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choices-love-affair · 3 years

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✨this✨

I needed this, so wholesome. You’re writing is magnificent, everything you write is always 😗👌🏻

i would like to request 18 & 56 for ian x mc if you wanna write it🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Thanks for the ask @raleigheffingcarrera ❤️❤️

You can find the prompt list here.

#18- “Do you own anything that isn’t a woollen jumper?”

#56-“I don’t think i’ve ever see you without a book in your hand…”

Word count: 2.1 K (fuck that is longer that I thought it would be)

Author's note: okay so this is my first time writing Ian X mc and I hope it lives up to your expectations 😅

And also I have changed the MC's character a little because let's agree.. um qb MC is creepy🤢

Forgive me if I make any mistakes and I hope you like it ❤️

Falling like the stars

Bianca sat on one of the tables in the almost empty quad, studying. Sure, she was part of 'the Elite' and climbing the popularity charts but being a straight A student for most of her academic career would never remove the nerd in her.

Fall was around the corner, so the trees were a burst of red, orange and green. The leaves rustled with the wind and the setting sun casted long shadows on the ground. The birds chirped and the sky was a hue of reds and pinks, making the entire place look so serene.

There used to have such pretty sunsets back home. Bianca thought, swimming in nostalgia.

Shaking her head, she dived back into her notes, several books open around her as she resumed writing.

It went on like that for an hour before she heard laughter and chatter from the other end of the quad. Students filed out of the anthropology class.

Must be the class which Ian set up for the people who failed the mock test. Bianca mused to herself.

As the students poured out, her eyes kept on flitting to the entrance, waiting for him to come out.

God, just how whipped are you?

Whenever she thought about her past interactions with Ian, she would mentally face palm.

She wanted to bang her head at how cringy and dumb she acted around him. She wanted to be smooth, but she would come across as a creep. She wanted to come across as understanding, but she would come across as pressurising. She wanted to come across as caring, but she ended up being overbearing.

Ian was such a sweetheart that he would brush of the comments but seeing the discomfort in his eyes made her want to curl up into a ball and die.

She just couldn't understand how she manage to fuck up everytime. Sure she was good at flirting with both guys and girls but, that was just mindless fun. Just a mutual exchange.

But with Ian, it was different. Ian was not the kind of guy you could just add to a list of hook ups. He was the kind of guy you could have long conversations and not get bored. He is the kind of guy who would listen to your problems and guide you. He is the kind of guy you could call at 3 am and he would come over to be by your side as you cry.

He is the kind of guy you could fall in love with.

And those guys were dangerous. If you fell for him, your life would never be the same, take it however you want.

Yet... She found herself doing the exact opposite of what she promised herself to not do.

Fall for her anthropology professor.

She saw Ian exit the classroom, his laptop in hand. She observed his outfit and it was the usual he wore. Tie, woollen jumper (for it was chilly), formal pants and brown Oxfords.

Does he own anything that isn't a woollen jumper?

She saw him talk to a couple of students before bidding them good night.

Look away Hughes. Look away before-

His eyes snapped to hers, as if he had an inbuilt radar.

-he sees you.

Blushing and caught in the act, she raised her hand and sent a small wave. He gave a grin and started walking towards her.

Shit shit shit. He is coming here what do I do?

Be yourself. He inner voice said, which sounded eerily like Zoey's.

Be myself? What kind of dumb advice is that.

She looked down at her notes, her voluminous curls covering her face praying to God, that she doesn't fuck up this time.

"In the entirety of this week, I don't think I've seen you without a book in your hand..." Ian spoke up, an amused grin on his face.

Twirling her pen she spoke. "Well there is a saying- No matter what clothes you wear, you can't shake out the nerd in you."

"Let me guess, its a quote which you came up on the spot."

Shooting an embarassing grim she spoke. "Guilty as charged. There is a reason I'm not majoring in Lit."

They both chuckled. Cupping her face in her hand she said, "You look awfully cheery today."

"Obviously, it's the weekend and I'm not going to have to deal with students and faculty for 48 hours."

Giving her books a stink eye she sighed. "I wish I could get out. I'm just so done with everyone."

"Why is that? Aren't you like Miss Popular now? Where are your friends?"

"They aren't-" stopping abruptly she sighed and played with her hands on the table.

Ian reached and squeezed one of her hands which had her looking up to see kind dark eyes stare back at her. "Something's bothering you. Do you wanna talk about it? I'm a good listener."

Her heart leaped but her notes glared back at her. "I would love to but I have to study."

"Yeah, I know that. But I also know that you should not burn yourself out. When was the last break you took? Or the last time you are?"

Silence.

"Well that answers my concerns. C'mon I know this food truck with delicious giant burritos."

Closing her book shuts and placing her pens into her pouch she stood up and stretched. Ian's eyes narrowed on to the exposed skin of her torso.

Ian, calm down. Don't stare at her like you want to fuck her. She is your student and you are the professor. He chanted to himself before helping her close her books.

Placing the books in her satchel, she threw the strap over her shoulder. "Okay. I won't turn down a giant burrito. But we will need to come back in an hour and half."

"Deal."

"This guy is a culinary genius. I used to come here to eat when I first shifted to NYC. They are so big-"

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"Oh god this smells sooo good." Bianca said as they stood in line for the food truck.

"That's what she said." Bianca snickered to which Ian gave an unamused expression.

She shrugged and gave an unbiased grin. "What? I saw the opportunity and I just couldn't let it slide."

"I swear you need Jesus." Ian muttered under his breath before stepping forward to place their order.

"Here, let me pay-" Bianca said as she reached for her purse but, was stopped by Ian grasping her wrist and shaking his head.

"It's my 'good luck for your exams' treat for you."

Bianca looked down, a shy smiling on her face.

Why do I get so flustered around him?

Taking their food, they walked further into the park and sat on a bench facing a small pond.

Unwrapping her burrito eagerly, she took a big bite and groaned as the spicy flavours burst into her mouth. "This is sho goofff." She said with her mouth full.

"Told you it would be worth it. " Ian said as he took a sip of his coke.

Gulping she smiled. "Never doubted you for a second."

"Wait you have something...here." Ian reached forward to wipe the sauce at the edge of her mouth with his thumb which left an onslaught of butterflies in her tummy.

Thank god it's dark and he can't see my cheeks.

They continued to eat in a comfortable silence before Ian spoke up. "So, are you ready to tell me what's bothering you?"

Swallowing her bite, she sighed. "It's just... I'm exhausted."

"Is it about your exams?"

"Nope. I love studying as dorky as it sounds. It's my only escape. But... I'm tired of everything else, y'know?"

"Is it about 'the T'? Poppy? The popularity hierarchy here?"

She scoffed as she agressively took a bite of her burrito. "Try all of the above."

Turning towards him, she spoke, her forehead furrowed with annoyance. "Do you how shitty this entire charade is? It feels like I'm in the fuckin Hunger games over here. I never gave a damn about how popular I am or how feminine I need to look or what kind of threads I need to wear to impress people. I am a 'band tee, shirts and Vans' kinda girl but here I am wearing-" she pointed at her black woollen turtle neck, her pleated skirt and knee length boots "- THIS! My mom would be shocked that I actually am wearing a skirt."

"I think you look beautiful." The compliment slipped out of his mouth without him even realizing.

His eyes widened after a moment. "I-" he began but he was stopped short by Bianca shaking her head and squeezing his arm in gratitude.

"Thank you Ian. But coming back to the topic, this is straight something out of mean girls and it's so unnatural. Hell, in my previous college everyone was too stressed and depressed to bother about this... This popularity contest!"

"Yep. That's Belvoire for you. Where the rich will trample over the poor." Sarcasm dripping off his lips which had Bianca chuckling.

Raising their coke bottles they clinged to each others. "I will drink to that."

Taking a sip, they both gazed at the water. The night sky reflected in it which made the entire place look magical. After sometime, Bianca spoke up. "I am not liking how it's changing me."

Ian turned towards her, their knees brushing against each other. Ian exercised his absolute control and willpower to not look down at the expanse of her legs.

"Care to elaborate?"

Letting out a humourless laugh she continued. "When I was accepted to Belvoire, I thought it would open up so many new opportunities. The exposure and knowledge would help me sharpen my skills. The various job offers and the placement deals... The list could go on and on."

Looking down at her almost finsihed burrito, she sighed. "But it's just opened up doors to manipulation, deceit and savageness."

Sighing, Ian gazed into the distance. "Well that is the funny thing about these elite schools. They promise you dreams but tell you you aren't good enough the moment you enter. They promise you hope that life will turn around but tell you that you are destined to your old ways. At the end of this torment, you are so way off from your morals. It's a paradox which I hate."

"Exactly!! And see, I'm assertive, I don't take shit from anyone and I won't hesitate to give it back to a bully. But, that became an invitation for people to see me as someone who would dethrone Poppy. It's tremendous pressure and Zoey has taken up the job of being some, marketing manager, trying to sell this brand called 'Bianca Hughes'. I love that girl but damn... I didn't sign up for this."

Ian wiped his mouth before continuing. "Sorry if this come across as crass, but I have noticed how you bask in the constant fawning and how most of the campus is head over heels in love."

"Well, I also have years of drama classes under the belt. It's all an act Ian. I am in this constant state of turned on and I am not able to turn it off."

Ian eyes bugged out and Bianca turned red after she realized what she said. "I didn't mean it in the sex way I meant it- argh!" She smacked her hand on her forehead.

Chuckling Ian squeezed her shoulder. "No I get it. You have been putting up a facade of someone you aren't and that would, of course be tiring. Years of staying here in the Big Apple and till this day, I wonder how far have I gone from the wide eyed boy who grew up in the suburbs. Would he be proud of what I have accomplished? Or be ashamed of how I have deviated from my morals?"

She shot a smile his way. "Well I think he would be proud. Despite how much the people around here drag you down, you are one of the most genuine people I have come across in this jungle filled with snakes. It feels nice that I have someone I can talk to about mundane problems without being judged, y'know?"

Ian smiled back at her and squeezed her hand. "Me too. I care about you and I am always here to listen to your problems and guide you. You are unique and don't let this entire ordeal take that away from you."

"Thank you Ian. I really appreciate it."

They got and threw the trash into the adjacent garbage as they started heading back for campus.

"Ian?"

"Yeah Bianca?" Ian turned towards her, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"I'm sorry if I come to hard on you. I don't do it on purpose, I swear! It's just - oof all my words get muddled up due to my feelings and I end up embarassing myself and making you uncomfortable."

He chuckled as he tucked her hair behind her ear, his gaze flitting to her brown orbs. "It's okay Bianca. People do crazy things when they have crush-itis."

"Lemme guess, you came up with that disease right now."

"Just like you did with that quote. Remind me again, what was it? No matter what clothes-"

She cut him off by lightly shoving him "Shut up." But he just continued laughing.

"You are annoying." She grumbled.

"But you still like me." He said as he nudged her shoulder.

That I do...

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choices-love-affair · 3 years

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What I would really love is for someone to send me in the right direction of some good, wholesome F!MC & Ian Queen B writers 🙊

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choices-love-affair · 3 years

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This one would have to be my absolute all time favourite 😂 makes me laugh every time without fail!

Baz: It’s not that hard! If you bite a snake and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, its venomous.

MC: What if it bites me and it dies?

June: That means you’re poisonous, simple.

Baz: Hold on! What if it bites itself and I die?

June: That’s voodoo.

MC: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

June: That’s correlation, not causation.

Baz: What if we just bite each other and neither of us dies?

MC: Now, that’s just kinky.

Ethan: Can we please focus back on the case?

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choices-love-affair · 4 years

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Excuse me?!

EXCUSE ME?!?!?

1000 followers?!?

Are you kidding me?!? ANUSHKAAAA!!!! I’m so bloody proud of you!!! This is so amazing omg 🥰🥰🥰 if anyone is deserving, it is absolutely 100000% you! I can never thank you enough for all the love and support you’ve given me.

You are undeniably the single most kind, genuine person I’ve ever met. I’m so proud of you, and again, congratulations 😘😘😘😘

1000 Followers Giveaway

You heard it right!! Anushka hit the big 1K🥳

Y'all I'm so so happy to hit this milestone and it would not have been possible without any of you, so it's my chance to give it back to y'all!!

So there are three things I'm gonna do:

A fic giveaway: The person who wins will get a fic with the pairing of their choice. I am okay with fluff/angst/NSFW as well.

A moodboard giveaway: As y'all know, I have gone into making moodboards as well so the person who wins will get a moodboard of the character of their choice.

World war AU: So, I had recently made a post about this prompt list which I had been dying to write about. It's gonna be in the form of love letters. So I will be opening only 10 slots for it and you can send in the pairing of your liking.

Some more instructions for participating:

If you want to participate, you have to follow me. New comers are allowed to participate as well!!

For the fic and moodboard giveaway

You need to reblog/comment on this post if you want to participate in the fic/moodboard giveaway.

The winner for the fic and moodboard giveaway will be chosen at random via wheelofnames.com

Now for the World War AU

I'm gonna open my ask box and the first ten people who request will get it

Anonymous requests won't be considered.

I'm allowed to refuse a certain pairing or topic if I feel uncomfortable.

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask (also I hope I explained it well since it's my first giveaway HEHEHEHH)

LETS GET THE WORD AROUND AND GOOO

Now onto some thank yous ❤️

@mvalentine MAL!!! The best thing out of this website was you🥺 I swear I have never met such an amazing, talented, strong, kind, talented and funny (ha +10 years on the life 😼) person in so long. I swear every conversation with you be it chaotic or deep, it just feel like we are chilling under the night sky and you are next to me 😂 it sucks that we are so far away because damn, we would have such a blast together 😩 I seriously love you and you are literally a blessing❤️ thank you so, so much for putting up with my bs you wife💕

@colossalpainintheass ECE!!! We met on the et**n ra***y group (rip that was a classy Tumblr chat) and SIS YOU WERE THE BEST QUARANTINE FRIEND I MADE. For the past 8 months we shared the laughs, the cries, the stress, the foolery, the anxiety attacks✨ and of course the happy times as well. I love how we cheer each other up but in the same breath manage to bully each other😂 but i wouldn't have it any other way❤️ I love you🥺

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@theodorepjames4 I know you might probably not see it since you are not very online BUT MAHIMA GOSH I LOVE YOU AND THE VIDEO CALLS WE HAVE❤️❤️❤️ I can always count on you to support me🥺 and sjkakakaka I love how you swear like a sailor because it just makes heavy topics easy to bear 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️ kaafi pyaar 💕

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@bratzlahela I know you are on a hiatus BUT NIKKA I LOVE YOU🥺 I love your sense of humour, I love your songs, I love your voice, I love YOU❤️ I am so glad that we finally talked via sms because sjkakaka we bith are shy heheheh but Nikka, I truly enjoy your ramblings on Tumblr and just having conversations with you❤️❤️ I hope you are doing better 💕

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@the-pale-goddess HILDE!!!!! NGL initially, I was really intimidated by how cool and talented you are🙈 But, I'm so glad we are friends❤️❤️ your sense of humour is impeccable and maybe I'm deranged but I start LAUGHING when I think of that "are you lost babygirl?" Post sjsjsjwjw. You are SUPREMELY TALENTED and gosh your smut is chef's kiss 😘 I love you and I hope you are taking care❤️

@beckaroo BECKY I LOVE YOU🥺🥺 I swear even before we met on discord I really liked how you didn't hesitate to state your opinions ❤️ you are so, so strong and I swear your accent is so sexy oof 😩😩 whisper into my ear 🙈I love you and your are amazing and GORGEOUS ❤️❤️❤️❤️

@cryinginthebackseat DIANDRA!!! First of all I'm so glad you didn't kick me out of the server because of the numerous puns I would make on your name. Dee-sappointing I know😔 but dee-s is who I am so 🤷‍♀️ but on this dee-day I have to say thank you for supporting me and hyping me❤️ you are amazing and SO FREAKING TALENTED LIKE OOF YOUR MARC ANTONY>>>>> ACOR ANTONY (take this as a hint on I'm asking for more 🤲🏽) You are so damn beautiful and gosh your voice 😩 not me simping after it sjsjsksk but on a serious note, I love you and I appreciate you so, so SO MUCH

@cursed-choices I honestly look up to you ANA🥺 you are literally the epitome of coolness and I swear YOU ARE SUCH👏 A👏 GOOD👏 FREAKING 👏ARTIST👏paint me like one of your french girls 💅 you give no fucks and honestly I'm always in awe of you❤️ love you loads queen💕💕

@dr-ramseys-rookie I know I sound like a broken record but you are so fucking amazing 🥺🥺 I love you and thank you for being there for me queen 💕💕

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@mayascherub I don't know if you will see it but I'm so so glad I met you🥺 you are stunning and so fucking strong👏 you don't take shit and you stay true to your morals and that's so, so admirable ❤️❤️ you are gorgeous and amazing 🥺 I love you wifey 🌹

Some other people who I have been blessed to meet are @blossomanarchy @takemyopenheart @not-sewell @jaxsmutsuo @ohramsey @tsrookie @ramseyboo18 +so so SO MANY MORE but I'm forgetting URLs rn 🤧

Once again thank you from the bottom of my heart❣️

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choices-love-affair · 4 years

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Thankyou so much! Part 3 has already been started so hopefully soon xx

To be honest, Ethan is sending me absolutely bananas! He needs to pull his head in soon before Rori gives up on him altogether!

Thanks for reading xx

Fever Pitch - Part 2

So I know I said this would be a two-part fic buuuuuut… it’s going to be more than that. This is set between Ethan returning from the Amazon, and goes into detail what happened that night, all from his perspective.

The last two months had been agonising for Ethan. Whilst he acknowledged that putting the physical and emotional distance between he and Lorelei was going to be undoubtedly difficult, he never could have imagined just how soul destroying and debilitating it would truly be. While the days spent working under stressful and often challenging environments occupied his headspace for the most part, it was the long and quiet nights that were all-consuming and drowning him in his own resentment. Watching her name flash up on the screen incessantly for the first few weeks had been difficult beyond compare, and as the phone calls and messages slowly dwindled out, his self-worth became non-existent. Truth be told, he was scared of the things he had said and even more so of the things he had done, fuelled by the fear of the unknown, cautious of relinquishing control and most of all, acutely aware of how inadequate he believed he was for her.

And so, he ran from his feelings, just as he always did.

Keep reading

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choices-love-affair · 4 years

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Could you add me to your tag list? I loved Fever Pitch! 💕

How did I miss this?! I am so sorry!! But yes, I absolutely can tag you. Part two has just been released, I hope you like it xx

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Fever Pitch - Part 2

So I know I said this would be a two-part fic buuuuuut... it’s going to be more than that. This is set between Ethan returning from the Amazon, and goes into detail what happened that night, all from his perspective.

And so, he ran from his feelings, just as he always did.

He had spent every day since that night in his office, tortured, reminiscing upon the times Harper had told him it was his inability to commit wholeheartedly - a ‘flaw’ she had called it, that would ultimately be his undoing. And whilst he was unphased when Harper left him, the situation with Lorelei occupied a completely different tier entirely. It was love, and it petrified him, whether he cared to admit it or not.

And for some god forsaken reason, she seemed to love him in return. Despite all the undesirable things he believed he represented as a man, she loved him. Flaws and all.

“I’m not deserving” he whispered to himself under his breath.

His feelings towards her had never subsided whilst he was away like he had hoped. If anything, they had amplified exponentially, and by the time he and the team felt like they had finally achieved what they had set out to do in the Amazon and return home, it was as though a lifetime had been spent. Would she even still be there? He thought to himself as he approached the plane and settled into his seat for the flight home.

“If you leave, I can assure you I won’t be here when you get back.” Her words on a constant loop, repeating themselves through his mind over and over, torturing him any opportunity they could.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. This is your Captain Stokes and Co-Pilot Saunders speaking. We anticipate a clear flight with an estimated arrival time into Boston Logan International Airport at 4.45pm. If you require any attention whatsoever, please do not hesitate to contact the crew who are more than happy to assist. So please, sit back and enjoy the flight.” the Captains voice cut through Ethan’s reverie over the loudspeakers.

It was time to go back home. Back to her.

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The constant swing of the door as patrons filled into Donahues beer garden, accompanied with the thrumming music from the jukebox, quickly turned the ambient hum into a buzzing and somewhat irritating noise that rubbed Lorelei the wrong way, a bad mood that had endured for the duration of his absence. Despondent that he had left, and exasperated that she remained there, waiting, the enduring bad mood constantly fuelled. The group of doctors sat at their new normal table out in the new beer garden – Lorelei often wondered if it was their constant patronage that led to Reggie having the means to finally afford the renovations – while the group enjoyed the twinkling clear sky, the drinks and conversation flowed all the same.

As Ethan approached the establishment, his heart was hammering so hard in his chest, he was sure he would sooner suffer from a literal stroke before he made it through the front door. Immediately approaching the bar and searching for liquid courage before even contemplating searching for the real reason he was there, he quickly gained Reggie’s attention.

“Ethan! You’re back, my friend!” Reggie exclaimed loudly, walking around the bar and up to Ethan in a few quick strides, enveloping him in a wholesome and genuine hug “the place wasn’t quite the same without you, ya moody bugger! Not to mention nobody appreciates the top shelf stuff quite like you do” he joked, giving Ethan’s shoulders a brisk shake, accompanied with a cheeky wink.

“Hello, Reggie” Ethan mused, smiling smally back at his friend

“You like what I’ve done with the place?” Reggie asked, gesturing around at his bar and smiling adoringly as his pride and joy.

“You’ve done well, my friend” Ethan replied absently, looking around behind him at the booths and watching each one with a lingering assessment

“Ahhh….” Smirked Reggie knowingly “she’s outside enjoying the new beer garden” he whispered conspiratorially into Ethan’s ear “just in case you were wondering” he continued, shrugging innocently before raising a cocked eyebrow at Ethan’s feigned confused face

“I don’t know-“

“Oh please! Do not insult me by pretending I’m wrong” he patted Ethan on the back affectionately before walking back to the other side of the bar, gesturing his head to the back door encouragingly again before returning to serve patrons waiting for their next drink.

Ethan took one last steadying breath, preparing his hopeful heart for the best, yet fearing very much the inevitable worse. As he pushed through the door and stepped out into the night, the scene before him hit him square in the face as time slowed to a near standstill. One by one, her friends stopped mid conversation to stare at him.

“He’s back!” he heard whispered from the table, and then it happened – she turned around, and his heart all but stopped. As their eyes locked, he found himself right back where he left two months ago - doubtful, anxious and under the abhorrent belief that he was undeserving of all that she was and inspired.

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“How am I supposed to push you to be everything you can be if I…” Ethan trailed off, unable to finish his thoughts, and as he watched her face fall, he could feel his heart and hers breaking all over again. He watched intently as her whole demeanour changed, shifting from responsive to shattered in a millisecond, as she searched his face for any sign of redemption.

“Goodnight, Dr Ramsey. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Her voice cool and dangerously calm echoed in the vacant beer garden, as she turned on her heel and walked out the door without a second glance back. Ethan watched her retreating form before sighing in frustration, turning back to the table to down the contents of his glass in one swift mouthful, watching the flames of the fire flick and dance up into the silent night. He pondered for a long while, before he heard the creak of the back door and the soft thud of footsteps approach him.

“Not a good time Reggie…” warned Ethan, not once looking up from the transfixing flames

“Well I’m sorry to disappoint, but when I heard third hand that my favourite son was back in town and that I was yet to hear from him myself, I decided to come find him instead” a familiar voice chastised Ethan as the bench seat shifted underneath the newly added weight now joining him. Ethan turned in fleeting surprise to see Naveen seated next to him, a knowing look on his face. Ethan’s expression quickly returned to a self-pitying somber, a small scoff escaped him

“I’m your only son” he retorted back, rolling his eyes, and turning back to his glass, filling it with more amber liquid.

“Then I am at liberty to remind you that you are obliged to listen” Naveen emphasised knowingly, staring at Ethan’s profile, a pang of sympathy for the younger, conflicted doctor seated before him.

“Really not in the mood to have all my failures laid before me, Naveen. I can assure you I’m capable of the self-loathing all on my own” Ethan laughed humourlessly, downing the drink as quick as the last on.

“There is something fundamentally wrong with me, Naveen” he shook his head at himself in disbelief, playing with the empty tumbler, knowing Naveen knew exactly what he was talking about.

Naveen tsked at the hopelessness emitting from Ethan, as he waited for him to continue. Silence ensued the two men as they both sat in their own private contemplation.

“I left because I thought it was what was best, for both of us. But every second I was gone I couldn’t help but regret every little thing I said and did… or didn’t say” explained Ethan, hazarding a side glance at Naveen, concerned he would be met with condescending disappointment. Instead, all he received was Naveen’s warm and encouraging expression, which immediately began to crumble Ethan’s resolve, tears welling in his eyes as he quicky looked away “I don’t even know what I was expecting when I came here. That she was just going to welcome me back with open arms? Just the sight of her petrifies me, for reasons I’ll never understand. I’ve hurt her more than I’ll ever care to admit, and I did that all on my own, Naveen. I tried so hard to maintain her reputation but all I did was shatter her wholesome heart. How can I ever expect her to work on the diagnostics team when I’ve done what I’ve done?!” he explained, a small shiver jolting through him as he realised how much damage he had caused.

Ethan paused, allowing himself a chance to gather his thoughts as he found himself becoming increasingly emotional, but also hoping Naveen may contribute something to help put him out of his misery. When Naveen said nothing, Ethan added

“I ripped her heart out when I left. I know I did because I ripped mine out too” he shook his head at the memory

“I know” Naveen finally added, as Ethan looked at him quizzically

“I was the one who picked up your pieces, Ethan. She was a mess when you left, and it took me the good part of two months to convince her that you were actually coming back! She thought you weren’t returning, that it was all her fault” explained Naveen, looking at Ethan pointedly “I won’t deny I was disappointed with you, son. How you dealt with the whole situation was inexcusable- “

“Helpful, thank you” Ethan interjected sarcastically

“BUT!” Naveen continued warningly “… it isn’t too late. She will hear you out Ethan, you just need to talk.” Naveen placed his hand upon Ethan’s shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze to emphasise the importance of what he was trying to say, as Ethan considered the older man’s words for a long while.

Wordlessly he stood up and collected his things, glancing at Naveen with newfound confidence and began walking to the exit. A smug, knowing grin spread across Naveen’s face as he realised he had managed to sway the internal riot in Ethan’s mind favourably

“Oh, and Ethan!” called Naveen, swiveling on the bench and meeting Ethan’s eyes as he turned back at the sound of his name “don’t ruin it. You and I both know what this girl means to you, and she doesn’t deserve this mess” he reminded his prodigy – medical mastermind, romantic dunce. Ethan nodded at Naveen before exiting the door and making his way to her apartment.

By the time he reached her front door, he was puffing, albeit more from anxiety than any kind of physical exertion, as he prepared himself mentally, tapping gently on the door.

Lorelei answered, dressed in an oversized sweatshirt, woolly socks and a messy bun that was haphazardly tied on the top of her head. Her face cycled through various emotions as she registered it was Ethan that stood before her, while also acutely aware of what she was wearing and where they were, before landing on irritated curiosity.

“Hi?” she shot, looking at him through narrowed eyes, her body language quickly turning defensive, “what do you want?”.

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@drethanramslay thank you so much you gem of a human! The fact people are asking after my work makes my lil heart just explode!! ... and reminds me I should update my masterlist 😬😬😬

Has anyone heard of this??? I feel like I read this fic, but I’m not sure who wrote it/what it’s called.

I also feel like there’s a lot of fics this could refer to, so please let me know if you know of this or something similar! Thanks 😁

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The fact that even one of my fics has even managed to find itself on here blows my absolute freaking mind 🤯🤯🤯

Ethan x F!MC Mini Series

Above Board - @utterlyinevitable

Part 1

Part 2

Birthday Duet - @jamespotterthefirst

On her birthday, Ethan shows up at her door with a gift.

Birthday

Satin Sheets [NSFW]

Chasing Cars - @oofchoices

Pt 1. “Because I Would”

Pt 2. “What Do We Do Now?”

Pt 3. “He Might Even Be In Love With You”

Expect the Unexpected - @thanialis Feat. Ethan x Harper

Parts 1-4

Part 5

Facade - @writinghereandthere

Part One

Part Two - Final

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Mal!!! Your review is too friggin sweet istg it gave me cavities!!

Firstly, I can’t take credit for the elevator metaphor, that was the ever-inspiring @drethanramslay when I desperately needed help getting out of my funk!

In other news, I love these two together so damn much! Even when they’re both breaking my heart. unfortunately Lorelei is stubborn, mixed with a smidge of immaturity yet the soul and life experience older than ethans, it makes their relationship such hard work.

Round of applause for the real MVP - Naveen! He really is the absolute gem of edenbrook, we all need a little Nav in our lives 🥰

As for part two, it’s in the works! It just needs to be perfect so as for release date, I can’t give you one! Sowwwwiiiieeee!

I’m so glad you loved this, and thanks so much for the review and the reblog, definitely gives me the warm and fuzzies 🥰

Fever Pitch - Part 1.

Eek! So I’m back! This WIP has been sitting in my files for so long and I finally found the groove to finish and post it! I hope you guys enjoy it!

I anticipate this to be a two-part story, set between the ethics hearing and Ethan returning from the Amazon, it’s your much-loved angst fest that we all know I love writing!

Shoutout to the absolute wonderful @drethanramslay, who helped me get this over the line with her contributions, I’d so lost without you and everyone else who is always so wonderful and supportive.

(also, if you want to be taken off my taglist, just holla)

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In another world...

I wrote this with the idea that MC and Ethan had already met before the first morning of intern year, and explained why Ethan always seemed to be drawn to, and intrigued by, MC.

This is set prior to the pair ever meeting.

ps. my MC - Lorelei Stannaway, is as awkward as they come!

Enjoy!

“Iced latte, please.” Lorelei ordered, standing at the front of the long cue in Derry Roasters.

“Name?” asked the barista unenthusiastically.

“Rori” she replied, offering her most genuine smile, eyes crinkling in the corners as she tried a feeble attempt to brighten the young man’s day, handing her card over to pay for the order.

“Next!” he bellowed after tapping the card and handing it back to her without as much as a second glance. Lorelei cringed in response as she side stepped quickly out of the way of the cash register and directly onto the foot of an older man who was also waiting for his order.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Lorelei fumbled with her words as she rushed to make sure his foot was okay.

“It’s okay, I’ve got another” the older man shrugged nonchalantly, flashing her a somewhat restrained yet irritated side glance, before his hardened features softened immediately.

Lorelei found herself critiquing the mans chiseled jawline and high cheekbones that shaped a handsome face. A crisp, white, button up shirt donned wide, strong shoulders, and blue, immaculate slacks hugged him appreciatively. Her eyes raked over him, and as her gaze wandered back up and met his eyes, she found her cheeks flushing red with heat as the gentleman was looking back at her expectantly, accompanied with a humorous grin spread across his face.

“Ethan” he broke her reverie, shifting a worn book from under his right arm to his left and holding his hand out in an anticipatory handshake “going to assume you’re Rori?” he raised his eyebrow expectantly at her when he didn’t receive any response.

Lorelei placed her small delicate hand in comparison into his large albeit soft one “…yes… yeah sorry! I’m Rori” she replied eventually shaking her head to shift the metaphorical fog that had consumed her mind, offering him a timid smile as she glanced up at him from under her lashes. She found herself getting lost inexplicitly in his eyes, unable to look away.

“I’m sorry, your eyes are just so …blue!” exasperated Lorelei

She was met with a chuckle from Ethan, “surprisingly not the first time I’ve been told that” he grinned at her “although, never quite that… awkwardly” he grimaced in empathetic embarrassment as he glanced down at the cringing woman.

“I’m sorry! I’m so unapologetically awkward, I imagine a corpse would have better flirting skills than I do!” she laughed, shaking her head at herself humorously

“Well I happen to like corpses… wait-” Ethan’s eyes went mortifyingly wide before he squeezed them closed tightly, rubbing his hand over his face before staring at the wall in front of himself incredulously.

Lorelei let out a loud, hearty laugh in response to Ethan’s less-than-attractive reply, which cut through the hum of the café, a snort escaping her. Cupping her hand over her mouth in shock, she looked over at Ethan with wide eyes, who was silently laughing into his hand that now covered his face, shoulders wiggling with the effort of his laughter.

“Now would be an ideal time for the ground to just… open up …huh?” Lorelei shyly asked, her face screwed up distastefully at how completely awkward they both were.

“and what? Miss the opportunity to wallow in this abysmal excuse of an introduction? Now where is your sense of adventure?” queried Ethan, an empathetic smile spread across his face as he collected his drink from the barista

“I was going to take my drink to go, but if you’d enjoy continuing this exquisite conversation” he asked in dry sarcasm “I’d be happy to stay behind and oblige?” he asked, attempting to appear as neutral as possible as he stirred the contents of his cup around, meanwhile his stomach was in knots at the thought of getting to know the first woman to genuinely pique his interest in a long time.

“Oh, well how very chivalrous of you, to stay and pity the awkward girl in the local café. My knight in shining armour” she quipped, winking at him flirtatiously as she too collected her drink from the unimpressed barista.

The pair began to move from the counter, remnants of awkwardness still lingered between them as they participated in a reinvented cha-cha, each trying to make the first step, met by the other with the same intention

“ladies first” Ethan eventually gestured with his hand, allowing Lorelei to walk off first, and followed her to a secluded table in the corner of the café, right by the window.

“Why the window?” Ethan queried as he nestled into the comfortable armchair and sipped at his drink, looking across at Lorelei over the lid of his cup.

“People-watching” replied Lorelei absently, struggling to remove her backpack straps from her shoulder, glancing over and sighing in relief at Ethan when she finally managed to get it off, as she too nestled back into the armchair and warmed her hands against the contents of her cup.

Ethan assessed the woman before him for a brief moment, watching as she gazed out the window, a petite smile gracing her kind face as she truly appreciated the view from the comfort of her chair. She glanced over at Ethan, catching him staring and offered him a dazzling smile that made the edges of her eyes crinkle

“what is it?” she asked him

Ethan found himself speechless, partly because he felt truly out of his depth with a woman so extroverted as her, but also partly because he truly didn’t know what to say to a question like that. She rendered him a shell of the hard, arrogant man he was so often infamous for, not that he would ever bring himself to admit that to anyone, especially himself. He found himself genuinely intrigued by the bubbly and vivacious young woman, who, from as far as he could tell, was completely oblivious to who he was – it was an endearing and refreshing change. He quickly found himself drawn to all that was ‘Rori’.

“So, what are you doing in Boston, Rori?” Ethan asked genuinely,

“I actually moved here a week ago for work! Tomorrow I start my int-“ Lorelei spoke excitedly, her eyes shining brightly to meet the emotion in her voice, before she was cut short by the ping of a pager, beeping loud and obnoxiously from Ethan’s pocket.

Ethan offered her an apologetic look before glancing at the screen “it’s work” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance before standing from the table and pushing in his chair.

“it was lovely meeting you, Rori” he offered her a polite smile

“likewise…” she replied, an edge of disappointment on her face that saturated her voice, neither going unnoticed by the gentleman.

As Ethan moved towards the door, a pang of uncertainty stewed in his chest, as mutual disappointment hung above his head. Something about leaving this intriguing woman without as much as a number didn’t feel right. He stopped just passed the armchair she was occupying, hand upon the headrest, and battled with the internal dilemma playing out in his mind, and the impending regret if he didn’t at least ask.

“…Rori” he spoke, nerves in abundance as his stomach felt alive with butterflies once more, awaiting her reply.

Lorelei turned in the chair a little too eagerly than she would have liked and looked at him expectantly

“Yes?”

Ethan found himself stunned into silence momentarily once more at her before he managed to regather his thoughts. Clearing his throat loud and deliberately, he began subconsciously toying with a stray piece of cotton from within his rolled up sleeve before he spoke “I’d like it very much if I could see you again… would it be ok if I was to ask you for your number?” he asked nervously.

“I’d like that very much” she grinned her dazzling smile once more at him, all signs of awkwardness between the pair dissipating, as though it had never existed to begin with. Lorelei scribbled upon a stray piece of paper she found in her bag before folding it and handing it to Ethan. He accepted the paper immediately, gripping it like an important document.

“I’ll call you”

“I look forward to it!”

Ethan stepped out into the bustling Boston street, and quickly made his way back to the hospital, not daring a tempted glance at the piece of paper until he was far enough from the window of the café window. When he estimated he was a safe distance away, he hazarded a glance down:

Call me for a ‘corpse’ of a time! -Rori.

Followed by what he could only assume was her phone number, he smiled at how unapologetically awkward she truly was. Sighing in contentment, he carefully placed the number into his pocket and continued on his way to the hospital, anticipating excitedly about how their first date would unfold when he, in no uncertain terms, would definitely call to organise.

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Thank you so much for the love 🥺🥺🥺 I don’t deserve you beautiful people! I’m glad you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I’ll definitely add you to the taglist 😘

Fever Pitch - Part 1.

Eek! So I’m back! This WIP has been sitting in my files for so long and I finally found the groove to finish and post it! I hope you guys enjoy it!

I anticipate this to be a two-part story, set between the ethics hearing and Ethan returning from the Amazon, it’s your much-loved angst fest that we all know I love writing!

Shoutout to the absolute wonderful @drethanramslay, who helped me get this over the line with her contributions, I’d so lost without you and everyone else who is always so wonderful and supportive.

(also, if you want to be taken off my taglist, just holla)

Anyway! Please be kind (heh) and I hope you enjoy!

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Thank you so much you sweet, sweet thing! I appreciate all the help and support you’ve always given me since the very beginning! It feels so good to be back 🥰

Fever Pitch - Part 1.

Eek! So I’m back! This WIP has been sitting in my files for so long and I finally found the groove to finish and post it! I hope you guys enjoy it!

I anticipate this to be a two-part story, set between the ethics hearing and Ethan returning from the Amazon, it’s your much-loved angst fest that we all know I love writing!

Shoutout to the absolute wonderful @drethanramslay, who helped me get this over the line with her contributions, I’d so lost without you and everyone else who is always so wonderful and supportive.

(also, if you want to be taken off my taglist, just holla)

Anyway! Please be kind (heh) and I hope you enjoy!

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Oh no! I’m so sorry Kaavya’s ghost! My sincerest apologies! 😂

Fever Pitch - Part 1.

Eek! So I’m back! This WIP has been sitting in my files for so long and I finally found the groove to finish and post it! I hope you guys enjoy it!

I anticipate this to be a two-part story, set between the ethics hearing and Ethan returning from the Amazon, it’s your much-loved angst fest that we all know I love writing!

Shoutout to the absolute wonderful @drethanramslay, who helped me get this over the line with her contributions, I’d so lost without you and everyone else who is always so wonderful and supportive.

(also, if you want to be taken off my taglist, just holla)

Anyway! Please be kind (heh) and I hope you enjoy!

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Fever Pitch - Part 1.

Eek! So I’m back! This WIP has been sitting in my files for so long and I finally found the groove to finish and post it! I hope you guys enjoy it!

I anticipate this to be a two-part story, set between the ethics hearing and Ethan returning from the Amazon, it’s your much-loved angst fest that we all know I love writing!

Shoutout to the absolute wonderful @drethanramslay, who helped me get this over the line with her contributions, I’d so lost without you and everyone else who is always so wonderful and supportive.

(also, if you want to be taken off my taglist, just holla)

Anyway! Please be kind (heh) and I hope you enjoy!

WARNING! One swear word, plenty of angst.

This is a Ethan x F!MC story (Lorelei Stannaway).

The scuffing of Lorelei’s slippers bounced off the walls of the eerily quiet hallways of Edenbrook; at 2am, the graveyard shift had well and truly taken a hold of the otherwise bustling precinct. The nurses had dimmed the hallway lights and quietened the machines in an attempt to keep their patients asleep, the on-call doctors all retired to their offices, many closed doors accompanied with the glow of light illuminating the bottoms of them as she walked past.

Whilst the hospital was quiet at this time of night Lorelei’s mind was racing, and her dilemma so loud inside her head, it was almost debilitating. Before she realised, she was face first with the office door labelled: Dr Ethan Ramsey, and after taking a steadying breath of air, she entered the room. She glanced up to see Ethan with his back to her, leant over his desk taking a phone call, yet her vision quickly blurred his form out, as she noticed the bookcase behind his desk, usually filled with journals, accolades and framed certificates was now bare, the grained wood now a stark and confronting brown that took her very much by surprise.

“Wow…okay. You sure don’t waste anytime” Lorelei scoffed, the words sounding much more immature than she had initially anticipated, spilling from her mouth before she could even register that it had happened. She couldn’t back down now, she had initiated the battle and she was determined not to lose it.

Ethan sighed loudly, “Naveen, can I call you back? … Yes, I know. I already know. Naveen! I get it. I will. Why you’re even here at the hospital when you should be home resting is beyond me, go home.” He chastised the older man before ending the phone call and glancing across defeatedly at the woman before him.

“Really, Lorelei? We’re still here?” he bit back “please don’t make this any harder than it needs to be, Rori. They need me, I want to be there and help. Surely you can understand that?” he reasoned, turning his back on her once more to continue packing, a silent indication that it was no longer up for discussion.

Lorelei’s blood boiled at his silent gesture.

“Ethan…” her voice was calm, controlled and laced with promised absolute as she stared at the back of his head, although her eyes resembled that of a tumultuous storm, her heart was racing and her breathing erratic – she was petrified of what could possibly eventuate tonight. Lorelei knew she had his undivided attention now; she could tell by the increased heaving of Ethan’s shoulders with each breath he took that he was waiting for what was about to follow.

“Ethan, if you leave here and get on that plane. If you leave this country, this hospital… Ethan, in a time that I really need you the most, if you leave me…” she paused, preparing herself to say the next words and willing herself strong enough to follow through on them “I won’t be here when you get back”.

That was it, her last-ditch effort to persuade him to stay. She was out of options and yet felt so very ashamed of how disreputable she had become through sheer desperation. She knew her attempts were feeble however, nor did they serve any purpose, for Ethan had checked out long before she could have convinced him otherwise, and that was what destroyed her the most.

Ethan visibly bristled as he registered her words, and slowly, he could feel himself becoming indignant at her ultimatum. He stood and weighed the reality of her words with his back to her for what felt like a lifetime before he eventually spoke, his voice barely above a whisper “you don’t mean that… “ he replied, though he was doubtful, and he knew the waver in his voice betrayed him.

“Then why are you so eager to test its credibility?” she whispered back, too afraid to speak louder in fear of her voice breaking, tears threatened at her eyes, warm and prickly, as she tried to blink them back. Instead they cascaded down her cheeks in silence as she wiped angrily at her face.

Ethan leant heavily against his desk and hung his head, as though it was the only thing capable of withstanding the weight currently crushing him “what do you want me to say?” he sighed exasperatedly “that I’m sorry? That it isn’t beneficial for my career and I should just stay in order to keep you happy? Lorelei, this isn’t going to be some happy ending for us, I’ve already told you how I feel…” he broke off, carefully measuring the next words in his mind, acutely aware of the damage they will do, but knowing that they’re very much mutual “…you’re getting too attached. If I don’t leave now, Lorelei, you’ll only suffer, longing for something I’ll never be able to give you. At the end of the day, I’m doing this for you.”

“I’m sorry what?!” Lorelei raised her voice incredulously, her eyebrow cocked as she felt the confusion and anger bubble in the pit of her stomach, seeping into every crevice of her being and consuming her, removing all rational thought from her mind “Jesus Christ, Ethan! Could you be a man and at least turn around and look me in the eyes if you’re going to break my heart?!”.

Ethan’s fear got the better of him as he exploded at her provoking and accusatory tone, implying that breaking her heart was his main priority, without realising, his sub conscious projected him into panic mode as he became reactive and emotional “I said I’m doing this for you!!” his voice quickly reaching the same volume as hers as he whipped his body around to look at her, his eyes glowed with a burning intensity, a silent warning for her to back down.

“Oh for fuck sake, E! That’s bullshit and you know it!” she rebutted, fresh hot tears spilling down her face yet her voice not betraying her this time “you don’t get to make those decisions for me!”

“I am not doing this right no-“

“Then when, Ethan? In six hours when you’re on the way to the airport? In nine when you’re on the plane? When will we do this because I don’t know about you, but I don’t think there’s much time left to do anything!”

Ethan looked at her in desperation, eyes filled with so much pain and angst, his ocean blues were now stormy greys, as he pushed himself off the desk and toward the door.

Desperation reaching fever pitch as she followed him out the doors and into the hallway “Ethan! Where are you going?!” her legs struggling to keep up with his strides as she followed him to the elevators, he stared forward, not once wavering or hazarding a glance at her in fear of his resolve crumbling.

The loud ping of the elevator doors opening reverberated throughout the otherwise silent hallway, Ethan stepped inside and turned around, not quite managing to meet her eyes “please… don’t follow me. It isn’t forever, Rori. I’ll be back soon and by the time that happens, you would have gotten over your ridiculous crush and we can both move on and do our jobs” his heart shattering as the words left his mouth, as he finally looked up and locked eyes with her as she stood there, bewildered, speechless and rooted to the ground. A sob choked in the back of her throat as she noticed the tears welling in Ethan’s eyes, reflecting her own.

“stay” she quietly pleaded “because if you don’t, I won’t. If you leave, I can assure you I won’t be here when you get back.” her final warning hung heavy in the air between them as Ethan assessed her face for any sign of relent.

“You’re being unreasonable”.

“the feeling is mutual”.

The pair stood either side of the elevator doors, not once breaking eye contact as they each waited for the other to surrender, yet neither having any intention of doing so. As the doors slid shut on Ethan’s broken-hearted face and carried him away, Lorelei was left staring at the harsh metal, a stark reminder of the metaphorical wall that Ethan had so meticulously placed between them, and continued to leave up.

She stayed rooted to the spot, bowing her head as the warm tears began falling hard and fast down her face again, and the sob she had been keeping in finally escaped.

“Lorelei…” a warm, gentle voice cooed down the hallway, as she turned to see Naveen approaching her “my sweet girl, come. Let’s go sit down” he shushed as he collected her in his arms and rubbed her shoulder empathetically “it isn’t forever” he reassured.

“he just... he just left Naveen? What if he never comes back? What if he stays there and we never see him again?” she spoke aloud, her mind racing.

“He’ll be back, Dear. If I’m positive of nothing else, it’s that he won’t be able to stay away for too long, not from you anyway” he smiled a warm and knowing smile at the young doctor, as he gently led her back towards his office.

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