remember what I did last night. Taehyung yawns into the phone. He just hopes he didn’t make too much of a fool of himself in front of Jungkook.

“I can’t rearrange an international call, you know that. There’s a driver there to pick you up, we’ll have to go pick up your car later. I hope it’s still intact. I’ll have coffee for you by the time you get here.”

“Thanks.” Taehyung slams the phone into its holder. Much more satisfying than hitting the non-existent button on a glass screen.

Taehyung returns to his bedroom and plugs his phone into the wall. It charges up while he washes his face and brushes his teeth. He carefully puts on a clean suit and grabs a pair of sunglasses before he heads down to the ground floor.

In the town car, he finally opens his phone and scrolls through the barrage of emails, texts, and other notifications from his assistant Hye-jin. At the bottom of the notifications, there are a few texts from The Cute Bartender.

The headache intensifies, but Taehyung clicks on the messages to assess the damage.

TCB [2:40am]: Hey let me know when you get home safe.

TCB [2:46am]: Oh I realize your phone is probably dead. Maybe when you come back for your car you could stop back in for another drink. It was nice talking to you all night.

TCB [3:34am]: Next time I won’t make you so many Old Fashioneds.

Taehyung breaths out a small sigh of relief. It’s not as bad as he expected it to be considering he can’t really remember what happened.

~~~~~~~

Hye-jin greets Taehyung in the lobby of the office building with an iced coffee. She updates him on his meetings for the day as they walk toward the elevator, but the moment the doors close, she changes the subject.

“Tell me about Jungkook.” Hye-jin turns and cocks her eyebrow. Taehyung tries not to react.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replies, taking a rather large sip of his drink.

“Did you check all your texts this morning? You texted me a dozen times last night about “the cutest guy you’ve ever seen” and I want to know more.” She emphasizes her urgency with a few taps of her foot.

“Can we do this later?” Taehyung rolls his eyes, but he knows he won’t be able to avoid her forever.

“Fine, we’ll talk when I drive you to your car later.” The elevator stops on the 47th floor instead of the 50th. Taehyung gives Hye-jin a questioning look. “I’m going to go talk to the cute girl in IT that helped me set up my new computer. I think it’s got a virus...” Hye-jin gives her best pouty face and promises to be in the conference room for the international call before stepping out of the elevator.

Taehyung takes out his phone and scrolls through his messages with Hye-jin.

Taehyung [1:32am]: i’m at th at bar dow by the new warehouse with the CUTEST BARTNDER UVE EVR SEEN

Taehyung [1:33am]: he’s CUTE AND SINGEL AND FUNNY???

Taehyung [1:46am]: he keeps making me drinks but they are not that good

Taehyung [1:53am]: his name is jungkook and i’m going to ask him out

Taehyung [1:54am]: HAHA i can’t ask him out

Taehyung [1:55am]: i asked him out

Taehyung [2:34am]: he said he would love to go out sometime and then called me a cab is that mixed signals or what

Flashes of boisterously drunk Taehyung appear in his mind as he reads through the texts. Did he really ask out Jungkook or was he being his dramatic drunken self?

~~~~~~~

The work day drags on with meetings and spreadsheets and green juice that Hye-jin swears will cure any hangover. Taehyung swears the only cure for his hangovers is a big bowl of ramen, which he orders for lunch. The soothing broth relaxes him, heals his soul much more than some watery greens could.

Lunchtime is one of the few times that Taehyung can sit in his office undisturbed. His secretary holds his calls, Hye-jin leaves him alone, and he can sit and enjoy the view from his window. The world seems so small from the 50th floor.

Today, after slurping down his ramen, he stands in front of the floor to ceiling windows and looks far off to the east. He can’t quite see the warehouse from here, but if he focuses hard enough he can imagine where it would be. He can imagine the bar down the street too.

There’s not much that Taehyung can learn about Jungkook without having his last name. He searches for the dive bar on Google, but aside from the phone number and hours of operation, there’s not a lot of information to go off of. A text pops up, interrupting his thoughts.

Hye-jin [1:17pm]: Sorry to bother you during your lunch, but I ran a background check on Jungkook. I can bring you the report if you’d like to see it.

Taehyung [1:17pm]: How did you find him, I don’t even know his last name.

Hye-jin [1:18pm]: Do you doubt my sleuthing skills?

He should have known that Hye-jin would go sleuthing sooner or later. Taehyung flips back over to the unhelpful Google search. And he thinks. Does he really want to know what that report has to say about Jungkook? His past jobs, education, relatives, his debt? And what does Jungkook know about Taehyung? Probably not a lot.

Taehyung [1:19pm]: Is there anything dangerous in his past?

Hye-jin [1:21pm]: No, there’s not. He seems pretty legit.

Taehyung [1:21pm]: Then I don’t want to see it.

Hye-jin [1:21pm]: WHAT

~~~~~~~

“Would you mind explaining to me why you don’t want to read this THOROUGH report about your new love interest?” Hye-jin interrogates Taehyung the moment he steps into her car after work.

“Can you even call him a love interest? I don’t even remember asking him out.” Taehyung points out.

“I’m just trying to protect you.” Hye-jin sighs. “You know people take advantage of wealthy men with good hearts...”

Silence falls between them in the car. Taehyung knows that she’s right. He’s been hurt many times before.

“Maybe I should... try to hide it.” He suggests.

“Hide what? Your money?” Hye-jin scoffs. “You better get rid of that Rolex and that Armani tie.”

“You think he can tell?”

“He’s a man who dates men. He can tell.” Hye-jin and Taehyung roll their eyes at each other.

Hye-jin pulls up next to Taehyung’s BMW and waits for him to get out.

“You know, you probably shouldn’t let him see that car either.” She laughs.

Taehyung gets out of her car and walks around his car once to make sure everything is just the way he left it. After finding his hubcaps intact, he unlocks his car and gets in. Hye-jin honks a couple of times as she drives away.

He flips the sun visor to look at himself in the mirror. His hair is getting long again, it’s curling at the ends. He looks pretty good for someone who got absolutely hammered last night. Looking down at his watch, he decides to shed the accessories that make him stand out from the crowd. His watch, his tie, and his Saint Laurent wallet, opting to shove a few twenties in his pocket instead.

He gets out of his car and walks down the street toward the bar he visited the night before. As he approaches the door, he can feel the nerves fluttering around in his stomach. He recalls the cheeky smile on Jungkook’s face and he cannot wait to see it again.

Once again ducking into the poorly lit bar, Taehyung heads straight for the bar.

“There he is!” Jungkook shouts from behind the bar. He begins slowly clapping as Taehyung approaches the bar and sits down on the same stool from last night. “I’m glad to see you in one piece.”

“Thank you.” Taehyung laughs, admiring the tall bartender. “I have to be honest, I’m still recovering my memories from last night.” He adds with a sigh.

“Oh no, does that mean you don’t remember stripping on the bartop?” Jungkook chuckles.

“I did WHAT?” Taehyung’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline and his cheeks turn red.

“I’m kidding Tae. Calm down, calm down.” Jungkook, still laughing, places a napkin on the bar in front of Taehyung. “What can I get you?”

Taehyung, still stuck on being called Tae, gives Jungkook a puzzled look. Jungkook looks back at him with a small smile as he processes the information. But the lingering eye contact draws Taehyung in, the original question long forgotten, a new one forming to take its place.

“Listen... did I...” Taehyung pauses, finally breaking eye contact. He licks his lips and starts again. “Did I happen to ask you out last night?”

“Yeah you did.” Jungkook smiles to himself as his cheeks heat up. “You were pretty drunk though, so I wasn’t going to say anything.” He grabs a bar rag and wipes down the already clean bartop.

“You probably get hit on at work all the time.” Taehyung watches the blush on Jungkook’s face deepen and he feels his confidence level rising. “Well, I’m sober now and the offer still stands, if you’re at all interested.” Taehyung lifts an eyebrow at the bartender.

“I’d like that.” Jungkook flashes his teeth. “So, can I get you something to drink?”

“I think I’ll pass tonight. Would you like to meet for dinner on Saturday?” Taehyung asks. Jungkook works on weeknights, so he hopes that he has weekends off.

“Ahh Saturday?” Jungkook runs his fingers through his dark locks and looks off into the distance, thinking. “I can’t on Saturday. I know it’s a bit weird, but would Monday work? The bar is closed on Mondays.”

“Monday is perfect.” Taehyung replies. “I’ll text you details and see you then.” They exchange smiles and Taehyung leaves the bar.

Once he’s back in his car, he lets himself breathe. He has a date with the most beautiful bartender he’s ever seen. His eyes shine even in the darkness of the bar, what will it be like to see him in the real world?

~~~~~~~

On Saturday, alone in his apartment, Taehyung sits and tries to focus on the movie his friend Jimin recommended he watch. All he can think about, though, is a pair of doe eyes and a brilliant smile.

He tried to stay busy, but after working out, cooking lunch and dinner, and doing some online shopping, he still finds himself bored out of his mind, wishing that Jungkook had the night off.

Taehyung [7:54pm]: I can’t stop thinking about him.

Hye-jin [7:55pm]: Don’t you have a short pink haired friend you can hang out with? Or at least text him, I’m sure he’s at home alone.

Jimin [7:55pm]: I HEARD THAT

Hye-jin [7:56pm]: Did you seriously put us in a group chat??

Hye-jin [7:56pm]: I’m getting ready to go OUT LEAVE ME ALONE

Jimin [7:57pm]: Did you say he was working tonight, why don’t you just go visit him?

Taehyung [7:57pm]: I was thinking about it....

Hye-jin [7:57pm]: NO

Hye-jin [7:58pm]: DO NOT DO THAT YOU WILL LOOK SO DESPERATE

Jimin [7:58pm]: Don’t you have somewhere to be hag

Hye-jin [7:59pm]: DO YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU PUT YOUR TWO GAY BEST FRIENDS IN A GROUP CHAT

Taehyung [8:00pm]: I’m going to the bar ttyl

Hye-jin [8:00pm]: NOOOOO

Jimin [8:00pm]: YESSSSSS

~~~~~~~

On a typical Saturday night, Taehyung would be in a town car on his way to a nightclub on the north side, decked out in Gucci from head to toe, ready to dance the night away. Tonight, he’s driving himself downtown, dressed in some casual clothes he normally wouldn’t wear outside his apartment.

Taehyung finds a spot to park a block away from the bar and walks the distance, nerves nibbling away at his insides. As he approaches the bar, he can tell it's quite a bit busier than it has been before. Maybe this isn’t a great idea.

Pushing away his doubts, Taehyung opens the door and walks into the now familiar bar. The place is pretty packed. Groups of loud, boisterous men huddled around tables and booths watching the game on the televisions. He approaches the bar and an unfamiliar face greets him.

“What can I get ya?” The short bartender asks. Taehyung looks around to see if he can locate Jungkook, but after scanning the room he finds nothing. The bartender clears his throat and asks again.

“Actually, is Jungkook here?” Taehyung questions.

“Are you his new friend?” The bartender scans Taehyung’s face, then shakes his head. “He’s with Beomgyu tonight.”

“Oh.” The nerves flitting around his stomach turned to stone.

This wasn’t a great idea.

~~~~~~~

Sunday was spent at Jimin’s apartment eating carbs. Switching between cursing and praising Jungkook. He’s so stunning, Taehyung was stupid to think that he was the only one Jungkook was seeing.

“I’ve been avoiding asking you this, but are you still going to go out with him tomorrow night?” Jimin questions Taehyung gently.

The two of them are sprawled out on Jimin’s broken down sofa. The leather is worn out under them, but it’s much more comfortable than the high end couch at Taehyung’s place. They are sharing a bowl of popcorn. Some drama is playing in the background of their conversation.

“I guess so. I mean it’s not like he lied about anything. It just kind of sucks.” Taehyung sulks.

“I think you should confront him about the Beom-whoever.” Jimin gets up from the couch to replenish their snacks. “What kind of name is that anyway?” He mumbles to himself.

As Jimin continues muttering to himself, Taehyung grabs his phone from the coffee table. He ignores the I told you so messages from Hye-jin and opens his conversation with The Cute Bartender. As he rereads the caring messages Jungkook sent him a few days ago, the text bubble pops up.

Taehyung sits up straight on the couch and Jimin returns with chips and pocky. The bubble pops up and disappears a few times before the message finally comes through.

TCB [4:48pm]: Hey, are we still on for tomorrow night? Let me know what sounds good for dinner.

Taehyung sets the phone back down on the table and closes his eyes. Why does he feel so much turmoil over this bartender. He barely knows him. What is so special about Jungkook? Taehyung tries his hardest to forget the curve of his cheeks... his nose... his lips.

When he opens his eyes again, his phone is not on the table, it’s in Jimin’s hands.

“What are you doing?!” Taehyung shouts, reaching for his phone. But it’s too late. The message that Jimin had been typing out was sent.

Taehyung [4:49pm]: How was your date with Beomgyu?

“Why would you do that?!” Taehyung shouts. “Now he is going to think I’m stalking him!”

“You deserve to know the truth!” Jimin shouts in return. They both watch and the typing bubble appears.

TCB [4:50pm]: What?

TCB [4:50pm]: How do you know about Beomgyu?

Taehyung doesn’t hesitate with his response.

Taehyung [4:51pm]: The other bartender told me. I went to visit you at work last night, but obviously you weren’t there.

TCB [4:51pm]: Yoongi?

TCB [4:51pm]: Listen, I promise it isn’t what it sounds like.

TCB [4:52pm]: Let me explain over dinner tomorrow night. My treat.

Taehyung and Jimin consider the offer. If he isn’t dating Beomgyu, then who is he?

Taehyung [4:52pm]: Okay.

~~~~~~~

The sushi restaurant that Jungkook picked is a little bit... quaint. Is quaint the right word? Taehyung is used to dining at sushi restaurants that have plates starting at $40, but the most expensive thing on the menu here is a $12 Drunken Sailor roll.

There are a few people eating at the bar and a few tables taken up around the restaurant. Taehyung arrived early so he could ground himself before facing Jungkook. He’s still embarrassed about the message Jimin sent. Maybe he’ll be able to explain himself....

“Hey! You’re early.” Jungkook is walking in the door. He’s wearing dark ripped jeans and a plain white t-shirt. The same thing he usually wears at work. Every part of him is shining.

“Yeah sorry.” Taehyung tries to laugh, but it comes out more as a cough. “I’ve never eaten here before, thought I’d check out the menu.” He gestures toward the menu board that’s secured to the ceiling.

“Well everything is good here. I come here at least once a week.” Jungkook smiles brightly. This is exactly why Taehyung came early. He knew he would struggle to focus on anything but Jungkook.

It’s not just his physical beauty. The way he carries himself is so warm and inviting and Taehyung wants to be close to him. Even after the awkwardness from the day before, it feels so natural to be standing there with him.

“The Drunken Sailor roll sounds interesting, but I may have to stick with the timeless classic, the California roll.” Taehyung says.

“Ah, you know I’ve been meaning to try the Drunken Sailor. It’s a new addition to the menu.” Jungkook steps forward to order and pay for the two of them. “Two California rolls and a Drunken Sailor roll. Oh and a bottle of sake.”

Jungkook confidently leads Taehyung toward the back of the restaurant to a booth. The way he slides into the seat, Taehyung can tell this is his preferred spot in the restaurant.

“So I guess, I should go ahead and address the elephant in the room.” Jungkook starts. A waiter brings two glasses of water, two empty cups, and a bottle of apple sake. Taehyung reaches for his water to sip.

“I think there was a misunderstanding. Yoongi thought you already knew about Beomgyu.” Jungkook says as he pours some of the sake into the cups, Taehyung chokes a little on his water.

“Who is Beomgyu?” Taehyung finally asks. Jungkook waits a moment, sipping the sake before responding.

“Beomgyu is my son.” Jungkook states plainly. Taehyung pauses to absorb the information, but quickly a feeling of relief washes over him.

“Did you mention him when I was wasted?” He asks.

“No, no. I don’t usually tell people I have a son until after a few dates.” Jungkook replies. It makes sense. It’s safer to protect the child’s identity. “But I like you and I didn’t want to throw our chance away because I wasn’t telling you the whole truth.”

Taehyung smiles, but he feels a twinge of guilt growing in his gut. He had been planning to hide his wealth from Jungkook, but maybe he should just be honest too.

“In the spirit of being honest, maybe I should tell you that I’m... fairly wealthy?” Taehyung’s voice fades to a whisper by the end. “I run a company.” He adds.

Jungkook cracks a smile.

“I know.” He says. “You told me all about that when you were drunk.” Jungkook chuckles.

“Oh really?” Taehyung scratches the back of his head. How embarrassing.

“To be honest, that’s another reason why I didn’t want to tell you about Beommie at first.” Jungkook shuffles in his seat. “I don’t want you to think that I’m interested in you for your money. I mean look at this place, obviously I don’t make a lot of money.”

“Hey this place is great. I’m sure the sushi is delicious.” Taehyung argues.

“Yeah, it’s just. I don’t want you to think that I’ve got a son and I’m a... gold digger.” At that, the two of them break out into laughter.

“Well when I’m sober, I try not to let many people know about my money. It changes the way people act around you.” Taehyung sighs, pouring himself some of the sake.

“It’s the same with having kids. No one is interested in dating someone who is already tied down like that.” Jungkook watches Taehyung’s face carefully for a reaction, but he just furrows his brow.

“I think kids are great.” Taehyung shares with a genuine smile.

“I’d love for you to meet Beomgyu sometime in the future. I usually wait until things are more serious than a first date to introduce him to people.” Jungkook explains and Taehyung lifts a brow.

“Not, not that there’s been a lot of people, I’ve only introduced him to one person I dated a while ago.” Jungkook tries to recover.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. We both have pasts. I am kind of curious though, are you gay or bisexual? Most single gays don’t end up with children.” Taehyung questions and Jungkook shakes his head a little.

“I don’t really like to label myself. I guess back then I thought I was straight, but now?” Jungkook taps his fingers against the table, thinking. “I guess most people would label me pansexual.”

“Wow so I’m in competition with... everyone then?” Taehyung chuckles to himself and then takes a sip of the sake.

“I actually met Beomgyu’s mother in high school, we were-” Jungkook is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. Jungkook fishes the phone out of his pocket. “And this is her, sorry I have to take this.”

Jungkook scoots out of the booth and steps away from the table. Taehyung can tell by his body language that he’s worried. After just a few seconds on the phone, Jungkook returns to the table with a crease in his brow.

“Apparently Beomgyu fell and hit his head pretty hard. He’s okay, but he’s at the hospital getting checked out...” Jungkook trails off.

“Oh, okay, we can reschedule for another time.” Taehyung throws a couple of twenty dollar bills on the table and exits the booth, but Jungkook pauses.

“Listen, I rode my bike here, could you possibly... give me a ride?” Jungkook asks hesitantly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That’s no problem at all.” Taehyung motions for Jungkook to follow him and leads the way to his car at a quick pace. Jungkook seems unfazed by the shiny BMW parked down the street.

“I really appreciate this, Tae.” Jungkook smiles over at Taehyung as they buckle into their seats.

“Please don’t worry about it.” Taehyung reaches over and squeezes Jungkook’s hand before driving off toward the hospital.

~~~~~~~

“Would you like me to wait here, or I can schedule a Lyft for you?” Taehyung questions Jungkook when they arrive at the children’s hospital and he thinks about it for a moment.

“Would you like to come in? I know it’s very sudden to meet Beomgyu, but...” Jungkook squeezes Taehyung’s hand that he hadn’t yet let go of. “I’ve got a good feeling.”

The two men navigate the hospital corridors together, stopping to peer inside the window of Beomgyu’s hospital bed. The small boy, who shares many of his father’s beautiful features, is playing with his mother’s cell phone.

“Would you mind waiting here for a few minutes?” Jungkook asks.

Taehyung nods and Jungkook enters the hospital room. Immediately Beomgyu abandons the phone and Taehyung can see him mouth something excitedly to his dad. Jungkooks sits on the foot of Beomgyu’s bed, his all black outfit stark against the clinical background.

Taehyung catches Beomgyu’s mom looking at him while she talks to Jungkook. She’s beautiful too. She stands and collects her phone from Beomgyu before exiting the room.

“I’m going for a coffee, would you like anything?” She says with a coy smile. Taehyung shakes his head and gives her a little wave.

Jungkook is still chatting with his son. Beomgyu is animatedly explaining something to him and both his and Jungkook’s eyes light up, almost a mirror image. Taehyung is grinning when Jungkook looks over at him and motions for him to enter the room.

Taehyung cautiously enters the room, but keeps his distance. He gives wide-eyed Beomgyu a wave and a slight bow.

“Hello, I’m Taehyung. You must be Beomgyu?” The boy nods. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” Beomgyu smiles, but his attention is quickly grabbed by the doctor entering the room.

“Which of you is Mr. Jeon?” Jungkook promptly stands. “I’ll catch you up quickly.” Jungkook follows the doctor back into the hall to discuss Beomgyu’s status.

Taehyung crosses the room and sits on a chair near the window. Beomgyu’s eyes follow him curiously.

“Beomgyu, what kind of things do you do for fun?” Taehyung questions.

“I like to do art!” He responds.

“What’s your favorite medium to work with?” Taehyung continues.

“Medium..?” Beomgyu’s face twists with confusion.

“Ah.... Do you like to draw with crayons or do you like to paint?” Taehyung clarifies his question.

“I like to paint, but my mom thinks it’s too messy, so I mostly draw.” Beomgyu explains.

“I like to paint too. Maybe we can paint together sometime. I have an art studio in my home.” Taehyung smiles.

~~~~~~~

After the doctor gets the important information out of the way, the fact that Beomgyu will be okay and doesn’t require any treatments, Jungkook’s gaze falls back inside the hospital room. Taehyung and his son are laughing about something together. Taehyung seems like a natural.

“Dad!”

“Beomgyu!” Jungkook responds as he enters the room.

“Taehyung is so cool, he said we could do art together and he doesn’t even care if we make a mess!” Beomgyu practically falls off the hospital bed in excitement.

“Wow that sounds like fun, as long as it’s at his house.” Jungkook winks at Taehyung, who smiles and nods in return.

“Can he stay for dinner tonight?” Beomgyu asks, Taehyung’s smile growing wider.

Maybe he can stay forever... Jungkook thinks.

~~~~~~~

Thank you so much for reading!

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