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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 42. brb x oc

a/n: letting you all know next chapter will be smut. oKAY ?? OKAY.

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, Bradley is so whipped Indiana Jones is jealous

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33/34/35/36/37/38/39/40/41

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Beatrice hums softly as she waits for the doctor to come back, Evelyn waiting next to her with her legs crossed. Since she had to go during the morning on a Friday, Rooster would be at work and wouldn’t be able to join her, so she asked Evelyn to accompany her. Shells was busy helping Penny, meaning she couldn’t come either.

Her foot has gotten a lot better, she’s not even limping anymore and the throbbing has gotten minimal to the point she doesn’t even feel it that often. She hoped that it meant her ligaments were healing nicely, that there’d be no other issues and that she’d go back to normal soon enough.

The doctor returns with her new x-ray, holding up to give one look before turning to the brunette with a smile, “Well, your ligaments are fully healed.” Beatrice gasps happily, “But I’d still suggest you give yourself a few more days, maybe the rest of this week before you go back to work. We don’t want it to happen again.”

“Of course.” Beatrice says, looking down at her foot with a smile, finally it was over. She thanked the doctor as she walked out with Evelyn in tow, not being able to contain her excitement as the two were walking out of the hospital towards Evelyn’s car.

Beatrice giggled in pure glee, rolling her ankle in a circle while leaning on the passenger door, Evelyn watched with a little smile, “Careful, don’t want it to just snap again do you?”

“I can’t help it! I’m so happy I’m finally healed!!” she says with her eyes wide and shining, throwing her fists in the air before she enters the black SUV, closing her eyes in relief as she leans her head back against the seat, “Oh, I need to tell Roos!” she knew he wouldn’t be able to reply until he was on his lunch break, but she was too excited to not share the news with him.

Beatrice quickly typed him a message, telling him she was now okay and completely healed but the doctor still wanted her to keep the soaking and exercises. She also said that the only reason she got better so quickly was because of him, her cheeks reddening as she typed, biting her lower lip as the butterflies exploded inside of her body. She finished the message with an ‘i love you!’ and locked the phone to set it on her lap.

“Why don’t we have lunch together?” Beatrice asks suddenly, making her friend arch one eyebrow in her direction as she drives them away, “My treat!”

Evelyn just chuckles again, turning the wheel so they’d be out of the hospital parking lot, “You know I don’t mind having lunch, I won’t have to go back home until one, so, why not? Where do you want to go?”

“I was thinking of going to The Den.” she says softly, “You know? Revive memories.”

The Den was a diner/bar right in front of Northride, with the same red and blue palette of their college’s, where the students would usually go after exams or if they didn’t feel like buying stuff from the cafeteria. It had a variety of dishes, drinks and snacks, with the Northride Hyenas flag pinned right behind the wall wooden boards on the back of the bar.

“The Den?” Evelyn repeats with a laugh, “Wow, we haven’t been in that place for ages…but you know what, I won’t complain if you are paying us lunch.” she turns the car around so she’d follow the street up to Northride instead of taking Beatrice back to Rooster’s apartment.

Beatrice smiled as they neared their college street, the large pine trees that decorated the inside of Northride walls appearing in the distance, with the main building being the first thing they saw. A flag of the state of California and Northride’s Hyenas flapped with the wind on the flag pole close to the main gates and the light blue paint on the outer walls seemed more vibrant than the time they were there.

The main gates of Northride were open for the students to come and go, some of them crossing the street to enter The Den just like the two planned to do. Since Northride had a parking lot inside it’s premises, the parking lot to The Den itself was fairly empty for Evelyn’s car. As soon as she parked and the two stepped out, they looked back at their college leaning against the open car doors, “Seems so long since we graduated.” Evelyn mutters, “Longer than a year.”

“It does.” Beatrice smiles, looking at the university clock in the middle of the Northride square, a large white monolith type shape that stood as tall as the main towers in the back of the college area, “They fixed the clock. And added more electronic gates.” she gestures to the students pressing their cards to a sensor so the shiny metallic arms part of them to walk past.

“Took them long enough,” Evelyn says as she shuts the door, adjusting her jacket on her shoulders, “I think the moment we graduated they decided on getting more stuff. I wonder if the South Atelier got new doors too, I remember they were giving issues to everyone.” Evelyn and Beatrice walk up the red steps that lead to the open doors, looking inside only to be bombarded by memories of coming here every time after exams before going back to the dorms. It was still the very same as they remembered, nothing had changed.

Beatrice walked up their usual table, the one in the corner close to the windows that faced the main gates. The deal was whoever got out first from the exams had to stay at the table and keep an eye out when someone else left, saving the seats for them. The dark wood still had their initials engraved into it. Dropping her bag onto the seat alongside Evelyn’s, she noticed how the other students gave the two strange looks since they weren’t the usual people who’d come here.

But the brunette wasn’t deterred, she got up to stand besides Evelyn on the counter as they asked for their lunch. They asked for the same thing they’d often get whenever they got to The Den: a cheeseburger with extra pickles and green mayo for Evelyn and a grilled chicken sandwich with green chillies with a side of fries for Beatrice, both accompanied by two sodas that were so cold they had icicles on the rim.

Once they got back to their seats, Beatrice poured the cola inside her glass then looked up at Evelyn, blinked when she was looking over her shoulder, “What?”

“Some of the people here aren’t used to us,” she says, “They are staring.” the last sentence came out a bit louder, Bea looking back to see a group of students quickly moving their gaze away after they noticed they’ve been caught.

“It’s weird, they probably saw us at the volleyball game.”

“It doesn’t matter, does it?” Evelyn says as she opens her lemon soda with a loud crack from the tab “To them we aren’t students so that’s enough to give us weird looks.” Unlike Shells who, if she was present, would go to the group’s table and question what the hell was their issue, Evelyn just commented and let it hang in the air, the group of students behind them just bowed their heads shamefully and kept eating their lunch in silence.

After that it was their turn to finally have lunch, the food still tasted the same and it brought wonderful memories of the time they all were at Northride. Eventually the conversation led onto Bradley and Beatrice was smiling from ear to ear, “He’s wonderful.” she says dreamily, dipping a fry on the green mayo on Evelyn’s side, “He’s…I don’t know, he’s just so amazing, Ev. He’s like…everything I wanted in a guy combined into this perfect mold.” that was beautifully created too, with dips and creases, “And he popped out. He’s so caring and so sweet.”

“I assume he’s letting you heal too, right?”

“He is, he’s been doing a wonderful job holding himself back.” she smiles, her cheeks warming up, “A very good job.” she wondered if she could do something for him, something to repay all that hard work and how much he’s been taking care of her. Well, she had some ideas in mind but not for right now. Beatrice hums as she recalls something, licking her lips of any sauce, “What about you and Jake? Did you two go out? You never replied to any of my messages.”

Evelyn slowly chewed her sandwich, dabbed her lips with a napkin and then sipped her soda once she swallowed. Meanwhile Beatrice just looked at her, waiting for a response but her friend’s only reply was ,”Yeah.”

Oh! First answer since she started asking! Beatrice waited with a smile for Eveyn to continue, looking from left to right when she only got silence. “...and?” her friend just stared at her, eyes still as she took another sip of her soda, “...how did it go?”

Evelyn sighs, dropping the glass to her left and crossing her arms on the table as she thought about it, “...well, it went okay.” she begins, “He took me out to dinner, we talked a little bit, he told me about his parents and his little sister and nephew back in Texas. He asked me what sort of things I liked and I told him that I loved true crime podcasts.”

Beatrice gasped, “You didn’t.”

“I did.” Evelyn hums with a small smile, “I really thought that’d scare him off but, he asked me what was about it that I liked so much and I told him I liked concluding that every serial killer that ever existed never needed any observations, almost all of them hated women.” she says, “He then asked what sort of movies I liked and I told him I liked horror movies, slasher movies and my favorite one was Hellraiser.”

Which to this day is something you’d never guess by looking at Evelyn. She was the only person that Beatrice knew who’d read Socrates while watching Halloween for the third time, all the while holding a glass of wine in her hand with a hydrating mask on. Not to mention she’s the only one who when bored decides to learn a new language, because she ‘felt like it’. “And what did he say?”

“He suggested we watch it together, since he never did." she says while chewing another piece of her burger, shrugging her shoulders, “I said fine, but we’re not watching at my place because I wasn’t going to give him my address…so he took me to his apartment, found the movie and we watched it. He…surprised me, I guess.” Evelyn’s voice softened just a bit, just the tiniest bit but it made Beatrice smile, “He…didn’t try anything. And he didn’t force anything…”

Beatrice had to hold her glass to her mouth in hopes it’d hide her smile, but she couldn’t help but feel happy that her friend seemed to be at ease with Jake. She knew he could be a bit of a jerk, but she didn’t think he was that bad and if he was interested in Evelyn besides everything, then he wasn’t all that bad.

“Then he took me home and…” Evelyn shrugs, “It wasn’t as bad.” she lifts her eyes to meet Beatrice’s green ones, “Don’t give me that look.”

“I’m not doing anything.” the brunette tries to say innocently, but there’s amusement in her voice when she speaks, “I just think it’s sweet he wants to know your interests, you know? Probably because he really wants to learn more about you.”

Evelyn just hums, unimpressed, looking out the window to where their college stood, the flags moving with the wind,”I also visited my parents.” she says suddenly and Beatrice has to cough quietly so she doesn’t choke on a piece of her sandwich, covering her mouth with a hand, “In the old house.”

“You did?” Evelyn nods, still looking to the side, “...how,how was it?”

Her friend hesitated, chewing on her lower lip as taps the soda can with a nail, creating a repetitive metallic sound that mixed in with the radio playing around them. “...it was…” the black haired woman tsks, tapping her nail faster, “It was interesting…I decided to pay them a visit and…they were happy to see me. I had lunch with them and then I had a long, long talk with both of them.” Beatrice just watches in silence, giving her friend a small smile so she could go on, “There were…tears and shouting but they um…they apologized to me.”

“Really??”

“Yep.”

“And how do you feel about it?”

Evelyn sighs again, leaning back on her seat with her arms crossed over her bust, “...relieved, I guess, I never thought this day would ever come, you know?” she shrugs to finish her sentence, licking her lips before continuing, “They also visited my apartment. Met their grandson, which my father hates. We had tea together and…it was fine, it was okay I guess.”

“I’m very happy for you Ev.” she truly was, reaching across the table to touch her friend’s elbow since her arms were crossed, “I really am, I’m glad things worked out well…and, will you see Jake again?”

Evelyn hesitates, squirming a bit on her seat and not meeting Beatrice’s eyes, “...I said I’ll call him, if I feel like it.” so that’s a yes. Beatrice just smiled more, clapping her hands happily much to her friend’s chagrin, but Evelyn rolled her eyes with a smile, telling the brunette to eat her food before it got cold.

After they were done Beatrice paid for it, as she said she would and looked down at her phone to check if Bradley received her message. He did, he was just as happy as she was to know she was okay.

Roos (12:12)

Well, we better celebrate the gorgeous. What do you say we go out?

Bea (12:29)

Sorry for the late reply! But yes!I’d love to! :) Where do you have in mind?

Roos (12:30)

It’s a surprise, gorgeous ;), just get dressed nicely and you’ll see.

Beatrice bit her lower lip with a smile, sending him a kissing emoji and an ‘i love you’ before she slid her phone inside her jeans. Dress up nicely, how nicely would that be? She didn’t bring any dresses…she’d have to go home for a short while and see what she could get. She hoped that Evelyn didn’t mind the short detour.

“Roos!” he hears her calling from the bathroom, applying her makeup, “Where exactly are you taking me? Last time you didn’t tell me where we were going we invaded a naval base!”

He laughs while putting on his watch, running his hands over the shirt with tiny yellow flowers before he covers part of it with a jacket, fixing the lapel while looking at himself in the mirror. He told her to use his ensuite while he used the other one down the hall, the surprise would be even better that way, “All I can say is our chances of getting arrested are minimal!”

“Roos!”

“I’m joking, gorgeous.” he laughs again, running his hands through his hair to wear the way he liked, then he walks out of the bathroom to wait for Beatrice in the living room. Jolene was sleepy after a day of walking around with Beatrice - who said that she wanted to make up for the lost time by taking Jolene around pretty much everywhere- huffing happily when he scratches the top of her head. He actually planned this date early in the week since he noticed her foot was already making progress, he thought that by today it’d be a hundred percent and it’d work for them to go out. It’d be really upsetting if he was wrong.

There was also because tomorrow he wanted to take her to the Hard Deck, after telling Penny Beatrice was healed, the woman suggested the two went there just to have another celebration with their friends. He knew Bea would love it. He hears the click of his bathroom light, being followed by her footsteps walking out of his room,running her hands through her hair.

“Oh, fuck me.” he says in a quiet breath, looking at Beatrice from head to toe in pure admiration. The jumpsuit she wore was a long sleeved dark green one, with a plunge neckline that showed her cleavage for his hungry eyes to stare all night long. Since the pants were flared she decided that instead of the usual heels she’d wear with it, she chose a pair of dark platform sneakers that would be a great substitute. The way Beatrice’s clothes looked on her body always made him go insane, especially when they clung to her curves like that, hiding nothing from his view.

Bea smiled,twirling to give him a full look of her outfit “How’s this?” she asks looking over her shoulder, “I didn’t want to wear a dress since it’s a bit colder but I haven’t worn this since I bought it so…”

Rooster pushes himself to his feet after spending too long looking at how the fabric clung to her ass exposing the perfect outline of her buttcheeks without being transparent, “Jesus Christ on a bike.” he murmurs, approaching her from behind so he could wrap his arms around her waist and bury his nose on her neck. Her lavender perfume immediately hit him once he did so, “You look perfect.” he says against her skin,pressing a trail of soft kisses up to her jawline, “You are making me want to give them a call and cancel the reservation.”

Beatrice blinks at that, “Reservation?” she questions, tilting her head to look at him but Rooster is too busy still kissing her neck, “Brad,” she tries, pulling her head back and then holding his cheek to make his eyes focus on her, “Brad, what reservation?”

As if he was snapped out of his stupor, the sandy haired pilot suddenly smiled and pressed his lips to her red ones, moaning happily against her mouth and pulling back with a smack, “It’s a surprise.” he whispers, giving her another peck and then giving a step backwards, still admiring her outfit with a low whistle, “My God you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

Beatrice’s cheeks heat up, but she smiles, fixing the thin strap of her purse over her shoulder while looking up at him, “Thank you…you don’t look so bad yourself.” Bradley could wear a suit like no other man could and it should be illegal how good he always looked. He pursed his lips with a smirk, dipping his head as if he was bowing, then offered his hand to hers to guide her out of the apartment. Jolene barely lifted her head when Beatrice said goodbye, just snuggled the blanket Rooster gave her and huffed sleepily.

As he led them towards the elevators, Beatrice took the time to check her reflection once the silver doors closed, fluffing her hair a bit more only to see his own eyes watching hers. She gave him a little smile over her shoulder, “What?”

Bradley leans his weight on the handrails, biting his lower lip with his eyes running all over her body, shaking his head almost invisibly, “You are going to drive me completely insane.” he tells her, whistling low yet again, “How can you be this fucking hot? You know I’m only a man.” he drags his eyes up to meet her own, even in the elevator light it was clear to see that his eyes got darker, offering her a smirk once he’s done talking.

Bea laughs breathily, moving her head away to play as if she’s still checking her reflection and not trying to hide how much her cheeks were burning right now. She cleared her throat, running her pinky finger on the sharp angle of her brown eyeliner, then turned towards him to see he was still leaning on the handrails, “Well, you know,” she shrugs, “Then that means I’m doing a good job.”

Rooster immediately sucks air through his teeth, “Are you going to fucking tease me all night?” he asks as soon as the doors open and they are in his building’s garage, their steps echoing as they walk to the Bronco. Beatrice gives him a look over the shoulder, smiles and then shrugs again, not saying anything else and making her pilot boyfriend feel like he’s about to snap. He runs his hand over his face, laughing to himself in disbelief, muttering a quiet ‘god damn it’ once they arrive at the blue truck.

Beatrice waits with a little smile as he unlocks it and then opens the passenger door for her, “Thank you.” she says, leaning up to gently peck his lips and giggling when he tries to follow her mouth once she breaks the kiss. He looks down at her red lips, following how she tapped the plump flesh, “Matte lipstick.”

From their first date. He inhaled deeply, dropping his head while he leans his arms on the open door, lifting his gaze with a smirk, “I made it show some skin before, I can do it again.” he purrs, pecking her lips quickly only to tilti his body backwards so he could walk around the car after closing the passenger door, marching to the driver’s seat. He gets inside the car and tosses another look her way, appreciating how gorgeous and beautiful she always looked no matter what.

Not to mention that with her foot completely healed she seemed a lot more animated, saying she even did her yoga that afternoon - without forcing her healed foot of course - after she took Jolene out on her walk.

Plus, he did say he’d pamper her while she was with him. What’s better than taking your girlfriend out for dinner?

“Are you going to tell me where we are going?”

“Hmmm…” he thinks to himself, “No.”

“Roos!”

He chuckles while driving out of the garage, just giving her an innocent shrug, “It’s a surprise, do you want me to spoil the surprise?” he asks while laughing, gesturing to the front of the car, “We’ll be there in a couple minutes. So you’ll get your answer.”

Beatrice tries to appear upset, but she can’t, she just rolls her eyes with a smile, “Oh, fine.” she crosses her arms then, the movement making her breasts squeeze together in a way he definitely saw by the corner of her eye, “I won’t ask about it then. I’ll just wait.”

“That’s my girl.” he coos, grabbing her hand to press a kiss on the back as he drives them away from his street. Beatrice noticed that they were getting to a very…opulent part that she’s only been by passing. She knew this street was where rich people and celebrities would come to have dinner or enjoy parties and the more she looked the more she noticed they were reaching a very known restaurant.

Her smaller hand grabbed his arm, “No.” she says in pure incredulity, the restaurant’s large strutcture getting clearer and clearer, “You are joking.”

“I’m not.” Bradley smiles, parking the car in front of the restaurant and walking out first to open her door, chuckling at her dumbfounded expression, looking at the gold and black details on the outside. This was not only one of the best Japanese restaurants around, it was also very expensive.

“...you know…” she begins, allowing him to guide her through the front doors as the valet takes the Bronco away, “...I had a chicken sandwich for lunch at my old college food joint.” she mumbles, still looking around in amazement, her mouth never closing. She doesn’t even hear the lady at the front ask for their names, she’s too busy looking at the japanese carps swimming on the large aquariums that surround the restaurant’s lower floor. Beatrice leans closer to the aquarium as she’s guided up the stairs, seeing a large orange,black and white carp swim lazily until she can't see it anymore.

She blinks in surprise when she notices they are on the second floor that oversees the tables below, the lady guiding them to a table that is directly connected to the railing, “Brad.” she whispers, squeezing his arm in hopes she’s talking low enough for him to hear, “You didn’t tell me we were coming to the Oda!”

“It’d ruin the surprise.” he whispers back with a smile, rubbing her chin, “Are you surprised?”

“I– yes?? But,” she looks around the other tables, these people were worth probably more money than her own house, “Brad, I-I I thought we were going to,I don’t know…somewhere that isn’t the Oda. You know? This place is so…expensive?? And I fear these people will think I’m stealing the cutlery.”

Bradley chuckles once they reach their table, thanking the woman and then turning towards Beatrice, “It’ll be fine, we’ll be okay.” he pulls back a chair for her, “Come on.”

Beatrice stands there awkwardly, then shuffles forward until she’s seated, still looking at the black and gold aesthetic that surrounds them. She immediately feels bad, how much money did Bradley spend on this? Just to celebrate her healed foot?? “Brad,” she says the minute he sits down, “Brad, why–you…I-I why this place?”

“Well,” he holds his fingers up,curling each one once he’s done explaining his reasons “It has great japanese food, we both like Japanese food and I felt like it’d be great for a date.”

“...Brad.” she lowers her eyebrows, looking around them and speaking quietly, “Brad, I love you, I do but having dinner at Oda is– I don’t even know? How did you even pull this up?”

He had a really cool godfather who knew literally everyone that could help him out, “I have my ways.” especially since the owner knew both his father and Mav from back in the Navy, meaning he was getting everything for free. The man was so happy he met Bradshaw’s son he made sure that he wouldn’t spend one single penny from his pocket. But Beatrice looked so worried, chewing her red lower lip while fidgeting with her hands, “Baby, hey…don’t worry.”

“I-I’m trying, I’ve never,” she tilts her head up where she sees that the aquarium was also on the ceiling, the carps swimming above her head “...been here before.”

“Me neither, it’s a first for both of us.” he reaches to grab her hand, bringing to kiss her knuckles comfortingly, “But I swear, it’s fine.” he proceeds to explain how he managed to do this, smiling wider when Beatrice’s eyes widened at every word that left his lips, his poor girlfriend looking from worried to confused in a matter of seconds.

She moved her mouth without speaking, the words clogging her throat, “...so-so the owner knew Pete and your dad?” she repeats, “And…he said you could eat it for free? Brad…”

“Sssh, ssh, you are worrying so much I can see the smoke coming out of your ears.” he smirks, kissing her knuckles again, “I love you. You know? I love you a whole lot and I said I’d pamper you while you stayed with me.”

Beatrice’s eyes shone like the stars he always compared them too, her lips curling into a little smile with her cheeks turning red, “I love you too, Brad… and thank you,really, no one ever,” she looks around again, “No one ever did something like this for me.”

“Oh and it’s just part of the date, gorgeous. Just you wait.” he smacks the back of her hand soundly, “Ready to order?”

Bea smiles sweetly, looking up to where the carps swam, “...yeah.”

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liaromancewriter · 1 year

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Stop The Clock

Premise: After almost six weeks without word from Ethan, Cassie needs her family more than anything.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); feat. Max Valentine (OC) Rating/Category: Teen. Angsty Fluff Format: Prose + Text and pic fic Words: 1,230

A/N: Submission to @choicesmonthlychallenge March prompt "Being outside". I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 24, prompt 2 (in bold). The first part of this fic takes place just a couple of hours before Counting the Minutes, and part 2 takes place the week before Secret's Out.

Part 1: Goodbye My Lover

In the darkest part of the night, Cassie Valentine could pretend there was only now and this moment. She was exactly where she was supposed to be, fallen so deep there was no way back. Not that she wanted out.

Wrapped around her lover, his scent filling her senses, she prayed for time to stop. Anything to slow the approaching dawn of a new day. And the plane that would take Ethan Ramsey away from her for who knew how long.

This should’ve been the beginning. Not the end. But Cassie consoled herself that it was neither.

It was a temporary pause—an interlude—while Ethan did important work in the Amazon. She had fallen in love with a world-renowned physician, which meant sharing him with those who needed him. She couldn’t begrudge that.

She would miss spending stolen moments in his arms. The way he cursed under his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. And what did it say about her that she found the sneer on his lips sexier than a smile?

Ethan would come back, thought Cassie. His life was here, his work, his legacy. He would come back to her. She had to believe it. Otherwise, the next few months would be unbearable.

And yet a morose voice inside her whispered that she wasn’t enough. Not if Ethan decided the mission was more important than the potential of what they could be to each other.

Cassie didn’t realize she had drifted off to sleep until a shrill alarm cut through the haze in her head, jolting her awake. She felt Ethan’s chest rise and fall beneath her, and the sound abruptly ended. The silence stretched; time would stand still if she kept her eyes shut. Wouldn’t it?

She felt his gaze and lifted her head off his chest to meet his laser-blue eyes. Her own softened when she caught the tender way he was watching her.

She nestled against him, tucking her face into the crook of his neck. He folded her into his arms, his lips brushing the side of her head.

“I’m glad you stayed,” Ethan whispered.

“I don’t want to be anywhere else,” she said. “We have so little time left.”

She tried to hide the disquiet in her voice, but he heard it anyway.

“I’m coming back, Cassie,” he said vehemently. “This isn’t my first engagement with the WHO. I always come back.”

“I’m holding you to that, Dr. Ramsey,” she said, forcing a chuckle. But it was a hollow sound as dread made her throat tighten.

“I should get up; get ready.” He let out a yawn and started to move.

“No, not yet,” she protested. “When we get up, it’s over.”

He stilled as she repeated the words he’d uttered a few weeks ago. Another dawn after an unforgettable night. One they thought would be their last.

“Five more minutes,” he agreed.

His lips grazed her forehead, and he settled back against the headboard. His hand reached for hers, interlacing their fingers. She tilted her head back to keep her green eyes locked on his.

Five turned to ten, and then it was over.

Six weeks later…

Cassie finished a patient consult and exited the exam room, her cheery demeanor deflating as soon as the door closed. Out of habit, she checked her phone for any messages, but the screen remained stubbornly blank except for her wallpaper.

She unlocked the phone and switched to the messaging app, scrolling to Ethan’s name. Her last two messages were still showing as undelivered, and she fumed in frustration. She wondered where he was. If he was okay.

Ever since he left, she had received one measly message to say he’d arrived in Manaus. After that, he’d gone radio silent. Cassie knew he’d received some of her texts but not all. And yet he never replied.

She started to resend her last message when the words Code Blue echoed down the hall and from the tinny speakers in the ceiling. She dropped the phone in the pocket of her scrubs, her feet already sprinting towards the crash cart.

Later that night, Cassie finished drying her hair and got ready for bed. Her bedroom was her sanctuary from the stress of residency. She left work behind when she closed the bedroom door and focused on her well-being.

But today, her mind wouldn’t shut out the noise and the confusion from the debacle in the hospital.

Cassie massaged her temples, willing the headache to dissipate. When that didn’t work, she dabbed a few drops of aromatherapy oil—a gift from her mom—on pressure points and waited.

Sighing when that too failed, she checked the time and knew only one person could help her. And if he griped at being woken up in the middle of the night? Well, that’s what Twin Code was for.

Part 2: Make Me Better

A week later, Cassie walked down the jetway and into the terminal of Nice Airport, biting back yawns after a long flight. She switched on her phone, silently cursing at the list of messages on the Roomies group chat, but nothing from Ethan.

As she crossed the concourse after clearing Customs, she reminded herself that this week was for her family. If Ethan Ramsey couldn’t be bothered to send even a smoke signal, he didn’t deserve a second of her time.

Of course, words were cheap, she thought as she waited for the carousel to spit out her bags. She wanted to put Ethan out of her mind, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

Cassie wheeled her bags towards the exit, her eyes scanning the sea of strangers until she saw Max standing to the side. He was looking right at her, a familiar and welcome smile on his lips. And then she ran towards him, uncaring about who was in her way.

She didn’t realize how much she missed him and her family until she burst into tears when he hugged her.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked in a concerned tone as she buried her face into his shirt, her body shaking with uncontrollable sobs.

“I’m fine,” she lied, tears soaking his cotton tee shirt.

She pulled away and wiped her face with shaking hands. “Sorry. I didn’t realize how much I was holding inside until I saw you.”

“Clearly!”

She giggled and swatted his arm playfully when he rolled his eyes dramatically

He grabbed the trolley handle, pushed it down to release the brake and started walking her toward the exit.

“Luckily, we’ll be stuck inside a car for the next forty-five minutes or so,” he said, pulling on his shades against the bright Mediterranean sun. “And guess what, scout? There’s a ton of jazz music in your future unless you tell me exactly what’s wrong. And don’t hold anything back!”

As she settled into the passenger side of the red convertible—so typical of Max—she knew she had made the right decision coming on this family trip.

For the next few days, she would leave Edenbrook and Boston behind and focus on being a good daughter and the best sister she knew how to be. No more wallowing in the past.

She would take it one day at a time, and that was that.

Part 3: Time Of Our Lives

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All Fics & Edits: @annfg8 @bluebelle08 @coffeeheartaddict2 @crazy-loca-blog @doriopenheart @genevievemd @headoverheelsforramsey @lucy-268 @jamespotterthefirst @jerzwriter @lady-calypso @mainstreetreader @peonierose @potionsprefect @queencarb @quixoticdreamer16 @rookiemartin @socalwriterbee @takemyopenheart @tessa-liam @trappedinfanfiction

Submissions: @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Ethan & Cassie only: @cariantha @custaroonie @hopelessromantic1352 @mrs-ramsey

#open heart #open heart choices #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart fanfics #choices fanfics #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #writers on tumblr #romantic fiction #choices fanfiction #open heart fanfiction #ethan ramsey x cassie valentine #max valentine #short story #the valentine twins

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yallmakemyassitch · 1 year

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Let us reminisce...

(aka never ever dump)

#1: "Lee" Cassette Goon

Okay this one was honestly just a pipe dream; CG in lee mood. Didn't look all that deep into it and just thought it would be cool to draw considering her personality lol

#2: Underfell Papyrus?!

Yeahhhhh lemme explain. So there's this person on DeviantArt who made BANGER tickle fics of Undertale, especially Underfell and I fucking loved how they characterized Papyrus as this mean, tough soldier when in reality, he was a softy who loved tickling his bro. The fics are so heartwarming and while the account has laid stagnant for a while now, I absolutely recommend you read them. Can't remember the username so just search up "Underfell tickle fanfic" and the first result should be called Brother Monster. Anyways I wanted to do a digital drawing with UF!P absolutely annihilated Sans but I fucked shit up with the second panel so.... Just imagine Sans is being destroyed right now

#3: Torture

Gypsy was essentially being interrogated for information after being captured and kidnapped to the AAHW. Obviously, when it comes to the tickle torture it wasn't anything she expects and Gypsy quickly learns that the Auditor will not stop his until he gets what he wants

#4: Ironic situation

Pretty funny how he was a ruthless leader just three images ago. I had a Soldat OC in mind and made him the lover of the Auditor, someone he can be soft with behind closed doors but also have fun with. Essentially, Auditor liked being tickled and used his own powers just so the Soldat can come over and do the t h i n g ᕦ⁠(⁠ò⁠_⁠ó⁠ˇ⁠)⁠ᕤ. I actually want to make him real so expect him to show up real soon (+)

#5: The final zerbert for dessert

I had a lot of trouble with p.t 2 of the TxA post and this happened to be the panel that got scrapped, nothing much to say about it other than I thought it was too bland.

Anyways sorry for the lack of new content, exams start next week and I've been mostly focused on school. What you saw was just some old art that never made it out alive, most of my never ever really are just sketches or art so old it'll make you age 10 years just looking at it. It's cool though, I'm still working on Chapter 1 of my fic and the release date should be out soon. Isn't that so exciting?!!! Anyways hope y'all's year has been starting off pretty well, byeonara for now! (⁠ﾉ⁠≧⁠∇⁠≦⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠ ⁠ﾐ⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻ 💕

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random-mailbox · 1 year

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Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 18 - High School AU

This post’s theme was suggested by the wonderful @lilliebellfanfics (check out her works on AO3 and FFN (links to her profiles are in platform names) since they do not fully overlap and trust me, you don’t want to miss them!). She just started posting her Dendy AU shorts too, so definitely worth a look.

High School AU, from @floraone ’s matrix (here is the post with it for reference), is a fun way to explore the dynamics between Mamoru and Usagi in a more age appropriate setting for Anime based stories and more in line with Manga characterizations.

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

Wool you love me already? – @midnightdrops

The story set in an AU where Mamoru and Usagi are great friends and classmates right from the start. It starts with Usagi telling Mamoru that she would like to confess to someone she likes in their class, which is why she cannot tell him who it is. She even enlists his help in making sure the confession goes to plan. The catch? Mamoru is the one she will be confessing to.

(side note: make sure you are logged into your AO3 account to access this story, it has been locked down with all the scraping and reposting on other platforms without writers' consent)

Box of Chocolates - Chapter 3: Day 6: Alternate Universe – @kasienda

Instead of Mamoru springing going to Harvard on Usagi and just leaving, in this story he comes up with an alternate plan – he suggests Usagi joins him in the US and attends a high school near his campus, so he doesn’t have to be away from her for as long. Her parents agree to their plan as long as their conditions are met – Usagi passes all her classes for the fall semester AND gets good scores on her TOEFL exam to prove to them that she is ready.

Time After Time – @idesofnovember

In this almost sickeningly sweet multichapter, Usagi transfers to a new school part way through the school year to get better guidance in her Arts pursuits, and is introduced to the school president on her first day. He is someone she has known when she was little and was one of her best friends, however, she lost touch with him. But does he remember her and promises they had made?

Graduation - @celticreeder

When even Andrew bails on attending Darien’s graduation, Serena makes sure that the day is a special one for him, attending the ceremony and inviting him over for a celebratory dinner with her family. But what happens when Darien has to go abroad to study?

Our Secret Notebook - luna-magic-2005

Mamoru was headed to the roof to brood in peace, when he gets armful of Usagi, rushing to their art class. While quickly picking up books she dropped in their collision, she forgot her notebook. Having read it, Mamoru starts leaving notes for her inside it, passing it back-and-forth.

The Longest Trip Ever - Serenity-hime

Usagi, the girls and Mamoru are all doing one week exchange to the US, relieved to get away from fighting Youmas. Except that's where Dark Kingdom chooses to strike next. Without knowing Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask's true identities, our duo must balance secrecy with trying to save everyone.

The Golden Boy of Juuban High - @uglygreenjacket

Student council president Mamoru and Usagi have been sneaking around for months, making out all over the school. Usagi getting sick finally makes Mamoru confront his feelings, but in true anime-centric fashion he royally screws up communicating them.

That's it for today! Next week's post will cover some "Slice of Life" stories for @lilliebellfanfics!

Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post) - I will keep updating the list every week as new posts come up:

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

Week 14 - Slow Burn

Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!

Week 16 - Christmas Part 2

Week 17 - New Years

#salor moon #fic rec #fic list #usagi x mamoru #high school #high school au

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pianostarinwonderland · 2 years

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You guys have no idea how much Azul’s new SSR means to me.

There are things I’m going to be losing from this. Obviously, I’m going to see my gem and key count dwindle because I have no idea if I’m going to be lucky tomorrow. I have exams next week, and this event is going to really affect my concentration horribly. I really can’t afford to not get low scores on these exams since my grades are horrible.

But this card… It’s everything that I’ve been dreaming of for the past two years.

I’ve gone through two whole years of eating crumbs, and maybe that sounds entitled since Azul got his story and SSR really early on. But it’s because his story was concluded really early on that afterwards, I don’t get to hear much from him. I really only look forward to February, I have to seek food about him from other characters (especially from Jade and Floyd), I have to feed myself every day with my own thoughts. Some days, I’ve considered on looking for new fandoms to join because I’ve gotten bored of even myself. But I still stay because of two things: (1) I have friends who still love this game very much, and (2) Azul means so much to me that it’s enough of a reason to stay.

And now, here we have him. A beautiful SSR in the most gorgeous outfit. There are so many things I want to say about this card because it is every single fantasy in my head coming to life.

Like, the setting? I once had a Honeymoon Un Deux Trois phase back in 2020-early 2021. There was something about dancing a waltz with Azul that really made me feel so giddy for months. I would always imagine us under the moonlight, on stone streets and bridges with lamps on, and dancing to that song. I never cared if it was graceful or not, because it was a dance with Azul.

Babes, besties, and bitches, the setting of that card art is exactly the setting of that imagination. Even the lights of those buildings are the same. It’s like Yana read my mind and put it on a digital canvas. The only thing different is the gate behind Azul, but otherwise, it’s everything that I’ve seen in my dreams.

Then Azul’s outfit! I’ve long entertained the idea of Azul in a masquerade outfit since last year. It was so appealing because he hides behind a mask all the time to seem more pleasing to others. It pushed me to plan out and write a (work in progress) fic where Azul is a masked pianist. He’d be decked in black and purple, mostly purple. He’d have a hat with a feather, and he’d be wearing a mask with that same shape you see on the card.

You know in fact, I always imagined since late last year that the next Abema stream was going to be me seeing Azul getting a masquerade SSR. And then I would be screaming.

And 😭 I got it. I got the masquerade card, and his outfit has similarities to what I envisioned for him. I now also know that his hat is called a tricone, and that is really awesome to know.

And to top it all off? His tailcoat. I always loved tailcoats even as a kid. There was something about how simple it is yet the way it billows in the breeze as it trails behind you creates a certain aura about you. It looks classy and almost authoritative. It catches your attention.

And guess what? Azul Ashengrotto comes in with at least 6 tail ends on his tailcoat.🧍This mcfucking octopus.

Anyway, I’m just… I am just so happy right now. 😭 Sundays have recently been my worst day of the week for certain reasons, but I had such a great day today because of Azul.

The gacha is coming tomorrow, which is really exciting but also anxiety inducing xD! I really want to stream for everyone, but I don’t think I can :( I think my stream would end up lagging horribly. But I’ll definitely share what happens here.

This post is really different from how I’d usually scream about Azul. I’ll admit, much of my energy is gone because I have melted down in a vc with friends xD but mainly, I just feel so tender about this card. It’s two years of my dreams put on a screen for the world to see. It’s two years of all the times I thought about him, talked about him, wrote about him, bringing me to a time when I can actually for the first time freak out about his event SSR when I could not do that for Beans Day. It’s two years of loving him, and now I’m here. 🥲 And I’m so thankful and happy right now.

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #twst jp

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tarlosweeklyprompts · 2 years

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I've been working on coming up with prompts that people want to write and following some of the suggestions that people have sent in via my survey or have told me but at times it can be hard. I hope you guys enjoy this week's prompts! I can't wait to see what you write!

Prompt #1: TK bringing coffee / a treat to Carlos while he's at work.

Prompt #2: "I want a pet. Please? I know you want one too. We can have one now, I think we're ready." (In which TK asks begs Carlos for a pet.)

Prompt #3: Carlos has been having a hard time at work - the stress of the pending detective exam, multiple kidnappings, and just general everyday stuff has him stuck in his head. He needs TK to take him out of his head so, one night, when they're both off shift and have the next day off, Carlos asks TK to top him and help him let go of control for a moment.

The work has to be Tarlos centric but can include other characters.

All work must be properly rated and have appropriate warnings.

Accepted works: fic's, moldboards, fanart, gifs

Please no content that contains incest or glorification of topics such as sexual assault / rape / suicide etc. (This topics may be written about seeing as Tarlos are first responders but please refrain from glorifying these acts.)

Prompts can be used for series, chapter fics, etc. For example if you are writing a chapter fic and a prompt fits into the story you can use the prompt. However, the chapter for the fic with the prompt needs to be posted the day the prompt is due.

All work needs to be posted by Saturday at 5 p.m. EST. Masterlist will be posted on Mondays. Find all our Masterlist with #tarlosweeklyprompt masterlist

Tag the blog and I'm tracking the tag #tarlosweeklyprompts

#tarlosweeklyprompts #tarlos #tk strand x carlos reyes #carlos reyes #tk strand #911 lonestar #tarlos weekly prompt #tarlos fanfic #tarlos prompt #tarlossource #ronen rubinstein #rafael silva #tarlos fic

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emotionalvulcan · 5 months

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yayyy vent time and by vent time I mean complaining-about-ib-econ-and-my-unfortunate- and-horribly-catastrophic-choice-in-picking-that-class time

so was it the worst choice I've ever made in my life?...

most likely

number 1 factor in my annoying period of extra depression² ?...

mhm yes

do I have an exam tomorrow that I am not at all equipped to do?...

absolutely

is there blood rushing in my ears with no signs of stopping?...

seems like it

are my nails and surrounding skin destroyed?...

of course, you best believe it

am I also procrastinating writing this stupid paper II mock exam that is like ¼ complete?...

unfortunately yes (pls end me, what a horrible fate awaits me)

should I have listened when the smartest person I know told me to switch out of this class?...

yes I really fucking should have they were right like always fuck

this isn't even accounting for the other horrifying stress that are in store for me

yes most of the suffering ends friday but that also means that I have until friday to not get fucked.... now lets see what awaits me

ah yes just your usual 1,000 words part ⅔ of my extended essay of which my diploma depnds on and then oh wow would you look at that... another like 1,000 word econ essay which... no way... my diploma also depends on... not to mention my usual list of homework

and now for an even sooner due date of lovely good old wednesday of which i have to finish 10 whole pages of a review packet for apush

opps and what's this... I have to go work at the library for some stupid 100 community hours that... wait... what's that?... my diploma also depends on? who would've guessed... this is literally so stupid what

I hate the public school sy- nono I hate the school system in general

especially ib

like I'm so sorry I have a life and am too stupid in math and don't understand a bunch of graphs

I do not care for your stupid knowledge

what I want to learn I will do so on my own and enjoy my time exponentially more than I ever would by sitting in your horrid prisons of paper and concrete

its funny too because I remember complaining to my mother about ib and telling her that I wanted to and that I could switch academies

then she offered

and wanting to be all strong and brave and whatever other bullshit I was feeling at the time

I chose to stay in it thinking i could do this alone

well would ya look at that losers

guess who's the one losing out in the end

the one time I didn't follow through with my cowardly coping mechanisms of running away from my problems

and what do I get for it?

tears in my face?

ridiculous

well actually the 2 times (not running from ib and not running from ib econ)

only need 3 more for it to be part of one of those fics "the 5 times blank did this and the one time blank did it back"

funny how it'll be over so soon but it sure doesn't feel like it

funny how it all feels so right and yet so wrong at all the same times and sometimes they just take turns

how I can be happy for such few days on the weekends when I get some breaks and then the weeks feel like nonstop punches to the gut

beyond elated for thanksgiving break since they give us a whole week off this year

only thing is...

that's next week

so it's almost like I have to get shot in the face before i can properly rest for a short while

watch me write more in this short time span than I ever will for my stupid paper II or aa2

also wtf I just spent like the last 30mins writing this I'm going to fail my exam tomorrow because I still have to finish the mock exam and then study

#hate everything #ib life #fuck ib econ #i do not understand why this class is just not in a language i understand #almost as if it repels me #hoping college is easier or else we're sending it

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echoanddust · 11 months

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Summer Reading/Writing/Arting Tag

I was tagged by @chennnington. Thank youu :) Once again, I'm extremely late, because I spent 99% of free time reading

1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer

I hope I get back to writing some shitty fan fiction. But my main goal is to do more photography, as I'll finally be free from school stress for a while

2) Rec a book!

Literally stayed up two hours later than usual to finish A Little Life yesterday. Amazingggg, depressing book. I'd just like to mention that possibly every single trigger warning applies to it. It's my favorite book I've read i think. I have some huge exams next week but i spent 8 hours a day reading 💀

3) Rec a fic! (outside your character tag)

Currently reading this John Wick fic as it's being posted

4) Rec music!

I mean, besides, obviously, the new Sleep Token album, I listened to Hell Finds You Everywhere by Thousand Bellow, and it's amazing. Also, Tallah

5) Share one piece of advice!

Never start reading a 814-page book a week before exams

I tag whoever wants to join! Feel free to participate

#tag #thanks for the tagg

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luimagines · 1 year

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*walks on in tiredly, waves, leaves this with no context, leaves to get coffee* Hello there, just an Anon on a stroll here aka OG Lustrous Anon, hope you're having a nice time or the day and thank you for all your work in the fandom, plus an early Merry Christmas/whichever holiday you celebrate idk.

So the drabble wrote this in insomniac flight of frenzy, so it's probably not the best but it's what I have xD, thank you for all of your works so far in the fandom, absolutely screeched at the Warriors fic because Dragons ™ and it's honestly very hard not to like them and I adore dragon Aus with the Chain plus it's nice to see him being appreciated, went Opera singer at the ending of Soulmate au because I am going to take a heated wok to Dink's head Twilight honey no- Look, Twi was my first Link ever, basically my introduction of the series and I adore the good sir alright? I'd give him the world if given the chance, and lastlywent full on Banshee mode during the fairy tale scenarios, because you know, FAIRY TALE SCENARIOS. I am an absolute sucker for fairy tales and mythology so needless to say I was thriving that day, although my screeching woke my poor dog who probably now thinks I'm insane and made me spill my coffee which is when you know I really liked something xD (Despereaux my underrated beloved- and with Four even? Perfection. We need more of him as a Minish, and I was cackling so hard during Wild's because my playlist was on shuffle and it seemed like the universe just KNEW I was getting to his because Tangled songs started playing, it was fantastic, now I'm tempted to write full on fics with this concept you absolute monarch but likely won't because I don't want it to be like accidental stealing or something), it was a very nice pick me up after some hard few weeks of life in general and college exams kicking my sanity down into the curb so once again, thank you for sharing all of your works and ideas with the fandom! I'm sure you brighten the day of a lot of people ^^

May you have a nice day!

(1/2 {Hopefully})

-Just an Anon on a Stroll.

Oh my goodness XD

Anon, I adore you. For everything I posted lately, you came through with your thoughts and opinions. I hope that the next few weeks give you serenity and peace and that every night is filled with a good night's sleep.

But by all means, if you want to write full on fics, who's going to stop you? I'd love to read them. XD

#pinky replies

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hoperays-song · 11 months

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Things Gooseless Did During Their Finals Weeks

(Because my school is bloody insane and my finals are over like two weeks instead of one. It’s like they want us to get ulcers.)

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1. Spammed their english professor with literary memes.

2. Wrote frog comics on the bottom of the paragraph response forms in environmental science.

3. Somehow slept for 17 hours straight immediately after my first Friday exam... I typically have insomnia, I pretty sure my family thought I was going into a coma.

4. Got compared to Hunter from The Owl House because of my eye bags twice in one day.

5. Pulled a few all nighters to turn in late assignments that even my professors forgot I had. I still barely passed but hey, I passed.

6. Had a sensory overload and a migraine attack because I wasn’t allowed headphones in the silent testing lab. And no I wasn’t allowed to wear them after either. Yay.

7. Had to write the sentence, “Asian carp have invaded Lake Eerie”, on previously mentioned environmental science final and immediately thought about that one news dude who made everyone believe aliens were invading.

8. Wrote three essays about warrior cats books. :)

9. Put fun facts in my answer book when I got bored and didn’t know how to respond to the prompt... So for every prompt.

10. Bashed my art history professor on those essay response forms by listing everything I argued with him about all year. If you can’t tell, I’m petty apparently.

11. Drew a truly awful self portrait. Like next level horrible. :)

12. Wrote commentary on every question on my English (second) exam. Like actual running commentary on the questions. My teacher just sighed when she saw it (she laughed though, glared at me, but laughed while grading it).

13. Cried four times in one day. That was fun.

14. Found out that banana pudding has layers?!?!?! And is actually vanilla pudding with bananas?!?!?

15. Binged the whole of Netflix’s Queen Charlotte solely for the annoyed gay butlers trying to parent trap their bosses.

16. Found three of said professors emails and now have a way to get in touch with them after graduation (NEXT WEEK!!!!), because they honestly know waaaayyyyy too much about my life for me not to at this point.

17. Correctly guessed how many questions I would get right on my mathematics final (80% baby).

18. Baked four whole trays of cookies to give to my professors as an end of year gift. I was a horrible student. They deserve at least cookies.

19. Started planning out a tattoo for me to get. :)

20. Wrote two thousand more words of the continuation fic as well as started on a few short ones for a different fandom and the warriors au.

21. Took a very unplanned hiatus (still not back, sorry y’all).

22. Watched a total of twenty hours of movie and tv show analysis videos within three days.

23. Reached one year in one of my recovery programs and three months in another!!!!!!!!

24. Had to say goodbye to my friends and my daughter since now I won’t be in school with them next year (still in contact with several of them, daughter including, just can’t see her in person due to me moving). It sucked.

25. Worked on more character backstories that will be coming soon. Hopefully. As in once I get off hiatus, expect like four angsty backstories.

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solarsavoy · 2 years

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WIP Wednesday, Life in Retail

Even though it's already being posted, it isn't complete and is technically still a WIP. I've got a lot of plans for this series and have even made a bit of a timeline for it.

I plan on adding three surprise guests that start work at Convenience, one from the Assassination Classroom fandom! I also plan on drawing Nagisa in a costume for each week of October and am open to thoughts or suggestions for the first three weeks. It'll also interact with Kristmas Karma II in December when that starts up. For the most part, they don't cross with each other, but Life in Retail ch40 and Kristmas Karma II ch 24 will be very closely interconnected to the point of needing to be read together.

Which reminds me, I've added "Timeline Links" to anything in the AC universe that I've written that is canon compliant with the main anime and then continues on afterwards. I post these on the day they're supposed to happen, so you can pretend it's happening now while you read it. The Timeline Links are listed at the bottom of the end notes and will help guide anyone willing and wanting to follow the timeline through all the fics. Life in Retail will be sort of special as it is a long term fic and thus interacts with all of them. So keep an eye out for Timeline Links listed in the end notes if you aren't reading live. And if you've been keeping up with Life in Retail up to now, I'm sure you noticed the note in the beginning notes saying a Timeline Link was added to previous items, which will be unique to Life in Retail, so hopefully that helps. Of course, Life in Retail will be fine to read on its own for the karen stories. 😏 Which I'll try to add at least one karen story or retail specific irritations to each chapter. I hope I don't run out of ideas... 😅

Life in Retail will be a total of 52 chapters since there are 52 weeks in a year and if all goes well and I'm able to keep up with it, I'll start a Life in Retail II for a second year. So, lot's of plans.

The next story Life in Retail will directly interact with will be an ASD story (Any Ship Dates) for Karma and Gakushuu, which I'm sure some of you will really appreciate. (You know who you are.) I'm also considering doing an ASD fic for Sugino and Kanzaki at some point, but I haven't quite worked them into my version of the AC universe yet. This may be my muse telling me to wait, or my brain saying I need to slow down because it's already so complicated as it is. Even so, I really wanted to work them in somehow after my fic "For Your Amusement" that I did for Karmagisa week. (I know, inspired to write about a different ship than Karmagisa during Karmagisa week. -_-)

I think that's about all I've got planned that isn't a major spoiler. There will be a secret event in November, a fic that interacts and affects Life in Retail, and it's sad. 😟 Just know it's coming.

As for the coworkers, here are your hints if you'd like to try and guess who they are.

Employee 1 is 18, a couple years older than he is in the anime. I'm bringing him into this world from another place so I'm changing stuff up a bit so things in this world line up with his roles and interests in his original anime and he's going to be an archaeology student working on trying to find an internship, so his work at Convenience is temporary. He'll stick around until after Christmas though. All of them will, actually.

Employee 2 is from the Assassination Classroom fandom. If I give any other hints, it makes it obvious who it is, so that's it for hints on this one. 😅

Employee 3 is a young man looking to try and get into college to become a doctor. He works hard and this is his third job and he studies all the time to try and prepare for his entrance exams into college. So, his work is also temporary. Should line up with canon in his original anime though, so I'm pretty excited about this one. 😊

And finally, someone will be replacing those that leave when Life in Retail starts up for a second round in March of 2023. This one, however, I plan on making permanent. No hints available on this one as just about anything I say could give it away to those who know me. 😏

And that's it for WIP Wednesday! Let me know your thoughts and guesses for those first 3 employees. I will refrain from verifying anything on the fourth one that starts in part II though, because like I said, it'll be an easy guess for those who know me if I say anything.

See you tomorrow for the next cover of Life in Retail! (Edit: Which is surprisingly done already! Look at me go. ^^)

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thecoffeelovingfreak · 2 years

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And All I Ever Knew, Only You

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x gn!Reader

Writing Genre: story, letter format

Genres: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff?

Word count: 1.7k (there is a cut)

Warnings: extremely light allusion to nsfw, discussions of mental health, discussions of suicidal thoughts and actions, allusions to self-harm, angst, results of trauma

Notes P.1: I originally got the idea for this fic when I had the first sneak peek I shared come to mind on a night drive, and immediately I felt that Dazai should be the character for the fic! I would also like to note that this fic was slightly influenced by Lemony Snicket's The Beatrice Letters!

Notes P.2: Another thing I would like to note is that it does get slightly more disorganized as the fic goes on, but it is written that way on purpose to accurately portray how your thoughts become more jumbled when you're so caught up in emotion!

Read it on ao3!

And yes, the title is a lyric in the song Only You by Yazoo!

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Staring out of the window, a soft smile made its way onto Dazai's face as he observed the gloaming. Your light snores filled the bedroom, causing his smile to widen as he looked back at your sleeping form. Multiple pieces of paper sat on the desk in front of him, glowing due to the light from a candle.

Picking up a black pen, he felt an overwhelming sense of love in his bones. Adoration, tenderness, and appreciation flooded his veins as his heart overflowed onto the pages.

To my dear soul,

I have felt a plaguing solitude for as long as I can remember. My childhood was filled with bitterness and confusion; a wound only deepening as I got older. My time in the mafia, as you know, was an extremely tumultuous period of my life. My mind had found its home in the volatile cage of violence, both to myself and others. There was no longer the glimmering of youth in my eyes, having been shoved aside into nothingness.

I was given the key to the cage about a decade ago now by a friend of mine, and although I opened the door and flew from the cage, my soul stayed behind. It sat idly and waited for someone to revive it and give its own wings to fly with. Finally, four years ago, along you came.

The first thing I noticed were your eyes. Such captivating emotion in them, highlighted by your dazzling smile. You had an interview with Fukuzawa that morning, and decided to approach and make conversation with me. It was simple small talk, but it haunted my sleepless nights nonetheless. When he asked if we should hire you, I was quick to give my approval.

By the start of the next week you became one of our receptionists. After we discovered your past and ability however, you were given your entrance exam (which you aced with my advice might I add) and became an official member of the Agency; I was overjoyed that day, even if it was hidden away!

Your desk sat next to mine, and I always observed you working and talking to the other members; much to Kunikida’s frustration of course. Those frustrations did not last long though, because he could see the true happiness in my aura. It was something he always wished for me, and he was the one who encouraged me to pursue my relationship with you.

I am surprised this is a tale I have never told you; even when you ask me for stories at night while stroking my spine and attempting to make conversation before bed.

I never speak about how much pleasure I find in your embrace. How I can feel nothing but the love and acceptance I have forever craved.

What a fool I am for you, my love. You have revived the boy inside of me, and I feel nothing but gratitude for your patience.

I want to be here for you so desperately, as you have always been there for me. Our relationship has had its fair share of fights, but I was still learning then. I have never had a “proper” relationship shown to me, and that is the only way I knew how to be. This confidence is the only barrier I have to keep people out of the turbulent waters of my heart and my love, but nevertheless you picked up that hammer and began breaking it down.

I remember the first night I cried in front of you; a deep, true cry I have not had in years. You held me, ran your fingers through my hair, and treated me so fragile that even I thought I would break if I left your arms. My sobs and wails echoed and sounded like sirens in your ears, and even though my mind screamed that I was nothing but a burden, you clasped my red tear-stained face in your hands and stared into my watered eyes with such admiration that I felt like your most revered painting.

My fresh tears now drip onto this page as I promise to hold and cherish you the same. I have made so many promises to you, but I am still ashamed to say that I have broken more than half of them. Why do you stay? My heart knows the reason, but my mind does not.

I have laid myself bare before you on many, many nights. I have shown you parts of me that no one has ever seen before. You have sailed and explored every island in the archipelago of my heart, and still you stay. My blood ran mafia black, but you have left ichor in my veins on your voyage.

I thank the Gods everyday for allowing us to meet. I need no other home but you, for you have provided me the shelter and safety to thrive.

You have always cared so deeply for me and my mind. When I stand on the ledge of a tall building in the night, menacing thoughts coursing through my brain, you hold my hand and stand next to me saying nothing; only waiting for me to look at you before leading me away back to the warmth and comfort of our apartment. I want to continue doing the same for you. I see the contemplation and sorrow in your eyes when you trace over your scars, some caused by others and some by you. During those moments I want so desperately to kiss your lips and wash away your thoughts, but I know I cannot. I think I feel remarkably similar to how you feel in my hazy moments; but as I hinted, these are our battles to fight, and we must allow the other this experience.

I promise to always be there for you, even in your darkest times when you question why I bother. Do you know why I bother? I am sure you do, but I will tell you anyway. I bother because I am so deeply and irrevocably in love with you.

You have become the brightest light in my life throughout the last three years we have been together, and I promise to stay with you for the rest of time as yours. And when you are knocking on death's door, I will hold your frail hand and encase your dying breath with my lips. Your wishes will become my only reason for living.

I want to thank you, Y/n, for reviving in me what I once lost. For reminding me of the beauty in the life around me, and not the one in my mind. For showing me how much you love me everyday, in little gestures and large gestures. We are walking toward the vast and unpredictable landscape of our future, and for once in my life I can say that with you as my partner I feel no uncertainty. As cheesy as it may sound, our romance has been written in the stars. Our lovely, bitter romance.

That is what life and love are, right? Lovely and bitter. I believe the proper word would be bittersweet.

I hear your call, my dear soul, and I answer it with my spirit. We are living at peace with our hearts now that all of this chaos has ended. It has been a long journey… and we deserve to rest now.

I know you, and words cannot express how much I have longed for that. You are my sole companion, and I can see in your smile that I am the same for you. Many friends will come and go, but I promise I will remain constant in your life.

I feel so honoured to be your fiancé. I remember the night of the proposal like it was yesterday.

I was with Kunikida in the morning, running around like a headless chicken trying to decide how I would do it! Would I take you to a fancy restaurant? A rooftop bar? A park or lake for a picnic? He was trying his best to calm me down, but his efforts were to no avail. Now, I know you were there, and you have heard this story many times before, but I will be telling it again.

I had made a reservation at the restaurant we went to on our first date (very cliché, I know), but by the time we arrived they had given our table to someone else as I had gotten the reservation time wrong! I felt very embarrassed, but you assured me that it would be fine as long as we spent the night together.

Now that my original plan had failed, I landed on my second idea – a rooftop bar. The maps on our phones were not working however, and we ended up driving across the city trying to spot it! Eventually, we decided to drive out to the country and enjoy the nature. I thought the car had enough gas, but needless to say it did not (I’ve never been that great with cars, love, I apologize). After it broke down, ironic chuckles left both of our lips before we decided to walk through the grass and trees that were nearby.

We stood together under the stars and a cherry blossom tree, and at that moment when you looked over at me, I could see my future carved into your features. I reached into my pocket to pull out the ring, and to my surprise you pulled out a ring as well. We both wanted to propose to each other on the same night, what are the odds! Our laughter flew with the wind as we slipped the rings onto the others fingers and kissed, petals from the tree falling over us like rain. But then, of course, the ‘rain’ started feeling a little too wet and real and I quickly realized that we were now stuck in a storm. What a way to celebrate our engagement, right!? It felt like Heaven to me, though; like God had finally dealt me a good hand.

Alas, it is time for me to join you in our bed. I am unbelievably excited to marry you tomorrow, my star.

Your spirit,

Dazai

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krisingtons · 3 years

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Krisington's BNHA Fan Fiction List

The time has come for me to create a master list of all my BNHA fan fiction! If you are a Dadmight fan, then you are in the right place.

Fics will be organized based on their chapter count, then the one shots will be in a random order. Each will have a brief description and a link to the fic. All listed fics are complete. Fics with a * next to them are considered personal favorites.

Always mind the tags, but a couple things apply to all my fics at this time:

All fics are rated T or G.

None of the fics contain romantic relationships or character deaths.

Many of my fics contain manga spoilers.

These fics primarily contain fluff and angst.

This list will be updated as I write more fics.

Multi-Chapter

*Of Fingernails and Bangs

Bakugou and Todoroki finally have their provisional licenses, which allowed them to take down some villains on the way back from the exam. Izuku is beyond thrilled for them - really, he is. He can't help but compare their success against his own recent failures with Black Whip, though, and All Might's boasting about his classmates really doesn't help. So, Izuku revisits an old nervous twitch in his pent-up frustrations and worries.

(14 Chapters)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32011720/chapters/79292194

*The Stars Shine Brighter With Your Eyes Upon Them

Izuku Midoriya and All Might, after a bad week, find themselves making similar wishes on a shooting star. Their wishes are closer to coming true than either of them realize, but in order to bridge the gap, they need to confront some unspoken things between them. (8 Chapters)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31545599/chapters/78042695

Quirk Development Theories

The concept of Quirk Singularity is fringe enough that Izuku Midoriya and All Might have some difficulty learning more about it. Izuku is no stranger to finding unexpected things in research, but it still startles him to stumble upon a similar yet related theory along the way: Quirk Soulmate Theory.

OR: Having a close relationship with someone who has a similar quirk can create soulmate bonds, something All Might is wholly unprepared to deal with. (7 Chapters)

(This is the central work of the series with the same name. The other stories are in-universe shorter fics.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30821336/chapters/76085843

Better Late Than Never

One simple movie night with Class 1-A is all it takes for All Might and Izuku to finally become truly vulnerable with each other. And once they open up, it makes room for all kinds of experiences a father and son might share. (5 Chapters)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30343908/chapters/74801388

If I Gave You Everything

All Might does what he can to teach Izuku Midoriya everything he knows, to give him everything he can, things big and small, the obvious and the less obvious. And while he's determined to never ask for anything in return, Izuku is the only one who can give All Might the one thing he really wants. (2 Chapters)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30701621/chapters/75762002

*Ocean-Dipped Feathers, Sun-Kissed Wings

One has feathers too young to fly. The other has wings too damaged to show. But as Izuku Midoriya and Toshinori Yagi bond during ten months of training on the beach, they each grow comfortable enough with the other to help their wings be the best they can be. Just as family would.

AKA: A Dadmight Wingfic. (2 Chapters)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33270901

Keep Reading for One Shots

*You who are many where we are one

The vestiges of One for All love Toshinori Yagi as much as Izuku Midoriya does. And now that they can make the smallest amount of contact with the ninth, maybe they can do more to care for the eighth.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33586720

An Old-Fashioned Photo Album

As Midoriya helps All Might move into the new UA dorms, he comes across a piece of memorabilia for the old hero. This leads to a series of revelations and confessions from each of them.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30321408

*The Oracle

The Oracle’s quirk allows her to see the name and a defining color of a person’s greatest joy. She readily uses it to thank those who have done her a great service.

There are two who have been bestowed this gift. Each has been given the name of the other. One knows, the other does not.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30542814

For a Moment In Between

As Izuku Midoriya and All Might wait for Izuku's gauntlets to arrive from America, All Might takes Izuku somewhere he's never been before. He claims it's an attempt to teach him a hard truth about death, but Nana Shimura's vestige knows better. She knows there's something else Toshinori really wants to say.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31213586

What Was Lost, What Was Almost Lost

A few days after Nighteye's death, All Might finally confronts Izuku about his offer to Mirio Togata.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30644654

Did You Really Not Know?

All Might and Izuku Midoriya decide that they are like father and son to each other early on in their relationship, at some point when they're training on the beach. Rather than just telling everyone that, though, they decide to mess with anyone who asks.

OR: 5 times Izuku and All Might don't admit to being father and son, and 1 time they do.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31511447

An Unfamiliar Feeling

Midoriya and All Might resume some of Midoriya's training at the beach, where they run into an unexpected visitor. The visitor makes Toshinori Yagi face an unfamiliar feeling, but not a bad one.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30325413

fit for the future fight

Little Satoshi Ando is Deku’s number one fan, no question about it. Satoshi loves heroes, even if his quirk won’t make him one, too. But when he gets to see Deku fight for the first time, an impossibly tall, thin blonde man challenges that in the best possible way.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30878669

Nothing Could Be More Worthwhile

A villain shows All Might a vision of Izuku. Bloodied. Broken. Fading. Was that some future that would come to pass? Toshinori needs to do everything in his power to make sure it isn't.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31862209

To Answer Your Question

Izuku Midoriya has spent years contemplating the gravity-defying nature of All Might's bangs. How in the world do they stay up like that? It may not be the most unbelievable thing about the pro hero, but it still defies all logic. So, when Izuku has the opportunity to study the real thing up close, he won't pass it up.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31754695

A Good Conversation

Izuku had been in his dorm room for hours, and no one knew why he wouldn’t come out. His friends and classmates tried to find out what was wrong, but with no luck.

Eventually, they realized that sometimes a kid just needs their dad.

Toshinori hadn't seen his boy for most of the day, so he didn't know what was wrong, either. But whether Izuku wanted to talk or not, Toshinori could be there for him now.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31909954

Can I Tell You A Secret?

Izuku is acting strangely after his surgery during the Sports Festival, and All Might is the first to notice. Turns out, it's just pain meds.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32797495

Hundreds of Things

Toshinori cursed the snow that fell in large, soft chunks outside. Most would call it beautiful. In another life, he would have called it beautiful, too. But now, his frail body couldn’t keep up with the chill.

Then, a cup of tea was placed in his hands.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34478146

BNHA Microfics

A series of micro fics or drabbles based on ask games. Each one contains a dose of Dadmight.

https://krisingtons.tumblr.com/tagged/bnha-microfic

Thanks for reading!

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joyfulhopelox · 3 years

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"I've never cried over a broken dryer before"-"And you better not start now"

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (College!AU/ University!AU)

Genre: smut with a saltbae of fluff

Warnings: alcohol use, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, swearing, bit of dom! JK, biting

Summary: Upon entering the club you come across a familiar face. Turns out your laundry adventures were not over. Who knew that clean laundry could lead to dirty talk?

Word count: 6.5k

rating : 18+

A/N: Massive thank you to @bangtanhome for not only being my beta but also my support and making this whole thing a polished princess. Thank you Moon so much for taking the time to edit and thank you for listening to me whilst I complained about this. And most importantly massive thank you for giving me pointers. This is my first piece of nsfw writing and I was extremely unsure about putting it out there but you’ve literally been an angel and were patient with my unsure self whilst also making sure you made this readable <3 -I also would like to thank my soulmate and best friend for putting up with me and dying in the process of reading a fic about her bias. I will warn that i massively sleep deprived at this point but i wanted to get this out with the occasion of the Muster 2021 so here she is!

Copyrights @joyfulhopelox for both the work and the banner

As always please leave feedback and/or talk to me as i love to hear from you! Enjoy <3

Fuck. You’d overslept. You weren’t panicking because you were going to be late; you were normally late anyway. But as soon as your eyes opened, you felt the grogginess that comes with sleeping a bit too much. Your body felt sluggish, joints throbbing and your mouth feeling like you've stuffed cotton balls in it. Feeling like you've been through a survival show, you know it'll take at least an hour for your body to wake up properly. However, you didn’t have time to let yourself slowly come to. You were already late. Any later than this and you may just as well stay home for the night- and go back to sleep. You reveled in the thought for a second, but no. Your friends were impatiently waiting for you to go out clubbing with them. And most importantly to lend them your car. You knew that only because they have called and messaged you incessantly for the past hour reminding you of it. You were thankful at least that you were not the designated driver for the night. Normally you’d draw straws and this time you had got lucky, you could drink as much as you wanted.

‘Good lord Y/N get your ass out of bed,’ you hyped yourself up and just like a bandaid, you ripped yourself from your covers and rolled out of bed. Landing with a thud you groaned upon impact. That was going to leave a bruise.

After a quick shower to get the cobwebs cleared off your mind, you put on a dress. You didn’t wear dresses normally, your wardrobe consisted mostly of pants and various tops. To be tightly encased in a dress that was a bit too short for comfort made you feel uncomfortable, but you knew that as soon as you had some alcohol into you, things would change. A loud knock at your door told you that your friends had finally arrived so you hurriedly grabbed your purse and keys and were out the door. You hesitated for a moment, the feeling of having forgotten something weighing on your mind. When you couldn’t figure out what it was, you decided that it must not be important. Plus, your friends were waiting; time to get the show on the road.

As soon as you entered the club, the heavy smell of smoke, sweat and alcohol hit your sensitive nose. The atmosphere was too loud and obnoxious for your sober brain. To remedy that, your friends decided to stop by the bar first and buy a round of shots to get the night started. With the burn of the alcohol running down your throat, your confidence levels increased. The dress didn’t make you feel uncomfortable anymore, instead you prowled around, your hips moving to the beat. You were aware of the lustful stares that you were receiving and you thrived off of it. Tonight you were on the hunt, ready to let loose after the stressful week full of exams.

“Hey, Y/N. Muscle at 12 o’clock has been giving you the look more than a couple of times,” your friend leaned in to make themselves heard over the loud music. “Try not to be obvious, but I'd say he’s a 10.” You nodded in acknowledgment running a finger over the rim of your glass.

“He’s looking away now, look look,” they nudged you, forcing you to turn around. In all honesty, you weren’t interested in going home with anyone. You were simply enjoying the admirative stares and the smouldering gazes that were thrown your way, but you had no intention to take any of them home with you. However, when you turned around, you were faced with the impossible task of reconsidering. The back of the man your friends' pointed out was indeed muscular, broad and strong, you could see the muscles popping underneath the black shirt he wore. The sleeves of the shirt were pushed up to his elbows, allowing a full display of tattoos on his right arm.

Normally you would have second thoughts about a person like that, but there was something about his demeanour that drew you in even without seeing his face.

The handsome man motioned to one of his friends and his whole body shook with laughter. Observing the way the shirt strained against his muscles you licked your lips involuntarily. For a second you thought he looked strangely familiar, and before you could convince yourself you were being paranoid, he turned his head to the side to entertain the person to his right.

The messy mop of hair, defined jawline and that bridge of the nose they all belonged to the laundry boy - Jungkook. You smirked, “I’d give it a 15 actually”. As soon as you said that, he threw you a glance, his smile wavered as he made eye contact. You felt satisfied at the recognition in his eyes.

You slowly turned back to your friends, certain he would come to you. It took him the entirety of the time you took to finish your drink to make his way towards you.

“Don’t look, he’s coming.”

“Oh, he will be,” you smirked, eyes twinkled with excitement as your friends laughed at your slurring words.

Jungkook had noticed your enticing figure entering the club from the very beginning. It was as if a magnet pulled him towards you. He recognised you as soon as he laid eyes on you. How could he not? The cute girl from the laundry room in the daylight turned into an alluring vixen during nighttime. His eyes were drawn to your hips, the curve of your back and the tempting strip of skin he could spy; they were enticing to him. He tried his best to focus on the way your eyes sparkled in delight when one of your friends would make a joke, but when you ran a finger over the rim of your glass tracing delicate patterns, he felt your siren pull.

You smelt him before you felt him, the subtle vanilla enveloping your senses overpowering the scent of sweat from around you. He stopped right behind you, with one hand on the stool next to you; not completely encasing your form, but close enough that you could see his jawline in your periphery. Leaning in under the guise of ordering a drink from the bartender he pulled the stool and sat down. He didn’t address you at first, patiently waiting for his drink, his long fingers tapping the counter in rhythm with the beat. You tried your hardest not to stare at his hands, the art on them fascinating to you: the doodle style art accentuating his knuckles and the veins running tracing all the way up to where his skin hid beneath his shirt. You tried to keep a poised front, talking to your friends as if he was not there, but you could feel the heat of his stares from time to time, goosebumps forming on your skin.

You knew your friends were getting drunker and drunker as time passed, but you’d underestimated them. Soon enough they each scattered around the surface of the club looking for a dance partner. Your friend left you in charge of the drinks they ordered, winking at you suggestively as they left. That meant you were alone. And judging by the way your skin prickled, Jungkook was still seated next to you.

“A gin and tonic, please,” he ordered another drink. You realised now would be the perfect time to not only talk to him, but also repay him for earlier. As the bartender presented him with the bill you turned around and smoothly presented your card to him. “Make it two on the same tab.” you smirk, winking at Jungkook when your eyes met his.

You heard Jungkook laugh at your brazen attitude and you had to admit to yourself, if not for the alcohol you’d had earlier, you would’ve probably walked away. You made direct eye contact with him and smiled.

“Nice to see you again, laundry boy,” you smirked. Jungkook looked taken aback for a second. The image of you in the laundry room is completely erased. What he saw in front of him now was an alluring woman, sure of herself and what she wanted. And she made it clear that she wanted him. Hiding a smirk behind his hand he leans closer to you, his breath fanning the hair stuck at the nape of your neck.

“It’s Jungkook, not 'laundry boy',” he yells over the music. Your shoulders shake with laughter.

“I know, but it is fun to tease you - Jungkook.” He smiled at you, his eyes crinkling in delight. He's caught onto what you were doing and he was ready for it, two could play at this game.

“What’s your name?” You were half expecting him to pull a bad pick up line, the earlier impression that you had of him still engraved into your mind. When he didn't, you smiled, hiding your satisfaction. Maybe he really was worth a 15 and not a 10.

“What, no ‘I didn’t catch it’? No ‘I bet it hurt’? I’m offended, do I not deserve a bad pick up line?” you grinned at him and he burst out laughing, the sound reverberating through you making a shiver run down your spine.

“You got the drinks, pretty girl, there’s no way I can use a pick up line now,” you started laughing earnestly. He was definitely not what you had expected. The muscly tattooed facade was clearly done just for the purpose of aesthetics, and not because he slotted right in with the rest of the douches.

“Fair play, but I did say I was going to pay you back earlier,” you gesture with your head as if to point out which earlier moment you meant.

“I see. This is how you intended to keep your word then” Jungkook said just as the bartender places the drinks in front of you both handing him something. “But as it happens, I am a step ahead of you” he waved a card in front of you. His satisfied smirk made you pause flustered. Realising he’s already given his card to the bartender earlier you blushed.

“That’s not fair, laundry boy” you pout. “Now I have to find another way to repay you” you fumbled with the card the bartender handed over to you struggling to place it back in your clutch.

“I am sure we can find other ways” you paused looking at him. Under normal circumstances you would have found that to be incredibly off putting, but noticing the way he scrutinised you so intensely, no hidden message behind his smoldering gaze you squeezed your thighs together a wave of heat enveloping you.

You took a sip of your drink to mask the deepening blush and cleared your throat. You knew that if you gave him your name you were in for the ride. “It’s Y/N” you took another sip, savouring the taste of the alcohol.

“What?” Jungkook wasn’t expecting you to hand him your name so freely.

“It’s Y/N” you yelled louder and leaned into him thinking he hadn’t heard you because of the music. The waft of your perfume clouds his senses, the smell of cotton and lilac enveloping him. Needing to be closer to you he chanced it and asked you for a dance.

You finished your drink with a gulp and nodded your head. You grabbed his wrist and started making your way through the mob of people. Jungkook couldn’t help but stare at the way your hips swayed to the beat and when you threw him an alluring look over your shoulder he couldn’t help but be lost. He felt like a puppy following your sultry form through the crowd.

You finally stopped in the middle of the dancefloor, your moves more accentuated following the beat of the music. Jungkook stopped a few inches away from you, unsure whether or not he should place his arms around you yet.

You stepped closer to his body, your movement predatory. “Come on laundry boy, you can do better than that. Think of this as part of the payment” you winked at him. You could see the shift in his eyes, a flash of something heavy across his face, his demeanour changing in an instant from uncertain to commanding in a second. He gripped your waist tightly and pulled you flush against him moving along with the beat.

For a second all you could feel and smell was him. His domineering attitude instantly turned you on with the silent promise behind it. “Oh, this is just the beginning” he moved his hands so that his arms encased your waist intending to savour the feeling of you against him. Fully intending to see where this night ended you hooked your fingers into his belt, your bodies so close together they melded into one.

“Bring it on lover boy.”

The oppressive atmosphere of the club was enough to cloud all your senses. The alcohol running through your veins made you braver than you would have ever been. The smirk Jungkook threw at you was almost tantalising. Inviting you to commit sin. And the thought of tasting his lips and running your hands through his hair whilst his breath fanned over your throat was mouth watering. You’d been skirting around each other for the whole night, laughing, drinking, talking, but most importantly eyeing each other up. The last straw for you was when a rogue drink came flying out of nowhere and drenched the two of you. The liquid mixed with his sweat and snaked its way from his temple down to his jaw. You watched as the drops ran lower and lower as if directing your gaze towards his chest. Swallowing thickly you knew that you were a goner. If he’s ask to fuck you right there on the dance floor, you would surrender instantly.

Smirking at your lust filled expression, Jungkook knew he had you where he wanted. He had been staring at your lips for the whole night, entranced at the way the plumpness was enhanced by the sheen from when you’d run the tip of your tongue over them. He was mesmerised. He could also imagine that tongue running over his- he tried to stop himself there, aware that he’d get hard if he kept going in that direction. He could already feel the strain against his pants.

“Another drink?” he offered, and you shook your head at him. Another drink was definitely not what you wanted. What you wanted was him, to kiss you until your lips were raw and to pound into you senselessly until you could hardly remember your name. Were you drunk enough for this? Probably not, but you did not care for once. You wanted to remember this.

Leaning closer to you with the excuse of the loud music, his breath fanned the nape of your neck and the sensitive shell of your ear, making you shiver. “Then what would you like, love?”

There it was, the thousand dollar question. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath in you looked him straight in the eyes with determination. It made Jungkook shiver. You looked fierce and incredibly alluring. It took all the strength he had in him to not shove you on top of the bar and kiss your brains out. “Tell me?” he coaxed you.

He knew what you wanted. You had been obvious for the whole night. But so had he. Throughout your conversation you were undressing each other with your eyes. You noticed the way he couldn’t keep his eyes away from your ass when you would lean over the bar to ask for one more round of drinks.

Under normal circumstances, that thought would have made you nervous. This time it gave you the courage you needed to let yourself go. To switch from being the player to the one played. And if he was the one doing that, you didn’t mind one bit. “I want you” you bit your lip and looked at him from under your eyelashes. His eyes darkened with lust. Mind clouded with desire, he grabbed your wrist tightly and without a word started making his way through the crowd. The roar of the drunken crowd, the smell of sweat and alcohol, and the feel of sticky bodies bumping into you didn’t matter anymore. All your focus was on the way his back muscles moved with every turn of his body. Suddenly a flash of the same back muscles, naked, moving as he towered over you and thrust his hips into yours made your stomach clench and you could feel your panties getting damp. God you wanted him so badly.

Jungkook could see your wistful lust-filled eyes becoming hazier and he sped up the pace. He finally stopped when he reached an empty corridor near the back exit. He would have liked to have more privacy than that, but something about making you beg for him in a public place made his cock twitch in anticipation. He really needed to get a hold of himself otherwise he’d be done before you’d even started.

He tugged at your wrist and lightly pushed you into the wall, he would have taken things a lot slower but your gaze told him to hurry up and take you then and there. And who was he to deny you?

His eyes raked over your body, and a sigh escaped his lips. “Beautiful”. Even though he craved to taste you, he took a moment to appreciate the way your eyes glistened with passion, your chest heaving along with your breaths and your perfume clouding his senses. He wondered if you tasted as sweet as you smelt.

A fistful of your hair in his hands, he pulled you flush against him, until all you could feel were the hard planes of his chest and his hardened member poking at your abdomen causing you to moan, your panties getting wetter.

You whimpered at the sensation as his fingers gripped the sensitive hairs at the back of your skull, goosebumps forming on your skin in anticipation. Expecting him to attack your mouth with the same hunger that was displayed in his eyes you leaned more into him.

You silently begged him to release the coil that had formed in your stomach but he wanted you to beg. His breath fanned the pieces of hair that fell onto your face. The last rebellious piece of you that refused to fall into his clutches. In a desperate attempt to get him to kiss you, touch you - do something, you grabbed tightly onto his biceps relishing in the feel of the muscle tensing underneath your fingers.

“You’re not playing fair laundry boy,” you huff, feeling frustrated over the lack of contact. His laugh, dark, deep and lascivious sent a shiver down your spine.

“Baby girl, that’s not my name” his free hand clasped onto your waist squeezing hard enough to send a jolt through the pit of your stomach all the way down to your heated core. “Jungkook” you whimper and in a last attempt you hook your leg around his thin waist.

“That’s it baby” he lowered the hand on your waist towards your thigh, his fingers leaving an indentation in the skin. Seizing the opening you started grinding your core onto his thigh trying to relieve the ache. His lips ghost over your neck in a tantalizing way, his tongue sweeping over the nape briefly tasting your saltiness. The sensation of his warm tongue on the exposed area of your neck followed by the coldness from the air makes you moan. You could smell his perfume, combined with the musky scent of his sweat and alcohol made your head swim in delight.

“Jungkook, please” , you exposed your neck to him needing more. Rolling your hips into his thigh you could feel the blood pumping underneath your skin, the pleasure overshadowing any rational thought. The friction between your clit and his pants left you breathless, the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter ready to unfurl. All of a sudden Jungkook stepped a few inches away, and you lost contact with his leg. Robbed of your release, you instantly whine.

“Mmmm, I can't have you cum on my leg, as much as I would like to see you ride it out on your own. I need to taste you.” he demanded. The hand still supporting your leg inched closer and closer to your dripping cunt. Slipping a cold hand under the hem of your dress his fingers made contact with your heated core causing you to jerk. You yelped, your hips bucking into his hand. Your hands latched tightly onto his shoulders, your fingers digging into them in an attempt to steady yourself. He cupped you through your panties, the heel of his palm pressing into you. Muffling a moan into his shoulder you begged him to touch you more, but he retracted it away from your tender flesh.

“Nuh-uh not yet.” The hand pinched your thigh and you tried not to cry at the feelings bubbling up inside you. You were frustrated and horny, and his taunts were enough to make you crave for more.

“Laundry boy” you warn, staring him dead in the eye.

“Y/N, what did I say about my name” he pulled at the hair he still gripped tightly in his hand. Cradling you close to him he bucks his knee into your core, this time freely offering the friction that you had been yearning for. You whined, the lewd sound echoing in his ear. Your clit on fire, you pressed yourself more into his knee.

“That’s it, moan for me with those pretty lips” gaining a bit of self control you decided it was time for you to step up your game.

“Do you not want to see what else these pretty lips can do?” you licked your lips, your heart racing. Your hooded eyes suggested more than Jungkook would have expected from you.

“Dirty girl” biting his lip before he crashed them onto yours, the contact making your lips smack and your teeth clash. Neither of you care as your tongues intertwine, carrying the battle that your hips are craving. The friction between you caused your whole body to heat up, your senses heightened. You could feel every bit of him against you. The way one hand gripped your thigh and the other pulled at the sensitive hairs at the nape of your neck, the way his tongue roughly caressed yours. He was intoxicating. In the heat of the moment he roughly pushed you into the wall behind you, the force causing you to moan into his mouth.

Jungkook was at the end of his wits, he had to have you now. He needed to taste you, see you unfurl in front of him as he eats you out. Breaking the kiss, your mouth sore, he observed the way your pants made your chest rise up and down, pushing your breasts into him.

Without a word, he attacked your mouth once again for a brief second before he trailed down your jaw to your neck, nipping the sensitive skin in the process. The hand on your thigh reached once more underneath the hem of your dress, this time making its way fully and cupping your dripping core. At the touch of his hand on your sensitive clit your knees buckled and you let your weight onto him, your forehead dropping onto his shoulder for support. You tried to suppress a moan.

“Let it all out baby” his mouth at the shell of your ear, the tip of his tongue trailing the delicate flesh there. “You’re so wet” he moans, “I can't wait to taste you.” His finger dipped under the band of your panties trailing over your center. “So soft” - he sucked your earlobe into his mouth and gave it a small bite - "so wet for me”

This time you couldn’t hold back your moan. The feel of his finger pressed into your folds, parting them and exposing your clit to his ministrations had you squirming. The tip of his finger started drumming in a rhythmic steady fashion on your engorged button. The feel of his lips caressing the sore earlobe relieving the sting from the bite is too much for you. “Jungkook please, I need..” your moans getting louder and louder as the pad of his finger presses harder in an unrelenting tempo.

The hand holding your neck slowly inched towards the swell of your breasts, picking the flesh there until it turned sore. His fingers still attached to your sensitive bud he suddenly drops on his knees in front of you. With his support now gone you try to grip uselessly at the wall behind you. He slots himself between your legs, forcing them to spread open. As he raised the hem of your dress and pushed your panties to the side you couldn’t help but look down. The sight of him between your legs glancing up at you made your knees buckle. With one hand tracing your folds and the other gripping your hip tightly to hold you in place he gives you an uncertain look. “Is this ok Y/N?” his concern for your approval makes your heart melt, but you were too high strung to think about that. You wanted him, and you wanted him now.

“Please” you moan in approval.

With your approval he dived right in, too hungry for your taste. Parting your folds with his fingers he starts by giving you a tentative lick. Being sensitive from his fingers you writhe, your hands desperately clutching at the wall behind you. Savouring the first taste of you he thrums with his finger at your clit. You arched your back, your hands giving up on trying to hold onto the wall. Instead they found their way into his hair, fingers gripping tightly.

Diving back in Jungkook starts lapping earnestly at your folds, his finger still applying pressure onto your sensitive nub. Bucking into his face you suppress a moan. The sensation of his wet tongue prodding at your entrance is too much to take and your knees buckle. Jungkook sensed the shift in your weight and quickly grabbed a hold of your leg, hoisting it over his shoulder. The hand attached to your clit now tightly gripped your calf. The change in position offered the extra support you needed to not fall over.

With your entrance now completely opened to him his tongue started rapidly tracing your folds, only stopping to suck on your clit.

“Jungkook” the overstimulation from his tongue lapping up your wetness and his teeth nipping at the sensitive cluster of nerves is too much to handle, you can feel yourself take over, and Jungkook is more than happy to let you go at your own pace. Grinding over his face, your hands still gripping at his hair, you ride his tongue at your own pace desperate to reach your climax.

You can feel it, you are so close to release you could almost taste it.

Suddenly he entered a finger, knuckle deep into you pumping in and out quickly. Letting your calf go but making sure he is still supporting your weight with his body he leaves you sensitive nub alone and traces kisses along your inner thigh, up to your navel. The dress now obscuring other parts of you he gets up, his finger still deep in you, drawing pleasurable mewls out of your mouth.

“That’s it baby girl, tell me what you need” he is panting in your ear now. With the taste of you still lingering on his tongue and the sight of you coming undone from his ministrations makes him harder than he’s ever been. He felt uncomfortable under the constraints of his pants, the zip digging painfully.

“I need you to fuck me” you finally moan, your hips grinding against him chasing for that sweet release.

“I need you to come for me first baby, I need to see your pretty face when you cum all over my fingers” swiftly he changes fingers, his thumb now drumming at your sensitive clit. You gasp as a finger teases your entrance for a brief second before it penetrates your pussy.

The loud sounds coming from the club were not enough to drown out the lewd sounds that your wet pussy was making whilst Jungkook’s finger pistoned into you. The shot fire along with the shameless sounds you were making were enough to make the tight coil in your belly unfurl. With a deep loud moan you bit Jungkook’s shoulder in an attempt to muffle the yell that was threatening to spill out of your lips. Your muscles clenching in tandem with your core. Jungkook felt your cunt clamping his fingers tightly and a low grunt escaped past his lips. He could almost imagine how wet and tight you would be around him.

“That’s it beautiful, let go”

Your hips carried on buckling, chasing the high and wishing it would not stop. Jungkook took his time observing how your head fell down and your mouth opened slightly in a silent satisfied scream, how your eyes scrunched up as if you were trying to cut off all your senses apart from the feeling of his fingers in you. You were beautiful. When at last your muscles relaxed and your high subsided a low sigh fell out of your lips. It has been a long time since someone has made you cum like that with just their fingers. Jungkook’s finger still lazily traced your clit, the overstimulation too much for you to handle.

“Jungkook '' you whined trying to back away from him but the tight grip on your waist wasn’t allowing you to move more than a few inches away. Without a word Jungkook pulled his hand out of your panties and let go of you. Your knees still weak from your climax you struggle to stand up right and you end up having to lean into him slightly for support. The sight of him licking his fingers coated in your juices sets you on fire once more.

“You’re beautiful when you cum Y/N.” Somehow, his words made you blush. The lewd act that you both partook in had failed to make you blush, instead what made you self conscious was the way he gazed at you. It was softer and more intense and it made your stomach clench once more. If not for the obscene act in the deserted corridor of a club, you might’ve actually entertained the idea that he cared.

You smiled shyly at him and in that moment he was swept away by the warmth expanding from his chest. You were indeed beautiful. And witty, and smart, and you liked to do your laundry. What more could he want? Cupping your face, he kissed you once more, slowly and with purpose. You gasped, you were not used to this gentle Jungkook. Taking the opportunity to pull you closer once more, his tongue mapped every inch of your mouth.

“Fuck me now please” you whisper against his lips. Your hand on his belt moved slowly over the bulge in his pants. He bucked into your touch at the feel of your fingers wrapping around him as much as you could with his pants still on.

“Y/N” he warns. If you carried on that way he would definitely come in his pants. Rubbing him slowly, you could feel his member harden even more under your touch.

“Is it uncomfortable babe?” you whisper in his ear. “How about I return the favour?” you unzip his pants prepared to lower yourself to the floor but he grabs your shoulders keeping you in place.

As much as he would have liked to feel those soft lips around him, he knew that if anyone were to bump into you two, it would not be good. The club was full of students going to the same university as you. If they were to find you on your knees blowing him it would instantly kill your reputation. He did not want that to happen.

“Not here” he zips his pants back up and grabs your hand gently. After all that had transpired between you this soft almost domestic treatment is not what you were expecting. Once again the warm feeling in your heart returned, and this time you were a bit more sober. He was cute, and somehow you found his duality endearing. He returned to being laundry boy Jungkook instead of the dominant Jungkook you’ve just witnessed.

You walked through the club, his hand still gripping you tightly as if he was afraid he’ll lose you in the crowd. Once you reached the outside you took a deep breath in relishing in the way the fresh air soothed your heated skin. Glancing up at Jungkook you noticed he was on his phone texting someone.

“I am texting my friends to let them know I have left,” he explained, putting his phone back in his pocket, smiling at you. The contrast of his lust-filled gaze from before and his gleeful smile almost gave you a whiplash. He was such a contradiction that you couldn’t help but be intrigued by him.

“And I ordered an Uber” as soon as he’d said that a car pulled over right in front of you. The ride back to the campus was a quiet one. It wasn’t an uncomfortable quietness though, having chatted about anything and everything in the club you were content to just put your thoughts in order. You noticed that he had not let go of your hand once during that time but with his gaze out the window, his face thoughtful you could not bear to say anything. Plus, you were enjoying the feel of his smooth hands holding yours.

As the car pulled up in front of the dorm you both shared a glance, an understanding passing in between the two of you.

Once inside the fire inside you sparked up again. Grabbing at each other, your mouths hungrily clashing, you stumbled all the way to the elevator. It was late enough that no one would see you two messily making your way to your room. As soon as you entered the lift and separated to press the correct button you finally remembered what you’d forgotten. If you were a bit more sober you would have laughed at the hilarity of the situation.

Your face fell. “The laundry” you whined in distress. Jungkook’s mouth fell. He threw you a panicked look thinking that you’d changed your mind. One glance at you was enough to tell him that you were panicking in earnest.

“What happened to the laundry?” his hand hovering over the lift buttons unsure of what to do.

“I forgot to put the laundry in the dryer!” you looked at him with such drunken despair he had to hold his laughter in. He did not want to offend you by laughing in your face. You were sober enough to not slur your words, but clearly not sober enough to process your own feelings.

“Let's get that done then.” He decided that as much as he liked your witty self, as well as you in the throes of passion, he adored this side of you too; your guard down, emotions on display. It made his heart swell thinking that you were entrusting him with your vulnerabilities.

You rushed ahead of him entering the laundry room, not paying attention to anything but the lone machine still loaded with your clothes. You quickly opened it, the smell of clean cotton wafting around you.

“Let me help.” Jungkook grabbed the pile of clothes you were holding and moved them into the dryer next to him. As soon as everything was loaded in you turned to smile at him. The panic in your eyes now replaced by the same hunger that governed your mind earlier, you grab him forcefully, clashing your mouth against his. Your hips slammed together in an attempt to ride the pleasure from before. Jungkook, not having expected you to be so forceful, moaned into your mouth and instantly hardened against your hip bone. The quiet of the laundry room was filled with the sounds of your pants as you continued to kiss. In the heat of the moment, Jungkook places his hands on your ass, hoisting you up on the laundry machine behind you. The position allowed your hips to align perfectly, the pressure of his dick now directly onto your clit. Before you could go further Jungkook stopped and looked at you.

“You need to start the dryer,” with the last of his restraints he motioned to the still machine. You glare at him, this being the second time he cockblocks you and himself. But his gaze was unwavering. You sighed and leaned away from him, reaching for the top of the dryer as well as you could still atop of the laundry machine. “Whatever you say laundry boy.”

After pressing down on the start button, you’re quick to return to kissing him. But the quietness of the room seemed odd to you. The dryer had not started. Confused, you look at it again, certain that you pressed the right button. Pressing it once more you wait this time. The dryer stayed still.

The chaotic emotions from before enveloped you again and this time you could feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Jungkook is throwing you a worried look, not having expected the sight of your tears.

“It’s not started! It’s broken!” you exclaim tears pooling barely hanging onto your bottom lashes. You pushed him gently aside and hopped off the laundry machine. “Why has it not started?”

The desperate look you gave him paired with the knowledge that the machine was not doing what you wanted because you had not paid makes him crack and start laughing. You gape at his bunny smile and crinkly eyes offended until the silliness of the situation catches up to you and you can’t help but join.

“I have never cried over a broken dryer before. Or been cockblocked by one” you glance at him, mirth in both your eyes.

“And you better not start now” he warns you jokingly. You stare at each other for a second before you burst out laughing again.

He can’t help but be enamoured by you and your silliness. Even though the night had not gone as you’d both planned. You both crying in laughter over a dryer makes him think that maybe there was something more there than a one night stand. And he was more than ready to give it a try.

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