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TM GAME TOURNAMENT MAGAZINE ANNOUNCEMENT 07 PART 03

Table of Content: A Quick Recaps To Be On The Same Page Stress Out Situation Needed Attention Sad And Lonely Self-Criticism Management Brainstorm For My Situation My Reasons On Being An Animator First Day of Work Second Day of Work Final Fantasy 13 The Second Chance Didn't Last Long Lament About My Second Chance

A Quick Recaps To Be On The Same Page

In Announcement 1-6 and this Announcement, I have been pointing out I want to stop self-rushing myself all over the places.

Stress Out Situation Needed Attention

I have 2 Sony HandyCam (Camcorder). The CX12 model is a newer model and more portable. The older model I had that one more than 20 years. The battery for the older model have wear off to only very limited of battery life. This mean it cannot be portable.

My laptop don't have Internet connection and only have the older applications (programs). So, I could only capture video from the older model Camcorder to the laptop. As for the CX12, since it is portable. I could carry with me and use it for emergency.

Yesterday, January 15, 2025, the older model Camcorder have the following message on the screen: "P: 31:23" And flashing the eject tape symbol.

I'm already in stress about the no Feedback and no Follower. And, been setting goal to have a manageable schedule. So, I became stress out about what happen to that Camcorder.

I used the CX12 Camcorder and recorded myself by telling myself to not stress out.

Right now (today, January 16, 2025), I'm in the North Clairemont Public Library. I asked a librarian about Creative Writing Association and Book Club. She told me that at 11:30 AM, someone might know about the Creative Writing Association and Book Club.

A police officer woman seated some yards away from that librarian overhead me and that librarian talk. So, the police woman asked me why I wanted to look for Creative Writing Association and Book Club. So, I told her that I wanted to share the creative writing works I have done with someone. Such as Creative Writing Association and Book Club. Then, she told me about San Diego Reader Newspaper and Meetup.com social network website. And, she also handed me a San Diego Reader Newspaper. I accepted the Reader. Then, I quickly have a look at the Reader Newspaper and the Meetup.com website.

Like usual on Thursday (Today), there is a Story time and singing music inside the library. The program is every Thursday at 10:00 AM to 10:30 AM. There are stories, singing, socializing activity, and so on inside the library. In addition, there are many children with their parents, nannies, and guardians in general.

In one of the video where I speak in front of the Camcorder talking about my schedule. I was saying would it be too awkward if I talked with Jennifer who is inside that program telling the stories and singing songs? Because I came to the North Clairemont Public Library almost everyday. Even though, I didn't attended Jennifer's program, but Jennifer's program activities is just a few yards away from me. I'm at Public Library's Adult Computer #1.

Jennifer's program have so many people attended during every meet on Thursday. The articles I have been posting up have no Feedback and no Follower. That is why I'm asking that question about have a talk with Jennifer.

I have been in the library since opening at 9:30 AM. At this very moment as I'm typing down the time. It is 11:40 AM.

Sad And Lonely Self-Criticism

At around 9:30 AM, that librarian told me a person might show up at 11:30 AM that knows about Creative Writing Association and Book Club.

I just need to hear that there are acknowledgment of Creative Writing Association and Book Club. Because earlier in the CX12 Camcorder video, I was saying I was hoping that someone might said something I wanted to hear, so I don't feel so stress out about my situation.

Anyway, I didn't purposely wanted to self-criticized myself as sad and lonely. This mean I probably want to deny that I'm sad and lonely. Because of this denial, I usually don't look at anyone. Unless, I made contact with that person. Example: Like this morning, I looked at that librarian and police woman.

This mean I don't know how that librarian or police woman look like if I didn't look at them. The same with all the people I didn't look at. So, it is not just the sad and lonely denial. The denial could becomes not looking at the people in my surrounding.

Furthermore, Jennifer been in the same library I have been in on every Thursday. I could hear her telling the stories and singing the songs in the Story Time program. In addition, the talks she had with the librarians. But, I don't know how she look like.

As for me, since the laws on wearing face mask started some years ago. I have been wearing face mask when I'm going outside of my house. This mean people don't know how I look like also.

Management Brainstorm For My Situation

Being stress out demanding me to step up on my management. This management step up is equivalent to I'm self-rushing myself to hurry and jump into activities.

I want to defend myself with being stress out and self-rush would make me run to problems. In addition, on 2012 I created the PTTS to prepare myself to be in stress out situation. In summary, I think both sides should have a step back on this collision. Both sides mean my side and the opposing side.

My side would argue that No Feedback and No Follower could be argued as people don't know about me. This mean who know that I created PTTS on 2012? This mean my situation is I'm stress out. I have to self-rush. And, I have to point out my whole history each time I have to says something. It is possible for me to do that? Example: Can I be stress out and at the same time self-rush myself and point out my whole history?

Group1: The moment the infant is born that infant already know the world is filled with pain and suffering. So, the infant started crying on the moment that infant is born into the world. That infant whole life is wishing that he or she have discipline enough to able to accept the pressures.

Group2: Since the moment the people in Group2 is born, they already been putting pressures on people. Example: Do anything to put pressure on people.

Being upset at myself and self-criticizing myself for not being in Group1 or Group2. Not going to make my situation get better.

So, I'm taking a step back and I will list out my management brainstorm for my situation:

I have 2 years of high school journalism as a reporter from 2002-2003.

I have 4 years of president position of Mesa Multimedia Club from 2008-2011.

Months after my presidency ended, I created the PTTS on 2012.

I will update my DVD film collection by listing each titles. Also, the titles that I have wrote film synopsis on.

I will update my Video Game collection by listing each titles. Also, the titles that I made video walkthroughs and strategy guide maps on.

As for being an animator and TM Game Tournament history, I felt there are a lot of discouragement about them. Cons: The discouragement could get worse without feedback and follower. Pros: If things work out for a person and their dreams come true. Then, the animator's stories could be made into a theme park or come to life in films. As for the TM Game Tournament, a player could be celebrated in the parades for being a champion.

Because of the Pros and Cons, I have concerns/worries about the creative writing works I have done. And, my TM Game tournament history. It is hard for a person to point out the following: I should have deny being an animator and being part of the TM Game tournament by claiming that they don't exist. Or, I should have stay away from them.

My Reasons On Being An Animator

Discouragement: Would people hear me out on my reasons on being an animator?

I vibe that if I have that Discouragement above, then I should stay away from being an animator. In other words, if I stay away from being an animator, then I don't have to says that people not going to hear me out on my reasons on being an animator.

I got hammer a lot that fictional stories and fictional characters are mental illness/disorder. Animator are people who social awkward and lost touch with reality.

I have a lot of discouragement on being an animator.

Overwhelmed By Conspiracies: Having #1 and #2 in my life, being an animator was a tough struggle. For some reasons, I beat the odds and I made people forgot that I was an animator.

I would defend myself with the following: Because of #1, #2, and Overwhelmed By Conspiracies, people might hear me out on my reasons on being an animator.

Even if people might hear me out on my reasons on being an animator. I still have to make the following decision:

Going Over the Painstaking Memories Again: I have went through a tough struggle to left the painstaking memories behind and move on with my life. Telling people my reasons on being an animator is equivalent to bringing up those painstaking memories.

Second Chance: I have went on a pilgrimage and start a new life at a new world.

I would defend myself with the following: What happen if Second Chance is not an option? Example: The past events of my life have revealed. People know that I use to be an animator.

Making Risks: It is not that simply to left behind the painstaking memories.

Not On the Same Page: What happen if the situation got confused? The confusion is I still haven't got pass would people hear me on my reasons on being an animator? If I'm not on the same page with the people could lead to I made those risks for nothing.

This mean telling my reasons on being an animator require me to take risks. And, require the people to be on the same page with me.

Today, I will talk about my reasons on return to being an animator. Example: Did I beat the odds and pull through Overwhelmed By Conspiracies?

Double Dilemma: Double Dilemma is a period of time that started at around Winter 2011. In this period of time, I have the most conflicts in my life. Also, those accumulated conflicts happen so fast and within the same months. So, it felt like those accumulated conflicts all happen at the same time.

On Winter 2014, I have made my discipline and hardship as the following: It is the thoughts of beating the Double Dilemma in my life is my downfall. Downfall mean letting the Double Dilemma beat me.

By Winter 2014, I no longer continue with the Ebay Auction Store and Half Auction Store. Ebay and Half Online stores are convenient, affordable, and not a lot of risks. You could also add more securities by paying a small fee. In summary, those Online stores are affordable and safe. Before I closed those Online stores and my Ebay account, I spend most of my time shipping out the inventories on every Winter Holidays. This is the time of the year, I have a lot of transactions and a lot of items to ship out.

Even though, during those Winter Holidays, each time I go to the Post Officer to ship out those packages. It is about 10-20 packages. So, it might seem like a lot of packages. But, I usually came upon seller(s) who have cart(s) of packages. Each cart could carry about 50-70 Packages. This mean to me, I felt like I didn't caught any attention with only 10-20 packages. But, I think people have noticed me.

After I closed my Online stores and Ebay account. I made some last transactions using the Craigslist account. Some transactions. During those Craigslist transactions, I started to defend myself about discontinued the Online stores.

The following are the Online auctions and stores activities: Using illustration and texts to make the items stand out. Exchanging Emails with buyers. Sometime exchanging phone calls also. Inventories keeping. Wrapping up the packages. Driving my car to the Post Office to ship out the packages. To defend myself, I want to keep all those activities as the following: It is not really about the profits. More on cover up on being a failure to those safe Online stores.

One day, on Winter 2014, the heavy rains that been raining for almost a whole week. The rain got into my storage place. I would stop myself for being upset at myself. I would argued that I spend days of time wrapping up those packages. I don't even make any profits. It is like I'm giving out those items for free. The damage items from the rain save me time on the shipping and handling.

Instead of stress out about the rain damage the items. I got into a talk with my mother, Sok Nghim Hoi. I asked her how is she doing working at Marshalls department store. She changed the subject and told me that Marshalls co-workers ask about me and missed me. I pretended what she is saying is real and go along with her.

On 2009, I left Marshalls. I thought the co-workers might forgot about me or hated me for leaving.

I gave her a hug, because she comforted me that the co-workers missed me and asked about me. At the same time, I told her that her words are thoughtful.

The next day, I realize she was telling me the truth. Because she told me Marshalls wanted me back for the Winter 2014 Holiday rush.

My discipline and hardship about the Double Dilemma in my life made me couldn't picture I would have this opportunity. Even though, I'm given a Second Chance. If I failed my Second Chance I would be crushed. But, I was still very glad about having a Second Chance.

First Day of Work

I think the hiring manager (Human Resource) name is Lauren. Also, her name could have been Heather. She told me that since I already work at La Jolla Marshalls before. Such as I worked at La Jolla Marshalls from 2005-2009. I don't need to go through the training again. So, I just needed to sign the employment application and start working. Then, she told me that she have a hunch that I'm going to quit working without telling her.

I replied maybe because of what happen on 2009. Such as I left La Jolla Marshalls. I don't know if she could hear my next lines. Or, maybe I'm too nervous to says it because it is my Second Chance. "I went through a lot of discipline this time. The discipline should able me to give her 2 weeks of notice before I'm leaving." Even though, on 2009 I did gave the managers and co-workers weeks of notice before leaving.

I could tells I'm nervous about failing my Second Chance. Because I could barely pick up the pen to sign the application. I have to used my other hand to stop the hand that is holding the pen to not shake.

In summary, I think she look away, so I could sign the application without being nervous. Also, what she is saying is like Marshalls wanted me to stay. It is me who wanted to leave.

Michelle

Lauren walked with me outside of the employee room and out to the floor. The floor is another word for store. At the floor, Lauren introduced me to the floor manager. I think her name is Olga. Then, Lauren left me with Olga.

Olga walked with me to the cashier area. At the cashier area, she assigned a co-worker to train me. I think her name is Michelle. I didn't ask question. But, my interpretation is go where ever Michelle go. Basically, after Olga assigned Michelle to train me. Then, Olga left us to do our training.

The cash register operation didn't change much from before. So, Michelle didn't have to train me much on how to use the cash register. So, me and her is at the Men Department folding clothes and hanging up clothes.

Momentary, there is a long line at the cashier area, so me and her went to cashier area and help out with the long line. The line for the customers have changed. Before I left on 2009, the cashier area have a line for each cash register. The change is there is only 1 line for all the cash registers.

I think the following is my Second Chance conscience: My first day of work I could ring up customers faster than my trainer?

Even though, it is my first day of work, I felt that me and her able to work together as a team. More or less, it is my Second Chance. I have to step up a bit. Nevertheless, I'm glad she is with me the entire time. Just in case I have questions, because it is my first day of work.

Second Day of Work

On my second day of work. Olga told me my trainer, Michelle is not here. So, if I have question I could ask another co-worker. Her name is Karen. I think Karen is showing a lot of holiday spirit. Her clothing fashion that she wore have a lot of holiday spirit. Also, she gave very warm holiday greeting to the co-workers and customers. It is a coincidence that I sees those warm greetings? Or, she is giving those warm holiday greetings to make up for me who is second day of work?

A few weeks later, I overheard that Karen is leaving. So, I found an opportunity to thanked her for training me and for being so positive all the time. Before I missed out on my chance. I remember I was very glad I found that opportunity just hours before she left Marshalls. Nevertheless, she is so positive all the time. It is hard to tells if she wanted to leave or not.

Michelle, Priest, and Chris

Since Olga is the floor manager, so she assigned all the shifts (working hours) to all the employees working at the floor. Most of the time, she would assigned my shifts and Michelle's shifts to be working at the same day and during the same hours. One reason is so Michelle could train me, because she is my trainer.

Beside working with Michelle, I occasionally sees the co-workers, Priest and Chris. Because they often are together in the break room having talk. Also, they seem to have been working in Marshalls for awhile. So, to not misunderstand about their position, I wanted to ask them if they are managers/supervisors. But, I remember one time Chris told me that he is not a manager/supervisor.

Final Fantasy 13

On 2009, Chow recommended Final Fantasy 13 (FF13) Video Game to me. At the time, I don't have a PlayStation 3 (PS3) Video Game System to play FF13. On 2013, I purchased a PS3. But, on 2013 I wanted to defend myself with the following: The Double Dilemma in my life is more important than FF13. So, on 2013 I didn't play FF13 and only watched the FF13 walkthrough video. Also, I was wondering what are the copyright on adapting FF13 walkthrough video into a screenplay since I have memorized most of the lines from the main characters?

FF13 theme is dealing with fitting in the society. Since Chow recommended that for me. Mean she wanted me to able to fit in and be accepted in the society. As for Chow, no one wanted to point out setting goal on 1 person got accepted in the society. Also, the philosophy and politics of today could be different than the future. The following is me and Chow FF13 bond: At least one of us will be accepted in the society. And, live on for the rest of us.

So, I wanted to redeem myself. I been carrying the FF13 Strategy Guide with me to La Jolla Marshalls. While in the break room, I would flip through the pages of the guide pretend I'm reading it. Mixing playing the FF13 Video Game and watching the FF13 Walkthrough Video could lead to confusion.

Then, one day, Priest told me he lined up weeks of time for the Pre-Release event of FF13. My thoughts are it would have been something if I was a FF13 fan. Also, it is very rare that people recommended thing for me. I do wanted to incorporated FF13 in my life. But, I have just went through the Double Dilemma in my life. I just given a Second Chance.

In summary, I didn't wanted to disappointed Priest by telling him that I didn't attended those FF13 events that he is talking about. I think I told him the following: My break is about to be over. I have to get back to work.

Priest wearing the Santa Claus costume during the winter holidays. Like Karen, he is showing a lot of holiday spirit. It is just so coincidence he is wearing Santa Claus costume and have the name, Priest?

The Second Chance Didn't Last Long

One side would argue that me and Michelle have been working together, it is okay we take our break together or grab something to eat together?

Another side would argue haven't I learn from the Double Dilemma in my life? Why I jeopardizing my Second Chance by taking my break together with Michelle?

I would argue it have nothing to do with Michelle. It is more like people have found out I have started working in La Jolla Marshalls. At the same time, I recalled what Lauren told me, "I'm going to quit working without telling her." The way I sees it I'm so caught up with the problems in my life, I got in a car accident in the freeway and pass away. Then, it is like quitting without telling her. So, is she a psychic who could foresees the future?

I made an appointment with Lauren to have talk about working in Marshalls. In the talk, I told her that would it be better if I leave Marshalls before I'm forced to leave Marshalls? She answered, what if I switched you to working in the back room instead of the floor? First, she looked away when I'm signing the application. Now, she is switching me to the back room, so I could continue working in Marshalls.

I think I told her that I appreciated that she have went through so much troubles having me in Marshalls. And, she don't have to continues going through the troubles to keep me in Marshalls. She replied just give the back room some time. If you still want to leave Marshalls. Then, I would understand.

I still remember Karen's warm greetings as she left Marshalls. Why my leaving of Marshalls have to be filled with sadness?

In summary, I don't know how to handle leaving Marshalls. So, I just leave Marshalls before I'm being forced to leave Marshalls. But, I gave the back room shifts 1-2 days of time and left Marshalls without saying goodbye to the co-workers.

Lament About My Second Chance

The Second Chance lament won't leave me alone. It is getting on the way of my daily activities. Example1: Marshalls gave me warm welcomes, provided me a comfort zone so I don't feel like being alone, and trained me to stand back up on my feet. As for me, I just left Marshalls without saying goodbye to the co-workers. Example2: The Second Chance of working in Marshalls is like return to the palace. Lifted up so high, what if I fell down?

I would argue that I can't face the following: What if I return to Marshalls and the co-workers still gave me those warm welcomes and provided me a comfort zone so I don't have to feel like being alone? How bad it is to just stop by Marshalls and greeted those co-workers?

As my tormented thoughts continue, the Second Chance lament started creating problems in my life.

One day, in the midst of my tormented thoughts, I decided to drive to my childhood neighborhood, Pacific Beach (PB). PB is where I grew up. As I was driving around in PB, I decided to parked my car close to my childhood school, Crown Point Elementary School (CPES). Coincidentally, behind my car, I saw Michelle in her car. Am I seeing thing, or is that really Michelle? Or, it is because I left Marshalls without saying goodbye to the co-workers?

I interpreted seeing Michelle again as the following: Michelle stop by to have one more look at me and I didn't stop by Marshalls to have one more look at her.

At the rate of my tormented thoughts are going I felt like I'm going to do something I'm going to regret for the rest of my life. I decided to kill myself and make it look like an accident. The following is how I'm going to create that accident:

I would drive in high-speed in the freeway fastest lane. Like a suicidal stun.

I would remove the brakes from my bicycle and ride down the road of the very sloped hill. Like a suicidal stun.

I would do the dangerous obstacle course at night time. The darkness from the night time make it hard for me to see, so accident could happen. Like a suicidal stun.

After I went through #1-3 multiple times and there were no accident. I started to sees the following: The epic proportion and science-fiction battles in FF13 would drown #1-3. Yet, I carried the FF13 Strategy Guide each time with me to Marshalls, and I would flipped through the pages of that guide in the break room.

Because FF13 have drown so many people, no one going pity FF13. In other words, I could continue with #1-3 and I still won't have pity. That is how I decided to return back to be an animator.

Tormented Thought1: What if I could still continues working in Marshalls? What if I could go back to the first few days of working in Marshalls?

Tormented Thought2: I'm so caught up with my Second Chance. I carried FF13 Strategy Guide instead of talking to the Marshalls co-workers. In a way, it is like I traded FF13 (Science-Fiction world) for Marshalls (real world). What have FF13 done for me? Why I hurt Marshalls by hiding myself in FF13?

In summary, #1-3 could be self-criticized as I'm throwing my life away. I'm tormented by my thoughts. I'm tormented by being an animator.

Sharing Creative Writing Works To the World

I'm going to take a step back from all the tormenting by seeing the following: There are people out there who could relate to what I'm going thought. A chance to share my works as an animator to the world could stop the tormenting in my life.

The reason I'm planning to share my works is because I think there are people out there who would leave me feedbacks. Follow my writing. And/Or, provided me with supports. At the same time, I vibe that No Feedback and No Follower mean that I don't have to deal with self-criticism and criticism.

I apologized if I confused anyone that the stories I wrote is like FF13 events with million of people waiting in line.

With all the problems in my life. Self-rush. Rushing all over the places. It is hard for people to see that I have time to write creative writing stories. Also, people would see that even if I have time to write those stories it would be very sloppy works that lack refinement. The very sloppy works would lead to I'm humiliating myself.

At the beginning of writing Announcment 07 Part 03 and "My Reasons For Being An Animator", I brainstormed a lot of questions that people might wanted to ask me about the works I have done. But, now I wanted to keep it at: Please leave me feedbacks.

I created Arowra Series Book covers for book1-4. Would I makes changes to those covers? My answer is first thing first. Please leave me feedbacks.

In Book 5, Chapter 1, I wrote about making suicidal stuns to look like an accidental death like I wrote in "Lament About My Second Chance" above. Arowra is fictional stories. Would it be too confusing, if I added real life events such as NonFiction into Arowra? My answer is I'm going post up Book 5, Chapter 1. Please leave me feedbacks.

Making a person tragic life into a work of art. Is a person living in tragedy mean that person is living a sloppy life? So, is tragic stories mean sloppy works? Vice-versa, there are masterful animators who could write a tragic story and that tragic story became a masterpiece. I'm going post up Book 5, Chapter 5. In this chapter, I narrated the protagonist, Rengart II Rayhart's life as living in nightmare. And, Rengart II described that the problems in his life is like a tragic life.

Looking at the 2 chapters and 4 covers, people could see an example of the works I have done. Please leave me feedbacks.

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lesbianhowoo · 3 months ago

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#im so happy that was honestly hell #first ticketmaster france wouldnt accept any of our cards #and then my friend finally managed to get us 3 cat 1 seats together #then i was 50k behind in the queue for d1 london #waited over an hour while all my other friends got tickets and i was still queueing #and then they announced d2 #so i stayed in the d1 queue and loads of people dropped out so i finally managed to get vip standing to be with my friend #and then she got through into d2 and managed to get us 2 seated vip tickets #im so excited i've stanned them for 5 years and i finally get to go to their tour

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chuluoyi · 2 months ago

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𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑

- xavier x reader

a new friendly colleague has joined your team, but your boyfriend is convinced he is up to no good... and that's why xavier is determined to show it that you are his

genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—jealousy, fluff explicit smut: slightly rough sex, fingering, doggy style, based on xavier's card misty silhouette

note: skxmskcjsf bye don't look at me. this fanart and xavier's card messed me up :') this banner is so unhealthy for me i swear </3

Xavier knew he wasn’t the most patient person.

But even patience, he thought, has limits. And he had been patient and reasonable for a week, to be precise.

It all started ever since that damned new recruit entered his team. He didn't know why, but he kept coming to you for everything—directions, advice, even trivial nonsense like lunch recommendations. It was almost as if on purpose.

This afternoon was no different. Xavier had been looking forward to having lunch with you—just the two of you. You’d promised him, after all.

And yet—

“There was this one time I got trapped inside the N109 Zone—”

“N109 Zone!?”

“Yes!”

“Really?! What did you do then?”

“Hmm, so at first, I was in total panic, but then—”

For the past 15 minutes, your lunch break had been taken over by recounting your tales of valor as a hunter to the new recruit. Nearby, Xavier sat in brooding silence, scathingly sparing him a glance. The slight frown on his face said it all—blatant disinterest and a touch of irritation.

And you too... why are you engaging him so enthusiastically?

Then again, given his age, Xavier knew he had to be mature about this. He tried, really. If it had been someone like Jeremiah, he might have let it slide.

But there was just something about this new recruit—Sean, was it?—that rubbed him the wrong way.

“Whoa, you're so cool, Miss Y/N!” Sean exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “Not only are you pretty and talented, but you're also incredibly skilled! What do you even lack, eh?”

“Really, it's not that much,” you giggled, brushing him off. The way you got sheepish only made Xavier’s annoyance flare even further.

“Let me guess— a boyfriend!”

So that’s what it was. Now Xavier understood what about Sean that set him off. The entire time you’d been talking, he had been giving you those googly eyes.

He didn't like it one bit. He looked ridiculous while doing it.

Despite being silent as a mouse all the way, before he could stop himself, he blurted, “She has a boyfriend already.”

You turned to him in surprise, clearly not expecting him to announce it so bluntly.

“Oh...? Xavier, you know who her boyfriend is...?” Sean turned to him with curiosity.

He noticed it. How his expression fell ever so slightly upon he told him that you were already taken. Xavier huffed and stuffed his mouth with his ramen.

“Yeah. Her boyfriend lives next door.”

Technically, he lived upstairs, but the detail didn’t matter. He just needed to make his point known.

And somehow, for the rest of the day, the new recruit finally seemed to develop some sense—at least enough to stop hovering around you so frequently. Particularly when Xavier was nearby.

“Xavier... why did you tell him that?”

You fell into step beside your quiet boyfriend as the two of you headed home that evening, tilting your head as you replayed the events of the afternoon.

Xavier gave you a brief glance before looking straight ahead again, ignoring your question.

You observed him. There it was again—that gray cloud hovering over him. It always seemed to appear when he was in a bad mood.

Puckering your lips, you pressed further. “We haven’t even told anybody else about our relationship... And what you did there—you’re literally telling him we’re dating.”

“So what?” he shot back, his tone sharper than usual. “Are you afraid people might find out we are? Or—”

Xavier abruptly stopped in his tracks, turning to face you. His usually vibrant blue eyes darkened, piercing into yours with a sharp gleam. “Are you afraid he will find out?”

There was something in his gaze that held you captive—that made your silly heart skip a beat.

“N-no...” you looked away, swallowing the heat that were about to take over your face. Why does Xavier look kind of... hot like that...?

Your cheeks warmed regardless, but you had to appease him. “Like I told you before, I just thought it’d be easier if this stays our little secret. It’s less of a bother if they don’t know…”

Reaching for his hand, you gave it a reassuring squeeze and flashed him a soft smile. “Besides, why would I be afraid if he knows? My boyfriend is cool, handsome, and the best hunter there is.”

You watched as Xavier's expression softened, the tension melting away. A faint blush crept up his cheeks too, and the gray cloud that had loomed over him finally disappeared. He squeezed your hand in return, looking away as if to hide the way he got bashful.

Adorable. For all his brooding, your boyfriend was surprisingly easy to soothe.

For the rest of the walk back to your apartment, you two remained hand-in-hand, the tension of the afternoon slipping away with each step.

. . .

You were staying over at Xavier's place tonight. After a relaxing bath and a hearty dinner, the two of you found yourselves standing side by side in the kitchen, doing the dishes together.

It was mundane things like this that Xavier considered his favorite routine to do with you. Just as you handed him the last plate to dry, you spoke up, your voice breaking the quiet hum of contentment—

“Xavier, can I ask you something?”

“Hmm?”

“I was just thinking... Sean seems nice and friendly, but from what I’ve seen, you seem kind of... unwelcoming— almost hostile even towards him.”

At your words, a frown etched itself onto Xavier’s forehead as he turned to face you fully. You seemed so oblivious, standing there with a look of genuine curiosity.

“Do you really not know?” he questioned you incredulously.

You blinked. “Know what?”

Damn it. Xavier sighed and put down the dish he was holding, but the words faltered on his tongue as a sour expression crossed his face. “No matter,” he muttered under his breath.

He took a deliberate step closer, his movements slow and heavy, and you instinctively backed away—

“So,” he said, his voice low, his blue eyes boring into yours as he took one hot step forward after another, “while Sean is nice and friendly, I’m hostile and unwelcoming, huh?”

—only to find yourself pressed against the window, unable to retreat further.

He stood in front of you now, his arms caging you in, creating a barrier that sealed off any chance of escape.

Uh-oh. Apparently, you had flipped that switch—

The air between you grew thick, and you could feel your pulse quicken under the weight of his gaze. “That’s not what I'm getting at—”

“He’s been eyeing you all day, following you around... getting lunches with you—”

In that moment, your phone erupted to life, its ringtone cutting through the tension. It sat on the small table near the windowsill, and Xavier gave it a quick glance, his expression darkening upon seeing Sean's name flash on the screen.

“Oh?” His voice dropped lower, a dangerous glint flickering in his eyes. “He’s now calling you at nights too?”

“No!” you quickly refuted, your words tumbling out almost too fast. “Xavier, don’t get the wrong idea—”

He tilted your jaw to face him, holding your spooked gaze. “Then what idea am I supposed to be getting when he’s so blatantly pursuing you and you don't even do anything about it?”

The plot twist is... you know. Of course you knew it when a guy was trying to make a move on you, you just pretended not to notice it because it was easier that way. You didn’t know which devil had planted this rotten idea in your head that made you want to push Xavier to the edge, just to see how he'd react when he held nothing back—

The call tonight was a coincidence though, but definitely fueled your lover's ire even more. It was a dangerous game, but now that you’d crossed this line, you couldn't go back any longer.

Your lips curled into a bewitching smile then, and your boyfriend was almost mystified. "So, what will you do to me?"

Xavier looked at you with slightly widened eyes, not expecting your boldness at all. But then he grimaced, as at the same time, the irritation in his veins suddenly flared up—

With a swift, fluid motion, he turned you that you faced the window, his right arm wrapping around your waist from behind as he pressed his body against yours—his hardness pressing, almost poking you.

“You’re so clueless,” he growled into your ear before going after your neck, sucking hard and fast. His hips began to grind against you, pressing harder with each movement. “Too damn clueless...!”

His fingers that gripped your belly moved then, slipping inside your frisky nightgown to finger you— and you lost all your wits in that instant. “Ah-h—!”

Two of his fingers pumped in and out of you, dragging them almost rashly, and it took everything in you to stay upright. "X-Xavier!"

“Mmph,” he breathed against the skin of your neck, his other arm pressing you against him tighter, simultaneously squeezing your breasts. "You asked for it."

Your thighs were trembling in no time, and your breaths came in shaky moans. Your boyfriend was not exactly gentle, but this is probably the first time in a while that he was being rough without reservations. While you wanted to protest, it felt too good—

He turned your face towards him then, crashing his lips on yours.

It almost felt like you were punished, but you couldn't do anything about it. The tension in your lower belly was steadily building, ready to snap at any moment, and the way his fingers relentlessly hitting that one unforgivable spot was starting to made you dizzy.

"Ah—ngh!" You finally shuddered when you reached your climax. It was freeing when you felt yourself burst on his fingers, the release smearing your thighs.

And right then your knees buckled—

But Xavier immediately got a secure hold over you, lifting your body effortlessly into his arms, one hand supporting your knees, the other cradling your back. Through your teary eyes, you met his gaze once more. His expression was unreadable, a dark haze of disapproval clouding his features.

“I’m not done yet.”

He brought you over to his bed, gently lying you down despite the roughness of his voice. He parted your legs, getting himself between them—

Ring! Ring!

The shrill sound of your phone pierced the coolness of the room, and you almost jolted.

But your lover... the sound was like a spell to him, only intensifying his irritation as his features twisted with frustration, and you knew that he was about to take it on you.

As if changing his mind, Xavier suddenly flipped you over that you laid on your stomach and straddled you from behind. He quickly turned your head to face him and claimed your lips in a deep, urgent kiss.

“Mm, hmmp—!” The ringtone of your phone blared in the background, a jarring sound that wasn't pleasant at the slightest. It wasn’t until it finally stopped that he pulled away from the kiss.

You were gasping for breath, your chest heaving, and a stray tear slipped from your eyes. Xavier stared at you, and gently wiped it away with his thumb.

Flushed, sweaty, tearful... you looked so enchanting in his eyes in that moment. He almost felt bad that he had manhandled you this roughly.

Almost.

His hands gripped your waist, and he paused, his gaze locked with yours, silently seeking your approval— or more like, commanding you to give it to him.

In response, you arched your back— a silent affirmation, bracing yourself.

From then on, he was no longer holding back. He tugged your panties down and let his throbbing member out of his pants. It was laughable how insatiable he was— both of you were still clothed, save for his unbuttoned shirt, but he was already this aroused and hard.

He nudged forward, his tip breaching your entrance. The feeling of that familiar stretch left you keeling, babbles and whimpers falling from your lips as he slowly eased into you.

It was hard to take him in fully, and you were a mess of breathy gasps the moment you did. But you were in for the main ride when he started ramming into you, pushing in and out of you in a merciless pace.

"Ah... Xavier!" you panted between thrusts, feeling how it started to be too much for you the more he went on. "Ahh, hrah!"

Behind you, Xavier groaned in reply, his lips sucking your shoulder as his hips quickened, striving to bring you to the peak faster. One of his large hands dug into the skin of your stomach, urging your back to arch more, while the other clasped yours, fingers entwined in the sheets.

He watched intently as your face twisted and contorted in ecstasy, a surge of pride swelling within him, greater than he thought possible.

It was mind-blowing, slightly forceful, and your senses were all heightened. The harsh pace drew cries from your lips, your tears falling to the sheets, yet the pleasure also catapulted you into the stars—

The sinful delight of having him so deep within you.

The sinful rapture of being thrusted over and over.

“Ahhh!” And then, all at once, it was as if heaven and hell collided in a cataclysmic burst. Everything inside you shattered as you cried out—a scream morphing into a high-pitched gasp—as the two of you reached the climax together. Your body trembled uncontrollably, your walls clasped around him impossibly tight as Xavier filled you with everything that he had in one shot.

You collapsed against the sheets like a ragdoll, the pressure finally easing from your sore spine.

“Hello? Yes, it’s Xavier...”

The morning after. You stirred awake, your mind still foggy with sleep, as muffled voices filtered in from outside the bedroom.

“I have to take an urgent leave today...”

You were still utterly drained, your body heavy and unwilling to move. Instinctively, your hand reached out to your side, searching for your lover, but the spot was empty.

“Yes. Y/N too. She isn’t well today... We will be back tomorrow...”

You let out a soft, tired whine, your voice plaintive, as you lay sprawled across the bed, wishing for his warmth to return. Honestly, everything was still sore, and you were this close to tears again.

The door then opened with a creak not long after, and you let out a whimper, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Are you awake...?” Xavier's voice was soft, almost hesitant, as he stepped closer to the bed.

You blinked up at him, your vision still blurry. He was already dressed, his crisp appearance in stark contrast to your disheveled state. In his hand, he held a small plastic bag.

“What’s that...?” you mumbled, your voice hoarse as you struggled to prop yourself up, curiosity flickering through your tired gaze.

“Don’t get up too quickly,” Xavier murmured, his hands steady as he caught you mid-movement. He guided you back down and tucked the blankets snugly around you, his touch gentle yet firm. “Just rest for now.”

A low hum of contentment escaped you as you leaned into his touch. Your bleary eyes focused solely on him, and despite himself, Xavier found a smile tugging at his lips.

“I just went to the drugstore downstairs to get you some painkillers,” he explained, lifting the small plastic bag slightly. “Take them after you’ve had some breakfast later.”

He then fixed you a bashful grimace, looking down. “Sorry for... uh, last night... I think I’ve pushed you too far.”

His fingers reached out, brushing gently against your cheek. The same fingers that had driven you to the brink of madness the night before now so tender against your skin. “You were crying,” he murmured, guilt lacing his voice. “I feel bad.”

“Mm-hm, so that’s what happens when you don’t hold back at all,” you snickered softly, the corners of your mouth curving despite the lingering ache in your body.

Xavier shifted his gaze away, his confidence faltering. “Will you... hate me for it?”

It was hard to contain your smile from breaking out into a grin. Your boyfriend, a ferocious wolf in a sheep’s clothing, had no need for this shy charade when he had railed you that hard last night.

“No, but you’re going to have to make it up to me. I can’t even walk now.”

Xavier blinked before he patted your head. “Yeah, I’ll fulfill any of your wishes,” he sighed in relief, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice. “So, what is it?”

You paused for a moment, then with a mischievous glint in your eye, you said, “Take me to the bathroom? I want to have a shower first.”

And, of course, he obliged. With a effortless motion, Xavier scooped you up into a princess carry, holding you close. His arms cradled you with care, and you rested against his chest, the warmth of his embrace offering a sense of security.

Just like that, you spent the rest of the day as lovers, sleeping in with careless abandon, unburdened by your duties.

Epilogue

Later in the afternoon, you were once again deep in a sleep as Xavier cuddled you close, when suddenly the doorbell of his apartment rang incessantly.

Frowning, Xavier carefully eased himself out of bed, making sure not to disturb your slumber. He moved quietly towards the door, and when he saw the intercom, his frown worsened.

Sean, the newbie, was at his doorstep. He had half a mind to ignore him, but after a beat, he decided to open the door.

“What do you want?” his voice sharp with annoyance.

“Oh, Xavier!” The guy was stunned for a moment as his eyes lingered on Xavier’s chiseled abs, exposed through the his unbuttoned shirt. “O-oh, so... I’ve been trying to ring the doorbell to Y/N's apartment to give her a fruit basket to wish her a fast recovery, but she’s not answering—” he hastily explained, gesturing toward the basket in his hand. “Can you reach her—?”

Xavier felt like popping a vein at how meddlesome this guy was. Was this guy an idiot? Didn’t he realize by now that he was your next-door boyfriend?

Nevermind. The hard way it is.

“She’s with me.”

“H-huh?”

He shot him a pointed look. “Don't think you’ll have a chance with her, newbie.”

And with that, he shut the door in his face.

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♡ after receiving sex dice as a gag gift from your girlfriends, courtesy of your early galentine’s day party, you decide to bring them into the bedroom and rafe is surprisingly on board..

warnings: sex dice lol, established relationship, flirty banter, laughing during sex, oral sex (m. & f. receiving), unprotected sex, so many descriptions of positions please bare with me, slight degradation, praise, rafe’s d game is a1 (!!!), marathon sex (?), overstimulation, crying, squirting, multiple orgasms, cream pie

a/n: now presenting… ‘ROLL THE DICE!’ 🤍 i felt like i was at war while trying to explain these positions in clear detail lol, just know i tried my best!

link: VALENTINE’S DAY CELEBRATION ໒꒰ྀི｡- ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

wc: 2.4k

rafe had been eyeing the pink gift bag you brought back from your best friend’s house, his curiosity only growing when you refused to let him see what was inside. “just let me see! what is it? girl stuff?” you laughed, taking the bag in your hands. “you could say that..” your teasing tone was torturing him, the anticipation making rafe groan. “come on!” he finally reached for the bag, snatching it at the same time you pulled, making everything in the flimsy gift bag fall onto your bed. “well, that’s great..” you whispered, watching as your boyfriend inspected the contents.

“pink condoms.. we don’t use those. chocolates, a face mask, a sephora gift card, some earrings, and.. hey, what’s in this red pouch?” your cheeks heated as he pulled on the drawstring, two pink dice falling into his hand. “oh.. babe, this is sex dice!” he laughed, glancing up at you incredulously as you hid your face in your hands. “it’s just a silly little gag gift, nothing more.” you waved it off, taking a seat next to him on your shared bed. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think it’d be fun to try out, but knowing rafe, you knew he wasn’t really one for games.

he studied them, flipping the many facets of the dice. “..i don’t know, they have some pretty good positions on here,” he shrugged, “what do you think?” your eyes shot up to meet his, a pang of excitement lighting up in your tummy. “r-really?!” you smiled, your boyfriend pulling you on top of his lap before he nodded. “yeah, look in that pouch for what the number dice means.” you obliged, taking the small folded up piece of paper that was the instructions. “oh, wow.. the number dice determines how many rounds we go.” rafe looked down at the small thing and laughed.

“it goes up to twelve,” your eyes widened as he handed you the acrylic piece, “go ahead and roll it.” you rolled onto your side, tossing the dice for both of you. “three.” rafe was starting to get excited now, his lips trailing along your neck as he gave you the dice with the positions on it. you two were easily doing more than that amount regularly. you giggled when his breath tickled your skin, your head moving to the side to allow him more access. rafe palmed you through your top, a moan leaving your lips as he ran his tongue along your flesh.

“roll the dice before i decide the positions for us.” he groaned, pressing a kiss to your jaw. sighing, you did as he said, reading the positions out loud for him. “the first one is..” you trailed off, “sixty-nine.” you laughed. rafe hummed approvingly, moving his gaze down to the comforter where you tossed the dice again. “next one is.. butterfly?” rafe mumbled a ‘we’ll look that up in a second.’ before you announced the last one. “which leaves us to do.. full nelson.” rafe might as well have jumped up and cheered by the way he excitedly shook you by your shoulders. “full nelson?! fuck, yeah!”

deciding it would be best to go in order of the dice, you and rafe found yourselves settling into your sheets, both of your clothes long gone as you turned your back to him, swinging a leg over his torso. rafe was shameless in staring at your glistening cunt, the sight of your wet folds making him take his bottom lip between teeth. “you’re so fucking pretty down here..” he marveled, taking the pads of his thumbs on both of your puffy lips before spreading them open, your needy clit revealing itself to him. you moaned, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock as he squeezed the globes of your ass.

you adjusted yourself a little bit so you were more comfortable, scooting up closer to rafe’s face as he groaned at the proximity. he was already hard just by looking at you up close like this. “can we start, baby? i need to taste you already.” you hummed sweetly, pressing a soft kiss to his tip. while you started off slow, rafe dove right in, wrapping his large arms around your thighs to keep you in place. you gasped when his tongue circled your sensitive bud, your hips bucking at the sudden intrusion. “that feels so good, rafe!” you whined, deciding to put your mouth to better use and finally wrap your lips around his aching length.

“fuck!” he cursed, his fingertips digging into your skin as your tongue worked him skillfully. you knew what drove rafe over the edge, you knew what made him lose his breath and what made his chest feel like it was going to cave in. “ah, shit, you’re so good at that.” his eyes threatened to roll to the back of his head when he felt himself hit the back of your throat. rafe landed a harsh smack to your ass, the stinging sensation making you whimper. swallowing around his cock, you waited until you had tears running down your cheeks before pulling off of him with a sharp intake for air.

rafe could just imagine how much of a mess you looked like right now. swollen lips, watery eyes, spit and precum dribbling down your chin.. fuck he was tempted to drag you back up just to admire your pretty face. “you’re driving me crazy.” he huffed out, sucking your clit into his mouth where his teeth very slightly grazed the sensitive bundle of nerves. “please don’t stop!” rafe had no intentions of doing so, your boyfriend’s bruising grip on your thighs making you unable to move away from him. rafe knew you were close to cumming whenever you tried to run away from it.

swirling your tongue around his throbbing head, rafe felt the familiar tension start to build up in the pit of his stomach. he continued lapping at your sweetness until you started bobbing your head up and down his length, basically fucking your face with his cock. the wet sounds mixed with your moans was about to make rafe paint your face, but he decided against it last minute. “stopstopstopstopstop,” he pinched your side, “wanna’ save my cum for when i fill up this perfect cunt.” despite wanting to make him finish anyways, you did as he said, mumbling a ‘okay, ray..’

in almost no time, your thighs were trembling around his head, your nails raking down his skin as waves of pure euphoria washed over you, your orgasm hitting you deep in your tummy. with the side of your face resting on his thigh, you whined helplessly as your hips moved on their own accord, your hand still languidly stroking his length. you were begging him at this point for him to slow down the work on your poor overstimulated clit, your pleas going through one ear and straight out the other. “please, no more— i can’t do it!” you shrieked. rafe’s chest filled with pride knowing you were most likely ‘fucked out’ already without actually getting fucked yet.

you were struggling to move as rafe didn’t slow down his movements on your clit, another rubber band in your tummy snapping as he made you cum again, back to back. you laid there, completely at his mercy as you convulsed in his arms, your mouth open in a silent moan while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. you felt like you had transcended into another dimension, your body simply floating away somewhere else. it wasn’t until you let out a choked sob that rafe gave you a final lick, his face shining with your succulence as he massaged your skin to bring you down from your high.

how, how were you supposed to go two more rounds after that? while you were laying there, your limbs feeling like jelly, rafe was googling the butterfly position and smirking to himself as he pulled up the visual. you had something else coming if you thought you were done for right now. rafe on the other hand was just getting started. gently rolling you over, rafe stood at the edge of your bed before yanking your ankles and securing your legs to his shoulders. you moaned when you felt his heavy cock sitting between your folds, your eyes meeting his as he pressed kisses to your ankles.

“you good?” he rested his hands in the crease where your thighs and your hips met, rubbing soothing circles there until you giggled softly. “not really..” rafe smiled, threading his fingers through yours. “tell me when you want to stop, baby, it’s all you.” you nodded, your eyes fluttering shut when you felt him teasing your clit with his tip. you loved how attentive rafe was. not only towards your wellbeing, but to the little things that made you whimper and squirm. “son of a bitch..” he cursed, slowly sliding into you with ease. your back arched off of the soft sheets, your eyebrows knitting together as he filled you to the hilt.

“fuck!” no matter how many times you and rafe had each other like this, the feeling of him filling you up and your velvety walls welcoming him in was unlike any other. rafe pulled out before thrusting back in with full force, his head rolling to the side as you cried out. you kept your eyes trained on his face, occasionally stealing glances at his toned stomach and biceps. he was truly a sight to see. your tits bounced with every thrust, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as his lower abdomen smacked the back of your thighs. “you’re doing so good for me,” he praised, “always so fuckin’ perfect.”

rafe picked up his pace, the force of his thrusts pushing you further up the bed until he had to pull you down to the edge again. you moaned as his cock continuously nudged that sweet spot inside of you, your legs now shaking around his head while he managed to get his fingers on your clit again. you were still so sensitive from your last orgasm, you couldn’t help but jolt at the hard circles being rubbed on your sensitive bud once again. rafe was so close, but he wanted to hold off from cumming for as long as possible, preferring to make you finish around him first instead.

“i can’t!” you gasped, “it hurts, rafe.” as soon as you said those words, he stopped. “yeah? it’s too much for you?” you nodded, your thighs shutting around his hand in response. he leaned down, keeping your legs on his shoulders as he kissed you sloppily. “would it make you feel better if we stopped?” you laughed, stroking the underside of his jaw with your finger. “do you hear me tapping out?” you shot back, “let’s try full nelson.” rafe has been waiting for this moment for a reallyyyy long time. the only reason why you two never got to it and made it a point to try it was unknown to him, but thank goodness for sex dice, right?

you didn’t have to tell him twice. he was already pulling you on top of him as soon as he got the okay. “i can’t believe this is happening.” you smiled as you lifted your legs, rafe wasting no time in bringing his arms up and over until his hands rested on the back of your neck, securing your thighs to your shoulders. your eyes widened slightly as you realized just how exposed and compromising this position was. your cunt was on full display, your folds threatening to open on their own as your head was forced to be faced down. “you alright?” rafe grunted, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“uh huh..” you sounded uneasy, a laugh falling from rafe’s lips as he adjusted himself to prod at your entrance. “don’t worry, i got you.” was the last thing he said before you watched him enter you agonizingly slow. your lips parted at the sight. rafe kept going until he bottomed out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. you swear you’ve never felt him this deep before, it was almost like he was in your tummy. “oh my god..” you whimpered, your eyes watering at how full you were. rafe was fighting every urge not to spill into you, his eyes screwing shut as he began a steady pace.

“shit, you’re wrapped around me so fuckin’ tight, m’not gonna last.” he said through gritted teeth. you were hiccuping and panting as he thrusted into you from below, the lewd sounds of skin meeting skin bouncing off of your bedroom walls. rafe angled his hips in a way that made you shriek, a knowing smile making its way to his lips as you now had tears streaming down your face. “i bet you look like a fucking mess right now.” he cursed, using one of his hands to snake down your side before giving your clit a small pinch. your head shot back while you looked up at the ceiling helplessly.

“r-rafe..” you were barely able to get his name out, your hands flying to hold onto his arm. you felt an unfamiliar pressure building up in the pit of your stomach as he continued rubbing your poor bud into your second orgasm of the night. “let it go go for me, ‘pretty, let me feel it.” you couldn’t even shut your thighs because of his strength forcing them open, a shaky breath emitting from your throat as your high ripped right through you, rendering you speechless almost immediately. rafe made sure to watch you intently, the sight of you unraveling making him follow suit.

it wasn’t until you felt a stream of wetness flow between your thighs that your eyes shot open in surprise. “did i just—” rafe let go of the grip he had on your neck and instead forced you to look up at him while he finally painted your walls with his seed. he was so turned on right now he couldn’t even think straight. rafe kissed you as his movements came to a stop, your thighs still trembling in his arms while he pulled out. he groaned when he felt you clench around him, both of you feeling absolutely spent. “i think i made a mess.” rafe laughed softly, nodding his head. “yeah? that makes two of us then.”

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