#thread: triz x bryson 01

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@writermuses - Continued from your reply to my original open post HERE!

Was he jealous? Absolutely. Bryson knew the history about Cole. He and Beatriz had always been very open with each other. Honesty was always important, at least in his opinion. Any relationship needed it, but a relationship where one person was in the military? It was vital. The long periods of time where people could be physically separated from each other made that trust an essential part of a relationship surviving. So, when he'd seen the man that he knew his girlfriend had used to have a crush on spending time with her alone, he immediately began to wonder if his trust had been betrayed.

Our of love and respect for her, he stopped as she reached for him, listening to her short explanation. He'd forgotten it was even his birthday. Deployments always did that to him, throwing off his days so that he couldn't remember what day or time it was. His brow furrowed as his eyes took in her expression. Cole certainly wasn't looking guilty, and she looked to be telling the truth. She could have asked him to leave, and then it could have appeared more suspicious, but she didn't make any move to do that. She must be telling the truth then.

The tension eased and he breathed out, running a hand over his face. "Sorry. I'm sorry," he apologized before reaching for her and wrapping his arms around her. "I was just excited to see you, and I got jealous like an asshole. You don't deserve that." He pulled back and looked her in the eye. "Can you forgive me? I even forgot about my birthday... it's been so long since I celebrated it now."

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It was impossible not to laugh at her comment and the way Triz did her little dance. "I'm curious to see what you come up with when it comes to nicknames. I know you've got a creative mind, so I can only imagine what they'll be." He watched as she moved around the kitchen, returning her quick kiss before he watched her once more with a smile on his face. Arching a brow, Bryson scoffed, "Birthday rules? Where? I've never heard of any rule like that before, and you're going to make me look like a lazy bum sitting here watching you do all the work on that cake. Although, you icing it might be for the best, I'm not so sure that it'll look good at all if I get my hands on it."

Seeing Beatriz as happy as she was in that moment made Bryson feel as though he were glowing with happiness in return. "I can stay here with you, if you're okay with it. But you might be obligated to make some rounds with me because once people hear that I'm back home they're going to want to see me. Especially my mom, dad, brother, and sister. They'll be the first to want to organize some family dinner and have us there. You too. You'll never be let off the hook." He could only smile at the thought of Triz with his family. They loved her, of course. She was easy to love, and he was happy that they liked her. After all, Bryson wanted a strong and lasting relationship like the one that his parents had. It was harder for him, what with his career choice, but that didn't mean he couldn't have the storybook love that his parents had too. His goal was to make sure that Beatriz knew that he was dedicated to making her as happy as he could.

Triz wiggled her shoulders. "I can definitely think of a few nicknames, but whether or not you'll like them, Birthday Boy, is to be determined." Once he was on the stool at her large kitchen island and she was aproned up and ready to keep cooking and baking, she skipped around the kitchen grabbing a beer for him before pushing the second stool against his and standing on the rungs to reach his lips. When Beatriz hopped back down she was practically glowing as she got back to work. "I just wanted to do that before I get all messy again... and I mean it when I say I'm getting messy. It's birthday rules that you can't help make it. Besides, I had a whole plan for icing this cake and even if you watch me do it I do still want it to be perfect. Then I'm gonna sing you the song and we're going to eat until we have food baby bellies."

Moving around the kitchen, picking up where she and Cole had left of, Beatriz looked up at Bryson absolutely beaming. "I can't even tell you how happy I am that I get to watch you eat all of this. I thought I'd just send you some pictures and promise to make it again on your next trip back and probably spend the night a little sad but with a happy tummy and then pawn off cake on my coworkers tomorrow." Her eyes glimmered with happy tears. "Are you going to stay with me your whole leave or am I going to need to take of work to be glued to your hip while you go visit other people?" Truthfully, she was going to text her boss that she wasn't coming in regardless. There was no way she would waste a minute of this time together.

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Triz was a quiet soul, living a life of routine. Having grown up in a small coastal North Carolina beach town there hadn't been much of anything for her in the vein of jobs or a dating pool. Her first high school job at a small beachfront restaurant was where she still worked to this day. Any time off was still spent at the pier next to the restaurant. The only things that had changed were that she no longer harbored a massive crush on Cole, her colleague, turned boss and friend; and she was no longer a hostess but the Chef de Partie. They'd trained her up and she'd stepped up to the challenge. Bryson was the first person to come into her life and make her want more and she was so grateful for him.

Cole had come over to help her cook and bake, looking concerned for her sanity as she prepared a quiet little birthday surprise for her boyfriend. He'd asked her if Bryson was even going to be back that day, she didn't know, but it wouldn't stop her from hoping, from acting like she wasn't lonely and missing him, wishing he was there for his birthday. When the door opened, the brunette turned around quickly, surprise cutting off her laughter. Her eyebrows drew together in confusion at him being there and then his words. "No, it's not like that. Come back..." She swerved around the counter, peeling off her flour-coated apron and reaching for her boyfriend. "Bryson, it's your birthday. I was hoping you'd be back and I was making you a cake. Cole was just helping with the cooking dinner of part."

Open Starter: Any females (Must be 21+) Plot: Bryson and your muse have been dating. He has been gone on a mission for a while with no contact (not uncommon). He has returned, and shows up to surprise you but finds you with another guy. (Can be they're a friend, relative, or new boyfriend anything works!)

If there was one thing that Bryson found really inconvenient about his job, it was the fact that he might get a call all of a sudden with no warning to leave. He might have to be out the door and find himself leaving in all under an hour. Most times, this meant leaving without being able to say goodbye. He absolutely couldn't say where he was going, or what they were doing, so leaving quietly generally worked for the best. However, missing his girl was definitely a downside. Not being able to tell her when he was going, or when he would return, was absolutely the worst part of it all.

The moment they touched down back at home, Bryson's mind was on one thing. He needed to see her. He'd stopped only to buy some flowers, and then headed straight to her place. He pulled up, grabbing the flowers and climbing out of the car, but on his way to the door he stopped, seeing her exit her place. At first a smile began to form, until another figure stepped out of the door and he saw a man he'd never met before. That was when his eyes locked on hers.

"I was going to surprise you, but it looks like you've already got company," he said in a tone that he forced to be even.

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Triz giggled something fierce as she nodded. "I think there's really only one golden rule for a birthday and that's to have as much fun as twenty-four hours can allow. If being the icing licking, King of Taste Testers is what you want then that's what you'll be." Beatriz had loved the job growing up and, now that she'd made a career in a kitchen, tasting creations was still one of her favorite tasks; topped only by watching others enjoy her food. "You drive a hard bargain. I think even if it was your birthday I'm just so happy you're home that I couldn't say no to your handsome face even if I tried.... I really wouldn't even tried." She started to giggle again.

"I was hoping you'd ask, but I didn't want to push it. I know that your time home is limited. I'd never assume that you would choose me over time with them or push to go along." Triz smiled up at him from across the island, The mixer whipping his icing. Only when it was ready did she bring him one of the wire whip. "But I'm also never going to say no to more time with you or to getting to know a single person you love. They helped mold you into my dreamboat of a man, it would be an honor to get to finally meet them. Just say when and I'll sort out my schedule at work." She passed him his treat and watched, "What do you think?"

With a gentle nudge to his side, "They're not going to love me more. My own parents can't stand me. I'll do my best to stay in their good graces, but..." For a moment her smile faltered, "Are they going to be upset that you're with someone who hardly scraped out a high school diploma? Most people don't think very highly of restaurant workers unless it's some fancy five star place or they own it. I don't know if that's something I want or that I would ever achieve if I did."

Every single moment of her gliding around the kitchen seemed like a beautiful dream to Bryson. He couldn't even remember how many times he had imagined this sort of image while he had been away. Holding his hands up in surrender he laughed as he spoke, "As the birthday boy I promise to follow all the rules, especially if I'm staying here and getting koala clings. That sounds like the best kind of birthday, and nobody can tell me otherwise." He pointed toward the spatula, "Do I get to lick the icing off of that when you're done? You know, since I'm the birthday boy and all." He pouted playfully to add to the effect.

Relaxing against the kitchen island once more, Bryson gave her a reassuring smile. "I think it's about time you meet my family, don't you? They've been asking for you to come by with me. They already love you, and they haven't even really met you. That's all based off of what I've told him. Believe me, you're going to be a hit. You might even become their absolute favorite, and they'll adopt you over me. I think my parents always wanted another daughter, and it'll take two seconds with you before they are begging you to stay forever." He rested his chin on his hand as his elbow settled on the surface of the island. "Is that okay with you? I probably should've asked you before springing, or forcing the idea on you..."

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Every single moment of her gliding around the kitchen seemed like a beautiful dream to Bryson. He couldn't even remember how many times he had imagined this sort of image while he had been away. Holding his hands up in surrender he laughed as he spoke, "As the birthday boy I promise to follow all the rules, especially if I'm staying here and getting koala clings. That sounds like the best kind of birthday, and nobody can tell me otherwise." He pointed toward the spatula, "Do I get to lick the icing off of that when you're done? You know, since I'm the birthday boy and all." He pouted playfully to add to the effect.

Relaxing against the kitchen island once more, Bryson gave her a reassuring smile. "I think it's about time you meet my family, don't you? They've been asking for you to come by with me. They already love you, and they haven't even really met you. That's all based off of what I've told him. Believe me, you're going to be a hit. You might even become their absolute favorite, and they'll adopt you over me. I think my parents always wanted another daughter, and it'll take two seconds with you before they are begging you to stay forever." He rested his chin on his hand as his elbow settled on the surface of the island. "Is that okay with you? I probably should've asked you before springing, or forcing the idea on you..."

Beatriz moved around the kitchen with her usual grace. It was, after all, the only place she felt completely herself. Having Bryson here only made that feeling wholly complete and she couldn't help but smile at the thought that now she'd be able to perfectly picture him at the kitchen island when he was gone again. "You don't need to even ask to stay here. You're staying and I'm koala clinging to all those muscles as long as I can." She smiled, waving her icing coated spatula at him while she spoke. "But you're the birthday boy so the rules are no cooking, no baking, only spoiling of the best man in all the land." Triz stuck her tongue out at him and as she listened she was glad that Cole would be able to redo the schedule, all she'd need to text him would be how many days Bryson would be home and he'd make sure that her vacation days were put on the calendar. Pulled out of her thoughts at the mention of his family, she straightened up, her heart skipping a beat or two. "You want me to meet your family?"

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Beatriz moved around the kitchen with her usual grace. It was, after all, the only place she felt completely herself. Having Bryson here only made that feeling wholly complete and she couldn't help but smile at the thought that now she'd be able to perfectly picture him at the kitchen island when he was gone again. "You don't need to even ask to stay here. You're staying and I'm koala clinging to all those muscles as long as I can." She smiled, waving her icing coated spatula at him while she spoke. "But you're the birthday boy so the rules are no cooking, no baking, only spoiling of the best man in all the land." Triz stuck her tongue out at him and as she listened she was glad that Cole would be able to redo the schedule, all she'd need to text him would be how many days Bryson would be home and he'd make sure that her vacation days were put on the calendar. Pulled out of her thoughts at the mention of his family, she straightened up, her heart skipping a beat or two. "You want me to meet your family?"

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It was impossible not to laugh at her comment and the way Triz did her little dance. "I'm curious to see what you come up with when it comes to nicknames. I know you've got a creative mind, so I can only imagine what they'll be." He watched as she moved around the kitchen, returning her quick kiss before he watched her once more with a smile on his face. Arching a brow, Bryson scoffed, "Birthday rules? Where? I've never heard of any rule like that before, and you're going to make me look like a lazy bum sitting here watching you do all the work on that cake. Although, you icing it might be for the best, I'm not so sure that it'll look good at all if I get my hands on it."

Seeing Beatriz as happy as she was in that moment made Bryson feel as though he were glowing with happiness in return. "I can stay here with you, if you're okay with it. But you might be obligated to make some rounds with me because once people hear that I'm back home they're going to want to see me. Especially my mom, dad, brother, and sister. They'll be the first to want to organize some family dinner and have us there. You too. You'll never be let off the hook." He could only smile at the thought of Triz with his family. They loved her, of course. She was easy to love, and he was happy that they liked her. After all, Bryson wanted a strong and lasting relationship like the one that his parents had. It was harder for him, what with his career choice, but that didn't mean he couldn't have the storybook love that his parents had too. His goal was to make sure that Beatriz knew that he was dedicated to making her as happy as he could.

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Triz wiggled her shoulders. "I can definitely think of a few nicknames, but whether or not you'll like them, Birthday Boy, is to be determined." Once he was on the stool at her large kitchen island and she was aproned up and ready to keep cooking and baking, she skipped around the kitchen grabbing a beer for him before pushing the second stool against his and standing on the rungs to reach his lips. When Beatriz hopped back down she was practically glowing as she got back to work. "I just wanted to do that before I get all messy again... and I mean it when I say I'm getting messy. It's birthday rules that you can't help make it. Besides, I had a whole plan for icing this cake and even if you watch me do it I do still want it to be perfect. Then I'm gonna sing you the song and we're going to eat until we have food baby bellies."

Moving around the kitchen, picking up where she and Cole had left of, Beatriz looked up at Bryson absolutely beaming. "I can't even tell you how happy I am that I get to watch you eat all of this. I thought I'd just send you some pictures and promise to make it again on your next trip back and probably spend the night a little sad but with a happy tummy and then pawn off cake on my coworkers tomorrow." Her eyes glimmered with happy tears. "Are you going to stay with me your whole leave or am I going to need to take of work to be glued to your hip while you go visit other people?" Truthfully, she was going to text her boss that she wasn't coming in regardless. There was no way she would waste a minute of this time together.

There had always been something uniquely comforting about Beatriz whenever they were together. She had a way of relaxing him that nobody else could even come close to doing if they were to try. All Bryson could do was close his eyes and nod along with her words. "Alright, you're right. You're absolutely right. Nothing comes close to our love for each other... and you know what? I think I like hearing you call me Birthday Boy. I'm gonna be sad when it's over. What other good nicknames can you come up with for me because this one might be hard to top."

A snort escaped him at her demands to not call himself an asshole again. Holding his hands up in surrender, he laughed, "Okay! I promise never to use that word to describe him again!" He followed to where she nudged him into a stool, and Bryson watched her as she spoke and pulled an apron on, a smile forming on his face. "Hmm, maybe a drink, I'll wait on the cake for a snack." Her sudden exclamation left Bryson laughing once more. "I am, can you believe it? Because I almost can't." Leaning forward on his arms, he asked, "Are you sure I can't help with the cake. I mean, I know it's for me and all, but I'm more than happy to put in some work for my own birthday cake. I'm no artist, and it might not be pretty, but you made it so it's likely to taste good."

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There had always been something uniquely comforting about Beatriz whenever they were together. She had a way of relaxing him that nobody else could even come close to doing if they were to try. All Bryson could do was close his eyes and nod along with her words. "Alright, you're right. You're absolutely right. Nothing comes close to our love for each other... and you know what? I think I like hearing you call me Birthday Boy. I'm gonna be sad when it's over. What other good nicknames can you come up with for me because this one might be hard to top."

A snort escaped him at her demands to not call himself an asshole again. Holding his hands up in surrender, he laughed, "Okay! I promise never to use that word to describe him again!" He followed to where she nudged him into a stool, and Bryson watched her as she spoke and pulled an apron on, a smile forming on his face. "Hmm, maybe a drink, I'll wait on the cake for a snack." Her sudden exclamation left Bryson laughing once more. "I am, can you believe it? Because I almost can't." Leaning forward on his arms, he asked, "Are you sure I can't help with the cake. I mean, I know it's for me and all, but I'm more than happy to put in some work for my own birthday cake. I'm no artist, and it might not be pretty, but you made it so it's likely to taste good."

Beatriz shook her head, mirroring Bryson's movements and holding him just as he was holding her except her hands rubbed the familiar, firm muscles of his back. "Stop that, no sorrys, okay? I can understand how it looked. I'm just glad you know me and trust me that this wasn't that." Scrunching her nose like she'd smelled something particularly 'icky'. "I know he was my first crush, but schoolgirl love has nothing on what I feel for you, Birthday Boy."

Standing on the tips of her toes Triz pecked his lips, talking between each kiss. "Now, please never call my man an asshole again. I happen to know he's a million and one things but the a-word isn't one of them." She laughed, tugging on his hand, bringing him toward his cake before she nudged him to take a seat on a stool. "I'm almost done. Just need to finish icing the cake and then I can hurt your ears with a little rendition of Feliz Cumpleaños." As she put the apron back on, Beatriz found herself scampering back around the door to kiss him again. "Do you want a drink or snack while you wait on me?" There was no way the cake would be aesthetically pleasing if she couldn't stop her hands from excitedly shaking and her eyes from wandering. "You're really home!"

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Beatriz shook her head, mirroring Bryson's movements and holding him just as he was holding her except her hands rubbed the familiar, firm muscles of his back. "Stop that, no sorrys, okay? I can understand how it looked. I'm just glad you know me and trust me that this wasn't that." Scrunching her nose like she'd smelled something particularly 'icky'. "I know he was my first crush, but schoolgirl love has nothing on what I feel for you, Birthday Boy."

Standing on the tips of her toes Triz pecked his lips, talking between each kiss. "Now, please never call my man an asshole again. I happen to know he's a million and one things but the a-word isn't one of them." She laughed, tugging on his hand, bringing him toward his cake before she nudged him to take a seat on a stool. "I'm almost done. Just need to finish icing the cake and then I can hurt your ears with a little rendition of Feliz Cumpleaños." As she put the apron back on, Beatriz found herself scampering back around the door to kiss him again. "Do you want a drink or snack while you wait on me?" There was no way the cake would be aesthetically pleasing if she couldn't stop her hands from excitedly shaking and her eyes from wandering. "You're really home!"

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Was he jealous? Absolutely. Bryson knew the history about Cole. He and Beatriz had always been very open with each other. Honesty was always important, at least in his opinion. Any relationship needed it, but a relationship where one person was in the military? It was vital. The long periods of time where people could be physically separated from each other made that trust an essential part of a relationship surviving. So, when he'd seen the man that he knew his girlfriend had used to have a crush on spending time with her alone, he immediately began to wonder if his trust had been betrayed.

Our of love and respect for her, he stopped as she reached for him, listening to her short explanation. He'd forgotten it was even his birthday. Deployments always did that to him, throwing off his days so that he couldn't remember what day or time it was. His brow furrowed as his eyes took in her expression. Cole certainly wasn't looking guilty, and she looked to be telling the truth. She could have asked him to leave, and then it could have appeared more suspicious, but she didn't make any move to do that. She must be telling the truth then.

The tension eased and he breathed out, running a hand over his face. "Sorry. I'm sorry," he apologized before reaching for her and wrapping his arms around her. "I was just excited to see you, and I got jealous like an asshole. You don't deserve that." He pulled back and looked her in the eye. "Can you forgive me? I even forgot about my birthday... it's been so long since I celebrated it now."