#and i do have the money so i might as well

[fastandcarlos]

Halfway Round The World For You : ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen

summary: as the two of you find long distance harder, max comes up with a solution that might just solve your problem of being so far away

A groan came from you as once again your call went unanswered, the beep of Max’s answerphone your usual greeting. You looked down at your watch again, sure that he would be awake as you quickly did the maths to figure out the current time difference between you both again. 

Whilst he was getting himself ready for the day, you were ready to see the end of it. As usual, there was one final thing that you needed to do before falling asleep, and that was to speak to Max and catch up. 

Mostly, he agreed to do it as it was his way of checking up on you. When you were so far away from him whilst he was racing, he worried about you. Were you resting? Eating? Not getting stressed at work? He never really knew the answer unless he called you and got to see for himself. 

As you were about to give up, your phone rang, making you jump. You glanced across, quickly picking up. “Hi love.” 

“Hi, I thought you were too busy for me today.” 

“Don’t be silly,” Max grinned, adjusting his phone so that you could see his face. 

Your smile turned up as you sat your phone down on your bedside table to free your hands up. As you glanced at Max though, his usual smile wasn’t there, replaced by a frown that had you worrying. 

“How’s everything going? Are you all ready for the race this weekend?” You quizzed, excited to see Max back behind the wheel for the start of the new season. 

His head nodded, with hardly any expression on his face. “The car is alright, but I’m not exactly confident.” 

His voice sounded dejected, the passion that Max usually spoke about work with had gone. He brushed his hand through his hair as he let go of a sigh which you just about managed to hear. 

“What’s going on Max?” You asked him, “and don’t say nothing, because I know you too well.” 

His heart sunk as his eyes met yours on the screen, noticing just how concerned you were. Although he was halfway around the world, you knew him like the back of your hand, picking up on all the signs that things weren’t right. 

“It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? I managed to spend most of the off season with you and I’m already missing you. I just know I’m probably not going to be able to spend any proper time with you again until summer break,” Max confessed. 

You smiled weakly as he spoke, “I’ll still come to most of your races Max, and when I can I’ll fly out to Monaco to see you, you know we always make it work.” 

“But I’m fed up of having to make it work, this isn’t how I want it to be forever, I’m so fed up of this long-distance thing.” 

You didn’t know what to say as Max’s eyes looked down from the phone, staring down at the ground. You could tell this was something that had been troubling Max for some time as he finally offloaded on you. You gave yourself a moment before responding, trying your best to figure out the right thing to say, not wanting to make Max feel any worse than he already did. 

“It’s not going to be like this forever.” 

Max wanted to believe you, but he just wasn’t sure. It had been two years of back and forth between you both, and it wasn’t getting any easier. If anything, Max found it harder, he wanted to spend more time with you, but he just couldn’t. 

“I wish you could be with me, permanently,” Max confessed. “It’s so strange how weird everything feels without you by my side. All the little things, like how we were constantly bumping into each other trying to move around your flat.” 

“I miss it too,” you assured, staring around your empty flat. “But you’ve got work, another world championship to win, and I don’t have the money to be able to fly out with you every weekend, or ever afford a place in Monaco.” 

Your words caught Max’s attention for a moment as he let go of a hum. You could tell by the way his eyes narrowed that Max was thinking about something, studying him closely as you tried to figure out what exactly was going through his head. 

Max knew that Monaco was an expensive place, and not somewhere that you wouldn’t be able to stay by himself, but that didn’t mean that it was somewhere that you could rule out, not completely anyway. 

“What about if we did something about that? What if Monaco wasn’t a place where you had to live all by yourself?” Max asked you, watching as you looked at him in confusion. 

“What are you trying to say Max?” You enquired. 

The way his smile turned up had you worrying, you knew that Max had plenty of crazy ideas, dreading to think what sort of master plan he had come up with this time. 

“I’m saying why don’t you move to Monaco, but come and stay with me. You spent most of the summer with me anyway, and work would allow you to stay there,” Max encouraged. “Even if I’m still racing, it means each time I’m home we can spend time together.” 

You went to speak, but your voice faltered, struggling to believe what you’d heard. “That’s a huge move,” you whispered, “Monaco isn’t exactly next door, it’s thousands of miles away.” 

“But it’s where I am love.” 

Your head nodded, you knew that Max had a point, but moving wasn’t an easy thing. There would be plenty of things that you’d have to leave behind, uncertain as to whether that was something that you could do. 

“It’s a huge thing Max.” 

“I know,” he frowned, worried that he had put his foot in it. “I’m not saying you need to make a decision now; I just thought it would be nice for us to be together properly. 

Max was beginning to regret his offer as he noticed the panic in your eyes. You didn’t know what you wanted, you loved your home, but you loved Max too. It was a huge sacrifice, and although you loved visiting Monaco, was it the place that you wanted to live forever? 

“You don’t need to agree, or disagree now,” Max insisted, “I’m not saying you’d have to move permanently either. But if you did move to Monaco, I’d help you every step of the way. Moving, sorting work out, finding things for you to do, I’d do whatever it took. The thought of having you there every morning though is like a dream.” 

Your hands ran through your hair, your heart racing as you overthought everything. Every possible situation, good and bad, suddenly seemed to rush through your mind as fast as a race car. 

“Can you just say something? Anything?” Max whimpered. 

Your eyes slowly flickered up to look at the screen again, your heart aching as you looked at Max, knowing that he was so far away from you. 

“I’d love to move to Monaco,” you told him, much to his relief. “It’s not going to be an easy move, but you’re right, we can’t carry on like this forever Max.” 

“Really? And you’re absolutely sure?” Max asked, wanting to double check. 

Your head nodded, sure in your heart that Monaco was the perfect place for you. “If it’s where you are, then it’s where I want to be too.” 

“You’ve got no idea how happy you’ve just made me,” Max chuckled, “I love you, I can’t wait to have you with me, to finally make my place a home for the both of us.” 

“I love you too, Max.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[icanseethefuture333]

PAC 18+: how to walk ‘em like a dog 🦮🎀🐆

“Back to the kitty, ‘cus she kinda pretty

Couldn’t stop lookin’ at her ti-ti-ti— face!

Me and cat mama rolled into the distant fog

Little did she know, I’m a nasty dog.”

Pile 1:

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Pussy Talk by City Girls ft. Doja Cat

Kehlani by Jordan Adetunji

The Zone by The Weeknd

Ten of Cups, Six of Cups, Five of Swords, Make An Altar, Chanting, Use Your Hands, Camera, Mirror, & The Grim Reaper

Hey pile,1 😝. The person who wishes for you to walk them like a dog admires you so much, they might even over romanticize you in their head, to them, you fulfill their fantasies. They think about you in different positions and wonder how your hands feel on them 😮‍💨. They get hard/wet just by the thought of you alone. I believe you show that to this person as well, you could tease them often or like to give them a show whenever you walk past them. “P*ssy talented it do cartwheels and he pay cus he like how that part feels, p*ssy give speeches, heart felt, say the p*ssy really talk like it Garfield (it do)” 😅 oh god, I think this person is obsessed with the sounds your bodies make during sex, they are heavily infatuated with you. “I like the way your body is, is that too obvious? Okay I like your confidence, oh that’s what good karma, like kehlani is, bad just like kehlani is.” This person desires to be fair in the bedroom, they want to cum with you, pile 1. This might be someone you’ve known since childhood, your first love, or an ex that you met when you were young. You could be playful and mischievous in the bedroom, but also like to take the lead. Switch vibes are prominent in this pile. You and your person like to give and take. You could be a brat and they want to be your brat tamer. If you follow each other, this person has been watching your stories on social media, I feel like you post risqué photos for them and wonder if it’s working 👀 trust me it has, cus they have been getting it off to your pictures in secret 🤫… This person definitely worships your body and your beauty.

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Pile 2:

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Goodies by Ciara ft. Petey Pablo

Slumber Party by Ashnikko ft. Princess Nokia

Bimbo Doll by Tila Tsoli ft. BJ Lips

King of Wands, King of Cups, Knight of Cups, Watch A Movie, Massage, Rest, Talking, Keys on a Ring, & Love Call

I love how hyper feminine my pile 2 is 🎀! You guys are so popular and have so many options in your dating life. People think that you are so cute but in a tempting way. Do you dress y2k, mcbling, or coquette? Whatever your style might be, people think it looks so hot on you. You could attract both girls and guys with your looks, especially older guys. “You may look at me and think that I’m just a young girl but I’m not just a young girl. Baby this is what I’m lookin for - sexy, independent, gotta spend it type for gettin his dough. I’m not being too dramatic that’s just how I gotta have it. I bet you want the goodies, bet you thought about it.” You know your worth and don’t settle for less, despite your sweet appearance you know you give people a run for their money. People even wish to give you their money. Are you a sugar baby? If not, you should become one, you’d be very successful. I have a feeling you have people wrapped around your pretty finger. Others desire to spoil you with gifts and money. Dare I say I see this pile being with both a woman and a man (maybe even at the same time?)👀. “Me and your girlfriend playin’ dress up in my house, I gave your girlfriend c*nnilingus on my couch. She cute, kawaii, hentai boobies that excite me. I think she really likes me, ask politely, can I - woo ooh ooh (slumber party).” Two people wish to initate things with you but you have total control over the situation. Your features really entice people, you could have doe eyes, big lips, nice boobs, and a cute butt. When you talk, this person(s) doesn’t know where to focus their eyes, they get so nervous around you and have to control themselves from getting too intense with the conversation. They also really wish to hear you dirty talk to them. Your voice is a a major turn on to this peoples, it’s giving phone sex operator level of skill lol. As I was typing “hear”, I accidentally spelled “head” so they definitely want to see your lips on their d*ck/p*ssy as well😚.

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Pile 3:

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Get On Your Knees by Nicki Minaj ft. Ariana Grande

Distraction by Kehlani

Rocket by Beyoncé

Eight of Pentacles, Seven of Wands (reversed), Nine of Cups, Sex, Abundance Planning, Deep Breathing, The Sword and The Rose, Not Today, & Clock

PHEW 😮‍💨 don’t hurt em now, pile 3. This is my dominant pile. You guys know how to take charge in the bedroom. This person wants to be at your mercy. I’m talking having you on top and riding them as hard as you can or them getting on their knees to beg at your feet. This person actually wants to be walked like a dog lol. They are very submissive and like pain. I feel like you know this as well 😂! You have so much control over them and they want you to know you run this relationship. I feel you and this person are already together or have a thing going on, if not I see things progressing sexually pretty fast. This might be a tinder date situation. “Get on your knees, get on your knees, baby just get on your knees. Say pretty please, pretty please, pretty please. Baby just say pretty please” you could like to use this person as a stress reliever. The sex would be slow and intense. “Do me a favor, pick me up, take me out later. Don't worry about no paper cus I got much stacked up for nights like this” I see that you’re a hard working person and don’t have time to be in a committed relationship but value trust, loyalty, and honesty. This person provides that safe space for you and allows you to express your flaws in peace. You don’t have to be perfect and fake a smile like you usually have to do in professional settings. I see that this person really wishes to be with you in a romantic way but doesn’t want to rush or force things on you if they know you have other responsibilities to tend to. It’s reminding me of Nani and David from Lilo & Stitch. David had a huge crush on Nani but due to her focusing on needing to be there for Lilo and being a provider, she didn’t have time to acknowledge his feelings until later she was settled in her career. I see that you are grateful towards this person and attracted to their emotional intelligence.

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Pile 4:

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Blah Blah Blah by Kesha ft. 3OH!3

Please me by Cardi B ft. Bruno Mars

Dip It Low by Christina Milian

The Chariot, Seven of Swords, Ten of Wands, Pleasure, Flow Like Water, Hydrate, Addiction, Date, & The Phoenix

Heyyy, pile 4 😉. I see that this person got you down bad lol but not to worry since the feeling is mutual. I feel that you came on to this person before they even did. You could be an extrovert while this person is an introvert. They’re very reserved and are careful with how they express themselves. You might flirt with this person while they’re on the job or when they’re focusing in class. They like to pretend they are disinterested in your advances to see how much you’re willing to keep going after them. It could stroke their ego a little bit knowing someone as “cute” as you likes them (I heard an emphasis on the word “cute”). You could be feeling confused on whether or not they like you back and it results in you feeling pouty about the situation. This connection could be relatively new but this person is wanting to explore how things go! This person could want to tease you a lot or perhaps even degrade 🫠. They might like to talk shit playfully just to get under your skin. For some reason I feel like this person likes to make you mad 💀 they can be really annoying. They like when you tell them to shut up or put them in their place. If you yelled at them even and kissed this person the next, they would live for that shit. They’re kinda toxic honestly 😂. “blah, bl-bl-blah, blah, blah. Coming out'cha mouth with'cha blah, blah, blah. Zip your lip like a padlock (Yeah) and meet me in the back with the Jack at the jukebox (back, back). I don't really care where you live at, just turn around, boy, let me hit that. Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat just show me where your d*ck’s at”. This person really enjoys your banter and despite being so hard on you they really only have a soft spot for you, I heard “that’s my baby” 🥹☺️. Pile 4, you must have a great ass as well 🍑. This person looks at your physique when you’re not looking, they really want to know what it feels like to have your body pressed against them. “Please me, baby. Turn around and just tease me, baby. You know what I want and what I need, baby. (Let me hear you say) Please” this person’s energy is honestly all over the place 💀 they’re just so horny lol. This person wants you *london accent* BAD, man.

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Pile 5:

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Lolly by Maejor ft. Justin Bieber & Juicy J

Walk Like This by FLO

Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado ft. Timbaland

Seven of Pentacles, Page of Cups, The Star (reversed), Plan A Meal, Nourish Your Temple, Music, Love, Passion, & Photograph

Ooo wee, pile 5🫣🤭, when I say this person has a biiiiig 📦 for you. This person has very masculine energy, almost giving fuckboy/frat guy vibes 😂. They could be very fit and muscular with a nice smile, they know they’re fine and attract a lot of people towards them. There could be a height difference between you and this person. Their attraction to you is because of the stereotypical phrase “idk you’re just different”. They don’t have the exact reasons why they’re into you but they do like your creativity, mannerisms, and shy demeanor. This person could have a corruption kink 💀. They could want to see you break out of that good girl / good boy routine and try something new and risky. You and this person know of each other but don’t seem to be very close, perhaps they are in your friend circle or you guys are just acquaintances. They often have dirty thoughts of you giving them head and seeing how much you can take of them. This person could wine and dine you first before wanting to go down on you. “Order what you want, girl, it ain't no problem. I'ma tell the waitress that my baby need a bottle. Order what you want, said it ain't no problem. Got a piece of candy and it's all for you. She say she love my lolly. She wanna make it pop. She say she love my lolly. She wanna kiss the top”. They like sex that’s really rough and nasty, if it’s not messy and loud they’re not into it 😭. I see that they’re into positions like 69, cowgirl, and missionary. They’re big on seeing your face during sex, they get really cheeky about the good work they’re doing and would want to pin your hands down so you can beg for more. I do see jewelry and this person wearing chains🙂‍↔️. This person would be more so walking you like a dog but you have them on a leash in the sense you keep them coming back. They could have you walking funny after you’re done 🤭 you might be really sore the next day as well. “There's a reason I walk like this (I walk). My baby, he be lovin' on this (Oh yeah). When he do it, he be workin' that shit (Oh yeah) And every night he got me wantin' more of it”. You might feel confident and pleased after having sex with this person and can feel a sense of relief.

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Pile 6:

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Play With It by Tommy Genesis

Who Am I (What's My Name?) by Snoop Dogg

Girls Need Love by Summer Walker

The Fool (reversed), The Sun, Five of Cups (reversed), Write a Gratitude List, Take a Walk, Clean Your Space, Family, Not Enough, Ax, & Healing Heart

Pile 6, you still not over your ex, huh 😔? It’s ok, no judgment here, baby 🫶. I see you and your ex still have an attachment together, things might be on and off or you don’t really know where the direction of this relationship is headed towards. I see that you are a very caring person and because of miscommunication, you and this person seem to never be on the right foot. It’s possible some of you who picked this pile have a baby with this person or will get pregnant (please use protection if this isn’t what you want!). I see a lot of fertility going on in this pile, you and this person could prefer to make love or have sex as if you’re making a baby lol. This person could have a breeding kink? They get turned on by the idea of you being pregnant with their child. Whenever you wear sundresses that is also sexy to them. I feel like your body is so tea, pile 6. Either you’re really thick and curvy or your body is just gorgeous to people, especially your sp. This person fantasizes about doing it raw while you touch yourself in front of them. “Play wit' the p*ssy, wanna play wit' the p*ssy. Come get a hooky, baby, come get a hooky. I wanna fuck you, baby, I wanna fuck you. If we not fuckin', baby, come get it poppin'”. This person is scared to fully pursue because you seem to be in a place of healing in your life and doesn’t want to add to that. There is another person that is new coming who also wishes to take your ex’s spot 👀 Oop! I feel like this will be their friend who will make passes at you and this will make your sp really jealous lol. In the bedroom, their jealousy could make them more dominant and want to take control. There is a lot about wanting to hear you moan or scream their name. They can be very vocal too i'm getting a lot about hissing so maybe they hiss whenever you get their spot? PHEW- They could want to fuck you doggy style while they spank your ass. “She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what? He is I and I am him. Slim with the tilted brim, what's my motherfuckin' name? Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb). Snoop Doggy Dogg Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb)” they can be really boastful after sex if they get you to cum and you can get annoyed by this lol. You might tell your person “it wasn’t even allat🙄” and they’ll tease you cus they know it was 😋. I see this person providing you with aftercare and massaging your back and feet. Even though you might not be together at the moment, this person really values you as a person and knows their place.

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Pile 7:

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Hey Daddy (Daddy's Home) by Usher

JT Coming by JT

Huff n Puff by Red Velvet

Page of Swords, Knight of Wands (reversed), The Emperor, Be Still, Energy Work, Sync with the Moon, The Snake, Lightning, & Separation

Alright this is giving my queer pile 🥰, very androgynous energy all around here 😎. Regardless of what your gender might be, both you and this person are independent and like to have things a certain way. You could have met them through a dating app or while on a date with another person (Crazy work but ok 😂). I'm getting maybe someone is a bartender or works at some place where they have to socialize a lot. You and your sp are very flirtatious towards the other but someone gets super shy when it comes to compliments. This is for a select few of you but some of you might be transgender? Perhaps you are a trans man/woman and this person is cisgender. You might be nervous to be too flirty with them in case they might reject you but honestly i'm getting go for it baby, life is too short to be worrying about those things (just remember to be safe is all 🫶🏽). This person will be very polite and respectful towards you so just allow yourself to unwind when you go out with this person. "I ain't gotta do a lot of flexing (Uh-huh). Shorty, you already know what it is. Ha, and girl, tonight we gonna do a lot of sexin', yeah. Can't nobody do your body like this." They could be very forward and direct when it comes to communication they do not like beating around the bush, i'm getting someone likes to man spread a lot or you will notice that they sit with their legs open. Laaaawd when I tell you this person has a big 🍆 or owns one, they will have that shit ready for you LOLLL. This person gives big dick energy they're just very secure with themselves and how they carry on. You might feel insecure about some things and ask them "does this bother you?" or "do you find this attractive?" and they're gonna be like "yah" to everything. THEY MIGHT NOT EVEN GIVE A VERBAL RESPONSE TBH they just might nod their head or whatever and look at you like "is we fuckin' or what 😏🎶?". To them, these questions don't make sense like for example they would think "why wouldn't I like hip dips?" or "facial harmony? what the hell does that even mean? I don't care about that, I care about you." So if you are someone who compares themselves to people on the internet truuuust when I say this person is not chronically online to understand any of that shit. They like what they see and they just want to give it to you and more. "It's been a while since you gave, ho, it's time to give it up (Give it up). Like a bitch with a fresh BBL, you can't sit with us (Nah). Fine motherfucker, white boys say I rock (Hah). I gotta stay protected 'cause y'all stay on my c*ck. My new whip beautiful, I call it p*ssy whip. It was a gift, my nigga friends say he p*ssy whipped." Your sp might be older as well or very mature for their age.

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Pile 8:

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SHY GUY by Tinashe

Good For You by Selena Gomez ft. A$ap Rocky

Unfold by Alina Baraz

Seven of Swords, Five of Pentacles, The Star, Journal, Look for Fairies, Movement, Hammer, The Dragonfly, & Self-Indulgence

Aww this is my soft pile 🛌. I see that you guys are very spiritual and dreamy. You might fantasize a lot about this person. For some of you, you might even be manifesting them. I see that the feelings you have towards this person are very tender and loving. I see that this person is very flighty and doesn’t wish to have such a big commitment. This person you are interested could have ghosted you or there’s something wrong with your communication. Maybe you and this person have different time zones or a conflict of schedule. There’s something about the person not being there for you. “Shy guy, always sayin' it's the wrong time. Even though you know it feels right. Love don't fit into your timeline (La, la, la, la). Shy guy, always sayin' it's the wrong time. Even though you know it feels right. Love don't fit into your timeline. Shy guy (Guy, guy, guy, guy, guy)” I believe you are being too kind to this person and need to detach and allow them to chase you. Focusing on yourself and seeing other people will allow this person to show up for you and be the person that you need. Now is the time for you to be self indulgent and take care of yourself. Some of you should practice healing in the bedroom and should learn about what makes you feel good sexually. Perhaps exploring with new partners will help you find new things that provide pleasure. I see that you are very submissive or lean towards more vanilla. Try to vocalize what makes you feel good to your partner and be more assertive. Your energy reminds me of Jhené Aiko’s song “P*$$y Fairy”, very sensual but delicate. To this person if you were to show them your new found confidence, they will crumble to their knees and will feel stunned. They might ask you questions like “where did you learn this baby???” Or “have you been having fun without me?”. They really love how you taste 😳 this sp wants to pull your dress/skirt up or pants off and just go to town. Their favorite thing is when you’re all dolled up and getting ready to go out. “Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight. Do my hair up real, real nice. And syncopate my skin to your heart beating. Cause I just wanna look good for you, good for you. I just wanna look good for you, good for you. Let me show you how proud I am to be yours.” I’m seeing that they admire your facial expressions during sex for to them it’s too cute, something about makeup smudging? Things can get really messy 👀

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Pile 9:

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Come Alive by Jackson Wang

Earned It by The Weeknd

Swim by Chase Atlantic

Eight of Wands, Death, The Hanged One, Dance, Look to the Stars, Sound Healing, The Grim Reaper, Ascending, & Healthy Choices

When I tell you this pile is NASTYYY. It’s honestly crazy how much this person wants to match your freak, pile 9. Definitely saved best for last. The sex almost feels cinematic in a way. Something about this person just gives main character vibes that is so seductive you can’t turn your eyes away from them. I believe your relationship with this person could have progressed pretty fast. For some of you, you could have kissed or even had sex after the first date. While I also see that this is a friends with benefits situation (does someone have a contract?!). You could find them mysterious or wish to get to know them on a more interpersonal level. You could feel that these things are more surface level in terms of attraction and don’t want the intimacy to only be superficial. I see that this sp is charming and prefers to disclose things little by little. “I come alive. You start me up a million times. And I'm terrified. That you could leave me crying.” So this person could be afraid of opening up to you because they are nervous about getting their heart broken. They might have previously gotten out of a relationship and they are learning how to trust in a partner again. Your sp could be afraid of rejection and that's why they are disorganized in terms of how they want to pursue you. Providing this person with assurance will help them gain courage, also pile 9, make sure to do what's healthy for you, try not to overly devote your time to this person. I see that communicating with your partner and talking about how you have been feeling will want to open up more and trust you. Something about wearing lingerie in the bedroom is a major turn on for this person. Taking control and guiding this person will help allow them to let their guard down. "Cause girl, you're perfect (girl, you're perfect). You're always worth it (always worth it). And you deserve it (and you deserve it). The way you work it (the way you work it). 'Cause girl, you earned it, yeah (earned it). Girl, you earned it, yeah". Your sp would be over the moon for you.

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[weaselle]

so i can't find any hard numbers about shark deaths or injury related to shark cable biting. I can tell you a few things that might help you though

So, i know i said "we know this happens regularly" but it turns out "it used to happen once every couple years or so" would have been much more accurate

Cable biting happens waaaay less now than it used to, and it was never all that often to begin with. Currently it's because we mostly use fiber optic cables instead of copper core now, which means we are using flexible glass to conduct light instead of using copper metal to conduct electricity, and that probably means the cables aren't as interesting to sharks, which have special organs for sensing electrical activity in the water. But before that switch, cable companies did engineer to prevent shark bites from being effective.

In order for a shark to take damage from biting an undersea cable, it would have to bit though all the insulation and get to the metal, which would short the cable out and require an extremely costly repair, which means the corporations commissioning the cables are moved by the only thing we can really trust to motivate them -- they are highly incentivized by money to make sure sharks can't get their teeth through the insulation.

We have been laying underwater cable for well over a hundred years by now. From 1901 to 1957, cable failures due to all fish bites (not just sharks) was just 28 times in those 56 years. In the next 50 years there were only 11 cable failures and probably none of them were shark related. Cable companies started using tougher sheathing materials over the insulation which helped, and so many of the cables switching to fiber optic really seems to have made a difference too. As far as I can tell, there have been zero suspected shark related cable damages since 2006

There is a percentage of cable failure/damage where the cause is not able to be determined, but it is extremely unlikely that sharks are involved -- it is usually very obvious when a cable is damaged by a shark because of the kind of damage and because they tend to leave teeth in the insulation when they bite. It is normal for a shark to loose a couple teeth biting a thing; their teeth do not have roots the way mammal teeth do, and they regrow an infinite number of teeth their whole life. Teeth are semi-disposable tools for them.

Also sharks bite things for the same reasons we touch things with our hands, and a lot of the time they bite something to learn more about it so they aren't actually biting very hard (i mean, still hard enough for their teeth to slice delicate human tissue, which is how what to a shark is a simple investigative bite can become a serious injury for a human, but they are often biting things with much less than full power when they just want to see what it is)

And finally, I can assure you that at least the shark in the photo above was totally fine, you can see that same shark bite happen in this video, showing the shark to be merely curious and maybe slightly confused by its experience with the cable

[thedivinetarot]

'Cause I like you quite a lot, it's you who I adore though I make boys fall like domino's

Who has a crush on you?

☆ How to chose your pile?

Close your eyes and clear your mind. Take a deep breath and ask the question in your head. And shall the picture you are drawn to the most be your pile.

☆ Disclaimer:

This is a general reading so take what resonates and leave the rest. In this reading I won't do an energy check since many of you are not resonating with it anymore.

Mood board from @divinationsanctuary19

Pile 1 - Pearls

☆ Who?/ physical description:

I see that this person has self esteem issue. I see them as someone who really might have confidence issues. And it affect their life in a really negative way. Okay, also this person is workaholic until the point of exhaustion. They may stay up at night because of tiredness. I see that they work a lot. This person might be a soulmate/twin flame of yours. This person might be a co-worker of yours. They have a lot on their plate. This person is someone who is really family oriented. Someone who values family and find emotional fulfillment within a family. Someone who is managing their family finances. They might have a family (wife/children) or they are spending their money on their parents. Or maybe this person is already married omg (this is so spicy I can't😭). The 10s cards are repeated twice so this person might be someone who is socially in a higher place than you. It also gives me boss energy, someone in a higher status with lots of money and resources. But they got it all from their work, their own work. Now with their physical appearance: this person has dark brown hair, brown or black eyes. Someone who look younger than their actual age. Someone whose physical appearance to them is a source of insecurity or they are closed off. This person's aura seems very calm and soothing. I see that their shoulders are slightly wide and their body proportions almost equal. Physically, this person is average like nothing really make them stand out and you can easily not notice them in the crowds. The thing (I'm going to add a note here) this person is happily married to their spouse/ wife. And they have a legacy with them but now we will know why they are crushing on you.

☆ How do they see you?

Will first I see that their first impression of you was quite sharp. They saw you as someone who is quick witted and quite sharp mentally. You might appeared very smart to them which really attracted them to you. They also got attracted to your confidence and your youthful spirit. This person physically saw you as someone who is cute and baby doll. I don't know why I got baby-daddy/mommy dynamic. This person sees your beauty now as soft and delicate. Like their first impression on you was nothing like how they see you right now. I see that right now they see you as someone who is delicate, sweet and pure. Also I got the 9 of cups which is quite weird position for it. Well, even though this person is married and have a legacy they see that you might be someone who is good for them or their wish fulfillment. In addition, your cold and aloof attitude draws them to you even more. I see that you make them remember someone, to them your aura is very familiar. You remind them of someone they used to know when they was younger. (Idk why I'm picking on someone who is OLD and established).

☆ Placements for you:

Pisces, cancer, Aquarius, Gemini and mars in Aries.

☆ How do they feel?

Well, I see that you took this person off guard when you appeared in their life. You wasn't on their plan and meeting you was something unexpected at all. I see that what they feel for you is quite delightful. I see that this person really get distracted whenever you are around. I see that when they see that you are around they stand and stare, a wave of excitement and emotions overwhelm them. They feel that they want to protect or get possessive over you. This person either fear those emotions or they keep them to themselves. I see that whenever you are around they get quite and just STARE and you. Like your whole presence put them at ease. They also feel giddy and happy but can't seem to show it off because it will put them in a questionable place.

☆ Placements for them:

Aries, Sagittarius, virgo, Gemini, Pisces, Capricorn. Or mercury, dominant for them.

Pile 2 - Doves

☆ Who?/ their physical appearance?

Well, I see that this person is quite sad. I feel like you see those guys who listen to lana? Beautiful but sad? he gives of the same vibe. I see that this person gives off the impression that they work so freaking hard but they don't get paid enough. You see those people who works in malls? At the cashier? I think also that this person might work in a job that really don't pay them enough. They look so tired and above all they are stubborn. They don't wanna let go of that job. I see that this person is very emotionally content on their own and also I see that there's a distance between you two. You might meet them when you are traveling. I feel like this person might work so hard to prove themselves but their efforts go unnoticed. Which frustrate them even more. I see that this person is quite smart and detached but their stubbornness is the only thing that cause them trouble. I see that they know when to strategically use their wit. They might be someone who is considered smart academically. I mean I got the king and queen of swords. This person whenever you see them they display a bitch face. Or they look grumpy. They look emotionless, no expression. I see that they got heartbroken before but they got over it and found peace with it. I see that they took the lesson and healed so don't worry that they will break yours. But anyways, I see that might build up a lot of walls around themselves so you can't hurt them again. Now for the physical appearance this person have brown to black hair. Or espresso black hair. Their eye color is definitely brown or hazel. I see also that they work out a lot. Their body is defined and considered fit. Their hair might be wavy or a little bit frezzy. They are average like from 5'3 to 6'0 (173 to 182 cm). Their face is always serious, they look angry all the time. They might also be an introvert too. Like you won't see them hanging out with more than 2 to 3 people.

☆ How do they see you?

Okay, first.... I see that this person see that you are someone who is apathetic. Like especially in work settings. They see that you should not be in the place you are in at all. This might be their initial impression of you. You might come off as someone who lack motivation or apathetic and even lazy. I also that this person might see you as sorceress 😭. I see that they see you as someone who is very alluring like... alluring emotionally. You might be someone with a lot of charms, like you know how to treat people with kindness and compassion. I see also that they see you as someone with a lot of calm and serene aura with a mix or confidence and authority. You come off to this person as someone who is confident, authoritative with a hint charisma and emotional maturity. I see that with alot of this they see you as someone who is a bit conservative about your social interaction, like you don't associate yourself with a lot of people or you keep your interactions limited. I don't know why I feel like this person really want to reach you but they feel like you are distant. It feels like they are reaching for the moon when they are dealing with you. Also, you might intimidate them with the way you walk. Like you seem sharp when you are walking, you don't look at people you only look at where you are going.

☆ Placements for you:

Gemini, Scorpio, Aries, Leo, Capricorn. Mercury, Mars, Pluto, Saturn, jupiter. Sun or moon in the 1st, 3rd, 8th, 5th, 10th house in the chart, Pluto and mars making aspects to your ascendant.

☆ How do they feel?

This person feels very at peace when they look at you. I see that since you have a very calming and trusted aura they feel very at peace with the thought of you. I see that they feel very confident that one day you'll be their wifey lol. They feel this unconditional love towards you, I'm not joking at all the cards are very positive. I see that the first time they interact with you might happen through text or a following request on social media. They might be so sure that they want you. I see also that whenever they look at you they feel this feeling that they can leave their bad days and heal from bad experiences. Maybe the thought of you put them at ease. Like your aura is incredible to the point that they feel very calm when they think of you🥺. I see that they have a hint of passion towards you too. They might act more energetic and confident around you just to get you to notice them. I hope that by now you knew them pile 2. Take care💕.

☆ Placements for them:

Fire placements (leo, Aries and sagittarius) , Taurus, Cancer, Gemini, Mar in gemini, Venus in taurus, Jupiter, moon, Venus dominant in their chart. Sun or moon in the 1st, 9th, 5th, 2nd, 4th, 3rd house.

Pile 3 - Hands of a lady

☆ Who?/ physical appearance

Well, that's huge but what I'm seeing is someone that is very skillful, they embody the magician card. Someone very skillful, very good at turning their wishes into reality. They are very strong individual with a charismatic aura. They might be student in your school or college. I'm picking up on someone who studies at the same institution as you and if not then they might have took the same class as you (doesn't have to be school or college it might be as simple as pottery class). I see that this person really travels a lot. And very successful in their work (if they do so). This person is very fair. When they love you they give more than they receive, someone who is selfless and patient. They might have forward thinking because they worry alot about the future. They also get very doubtful about opportunities and they sabotage it by themselves unfortunately. This person has a lot of potential, and skills but they are either too lazy or too doubtful to work on them. Now their physical appearance, this person is in their 20s as I said above they might be a college student or still in school. Hair is silky and straight and for a very little group here this person has curly hair. Their hair color is unique or they dyed it. Their natural hair color might be blonde and they dye it black or the opposite. The way that they carry themselves is very elegant. It gives off someone who is rich. Even if they are not rich their aura seems very rich and elegant. They might wear a potato sack and appear beautiful. They possess natural beauty. They might be sad too, or they appear sad or their mouth drop downward like this face (😞). They might wear a lot of green? Yes I guess so. I guess this person wear alot of green and it look fabulous on them. Eye color might be mixed, like you see that person whose eye color change with lighting? I'm getting brown greenish or green or brown or even hazel. Did it resonate with you pile 3? Tell me if so and take care💕.

☆ How do they see you?

Well, I'm getting that this person sees you as someone who is intimidating. I see that they get terrified whenever you are around. Also, someone unpredictable with sharpness around the edge. Maybe you are enneagram 8? Or ISTP? I see that you dress in a way that is quite edgy. Like not the typical good girl way of dressing. Something very black edgy and emo. But you beauty is very alluring to them. I see that the way you dress might be revealing? Like you might show your boobs or wear mini skirts or you intend on revealing lots of skin or cleavage. I see that they like your cleavage or your boobs. I see that it is the thing that really attracted them to you. This pile feels more physical and sensual, like this person's main focus in your physical body. I see that they really see that you are someone with very alluring beauty. Something like a siren. You put a lot of thought into your appearance. And you take care of your health and body. I see that you appear as a mystery to that person, someone who is beautiful, and mysterious. They see the potential of this to grow into something more lighthearted and healing.

☆ Placements for you:

Pisces, Leo, Virgo, Scorpio, Aries, Aquarius. Venus in virgo, harsh aspects between Mars and sun in your chart. Mars, Mercury, Sun, Moon dominant in your chart.

☆ How do they feel about you?

They want to come towards you. I see that they already thought about it and it seems very sure of themselves. I see a grand gesture, something carefree and diplomatic. They might gentlemanly help you in something you are doing so they can be close to you. I see that whenever they think of you a strong feeling of love and nurturing take over them. They want to take care of you. They feel also like your relationship with them is fated. Like you both are meant to be. I see that they try to move on from you but whenever they try they fall harder lol. You might not study in the same class but meet in the hallways and they feel very electrified whenever you are around. You see that feeling of electricity pass through you when you see your crush? They feel the same way. But generally, they feel very positive towards you. So, enjoy it baby💋. I hope you enjoyed the reading pile 3.

☆ Placements for them:

Gemini, virgo, Libra, Aries, Scorpio. Mercury, Saturn, Pluto, mars. 1st, 3rd, 7th, 8th, 6th house placements.

Pile 4 - Lady and sea waves

☆ Who? Their appearance:

Pile 4 is that your ex? I feel like this is someone who is very earthy. I mean someone who used to keep you close to them but now they are far away? I see that you had a fight with them and it was because of their possessiveness or jealousy towards you which was unbearable. I see if you are away from this person they want to start all over but in a tricky way. Like they might reach out to you in a way that might not hurt their ego. I see that even after this they are unsure if this is going to last or not. They just want you back. I see that they used to carry a lot of uncertainty and they felt super unsure of where things are going and now if they return it won't be how you expected? I mean this person hasn't changed yet and they do not intend to change. I mean they want you back just to prove to themselves that they can have you back. I think this person was dedicated? And all of sudden things just changed. I don't know if you should get back to them or not. I don't like their energy, it feels very tricky and deceiving. I guess that they are attached to you emotionally. They do not intend on breaking free out of this toxicity. This person is toxic they do not want to change and at the same time they want you back. Now for their appearance, this person might wear heavy clothes even during summer. Their hair is wavy or straight, I see that the color range from blonde to light brown. And they are pale AF, also for some they have a very dark undertone. I'm picking up on someone who wears a lot of white shirts too. This person has medium height and for some they are short lol. For their eye color mostly brown and other have blue eyes I'm not picking on anything specific could be hazel too.

☆ How do they see you?

Well, I'm picking up that this person see how emotionally distant and cold you are. You might have given them a lot of attention that made their confidence sky rock. I see that they know how much anxiety they caused you, they know that they are the reason that you are distant and cold towards them and other people. I kept typing void? So you might have filled the void inside them and they got attached? I got the devil card twice and no it doesn't have to be that they see you as someone who is sexy. They see that they are attached to you. I see also that you bring them a lot of anxiety. Because as I said before, because they are toxic; they know how tick you boxes and use you whenever they want. And they are very sure that you are going to satisfy their ego (please don't you are more than this). They give off the vibe of someone who is emotionally distant... avoidant to be more specific. They know how much they have caused you and doesn't intend on making things better, they want you because they are attached to you emotionally not because they love you so be careful pile 4 you are amazing🤍.

☆ Placements for you:

Aries, Gemini, Leo, Libra, Capricorn, jupiter, mars, Sun as dominant planets in the chart. Or those placements as sun moon or ascendant.

☆ How do they feel about you?

They feel very sure of themselves that you are going to fill up their void. I see alot of imbalances in this relationship, someone here is taking more than they receive and the opposite. I see that they have quite mixed imbalanced feelings towards you and they are not sure of how to deal with all of them. One day they feel like yes, they love you and they will do better and other times they feel like you are too much and they doesn't understand themselves. I hate their energy, maybe you are with them because you feel pity for them not because you love them. If you end this I assure you that you'll get better soon. I mean the general dynamic between you two is quite toxic and imbalanced. They don't know how to keep you and how to let you go so please be the reason for this to end. Sometimes, leaving is better than staying for something that is no good for you. Take care pile 4 💕.

☆Placements for them:

Taurus, virgo, Scorpio, gemini, Libra, Sagittarius. Saturn, Pluto, mercury dominant in their chart. Or their moon, sun or ascendant in those signs.

Post date: 30th of Nov/ 2024 - Sat

* Feedback is appreciated

[cherryc1nnam0n]

On Film | OF!Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Summary: Eddie Munson is an Only Fans content creator who you decide to subscribe to and surprisingly, you go from watching him fuck others to getting fucked by him

Cw: Porn making, sex recording, unprotected PIV, creampie, lots of dirty talk, daddy kink, Dom!Eddie, Sub!Reader, masturbation (F and M), use of toys, slight ass play, mentions of shower sex, excessive cumming, porn watching, sexting, porn with some plot, strangers yo lovers

The day you found Eddie Munson will forever be engraved in your mind

You were scrolling through Twitter when a video of a guy jerking off made it on your feed

You usually didn't find that as a turn on, but he was different

Tattooes littered on his chest and arms, even his abdomen, he was completely naked with his dick in his hand and said dick was big, girthy even, his balls hung low, heavy with cum, his moans were making you even wetter, his long hair clouded his face perfectly and he was looking into the camera, almost into your soul

That night you masturbated to that video...

Another day when he made it into your feed you decided to follow his account

Eddiethebanised

22, DnD Dungeon Master and your Master ;) OF with 35% discount

His bio read when you entered his profile, he was so hot and his videos were even hotter, you scrolled down and found a video of him fucking a guy, this man had perfectly coiffed hair but it was disheveled from the fucking he was getting, and Eddie looked so gorgeous pounding his ass, both men moaning and panting

This whole was so tight @Stevethewhipped

You wondered if he only fucked men, because all you could see were dicks and not even one pussy but oh well, his content is great nonetheless

The day you subscribed to his Only Fans was magical, you had some spare money and were horny as hell, so you decided to go for it

Adding your card info it and paying the $5 it took to have all his content for a whole month

And then a notification rang on your phone

Hello sweetheart ;)

You gasped at that, did he really text you?

Thanks for the sub, have this in return

Followed by a picture of his hard dick laying against his belly

"Oh fuck" you said to yourself

Thanks, it's really big

You really didn't know what to say, was he trying to sext you?

Yeah, that's what everyone says

Why did you text me?

Idk, thought you were cute

You trynna fuck me?

Maybe

You don't know me tho

Then let's know each other, my name is Eddie Munson

But you already know that ;)

What's your name babe?

It's Y/n Y/l/n

Cute, where u from?

Indiana

Great, me too

You had an idea, might be risky but oh well, fuck it

Wanna see my tits?

Fuck yeah

You sent him a pic you had taken in front of your mirror a few days ago

Oh fuck baby, they're so pretty

That's what everyone says ;)

Haha, touché

You're making me wanna fuck you real hard

Thought you only fucked men?

I can make an exception

We can have fun babe, make a film out of it

Would you like to?

We can keep your face out

You pondered it, biting your lip, he was so hot and it has been a while since you've been fucked so, yeah, why not?

Let's do it

After some more sexting with Eddie and showing him what you looked like he was smitten, he might even be in love and he couldn't wait to fuck you, so you guys agreed on a date at his place

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When you got there you were sweating bullets, you were about to be fucked by a stranger, one with a huge dick and most importantly, are going to film it for the public

He promised he would keep your face out, which is good at least

You rang the bell to his apartment complex and the guard let you in, probably used to random people being let in his house

On the 6th floor, you made it to his apartment and knocked on the door and were blown away by seeing him in person

His curls were kept together and he was wearing a Metallica shirt that was cut shorter to show off his belly, he also had some grey sweatpants that outlined his soft cock, even when soft you could see it

"Well, well, well, I've been waiting for you sweetheart"

He let you in and you took in his place, it was nice and full of stuff, trinkets, some amps, ring lights and some clothes thrown across the floor, a controlled mess as you would like to call it

"So uhm, how do we do this?" You asked nervously

You felt his hands massage your shoulders, he felt you were tense because hell you were

"Just relax baby" he kissed your neck softly "Let's go to my room, I have everything set up"

He led you into his room, where you saw all his videos you masturbated to, you bit your lip when you noticed he had some plugs and a vibrator ready, probably for you

"Alright babe, sit down and I'll start recording m'kay?"

You nodded and set your bag down, sitting down on his bed watching him start recording

"You sure you want to do this? Once we start, there is no going back"

Having him so close to you, smelling him, you said fuck it

"Yes, please fuck me Eddie"

He kissed you ferally, devouring your lips as he towered over you

"Good girl"

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"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" You moaned as Eddie kept fingering you with a vibrator at your clit, he had plugged your ass a while ago, your tits all out as he nursed on the left one, keeping his pace with his fingers

"Good girl baby, fuck keep moaning for daddy"

You were so close to cumming when Eddie pulled away, making you whine at the loss

"Oh what's wrong baby? Wanna cum? Not yet, you have to cum on my dick"

He pulled you by your hips closer to him, aiming his dick at you, his mushroom head was leaking pre cum as he rubbed it all over your pussy

"Please daddy"

He groaned "Say it again baby"

"Please daddy, fuck me"

That was all the confirmation he needed to push his dick deep inside you in one thrust, your eyes rolling back as he sighed

"You ready baby?"

You nodded at him, mind hazy

"Need you to use your words baby"

"Yes I'm ready daddy"

He grabbed your left leg and hiked it up on his hip, then pulled you even closer to him, your clit rubbing against his happy trail, his hips starting pistoning into you at a rough pace, your moans filling the room as his bed frame hit against his wall, the mattress creaking under you both

The camera and ring light were aimed directly at you being fucked, it was catching all the squelching sounds coming from your pussy as it was being destroyed by Eddie's massive dick, it stretched out so good you could tell he was big and the bulge on your stomach was there also to prove it

"Fuck baby, it's been a while since- fuck- since I fucked a pussy, this might be -agh- the best one I've fucked in forever" he said in between moans

You couldn't even form a thought in your head, any form of word has been fucked out of your brain as soon as he started moving, his cock head hitting your g spot so good you could see stars

"E-Eddie" you moaned weakly

"Yes baby? Oh look at you, all fucked out and dumb for daddy"

You just nodded at him, eyes drooping as you reached your orgasm again

"Gonn' gonn' aah, gonna c-cum" was all you could say

"Mmm, yeah I know babe, I can feel it, you're squeezing me so tight baby"

His left hand lowered down to your ass to play with the plug in it, making you lose it and cum all over him, back arching off his bed and a loud moan ripping out of your throat

"Yesss, good girl baby, fuck, so good for daddy"

He held you up against his dick, moving your body as if you were a fleshlight while thrusting in you to finally empty his balls into you, deep and warm cum piercing your womb

"Fuck, that's a good girl baby" he said rubbing your stomach as his dick kept twitching inside you as he kept cumming

"Fuck..." You said coming down from your ecstasy "That was so good"

"Yeah? You did so good for me"

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You really thought after that you would just dress up and leave, and then watch the video when it would be posted

But instead, Eddie begged you to stay, offering you some of his clothes and even showering together, which ended up in being pressed against the wall while he rammed into you as you made out under the warm water

And after that, he ordered some food and you ate together, like you guys were used to this or you knew each other from life, which made you feel really cozy

"You know.." he said with his mouth full, then swallowed "I think, I think I love you"

You choked on your drink and had to take a second to stop coughing, to which he had to pat your back

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said, I think I love you" he said now grabbing your hand "Please stay, don't ever leave, I know we started this because of sex but, we can be more than that, let me get to know you and you know me..." He smiled at you, those big doe eyes staring at you "What do you say?"

How could you say no? Maybe this could be something beautiful, he seemed like a nice guy, he didn't immediately throw you out after he had came inside you and you felt really comfortable with him, so, fuck it why not?

"Yes, yes I wanna do this Eddie" he smiled even wider than before and kissed you softly

"Good, because you're mine now" he grabbed your waist and threw you over his shoulder, taking you to his room again in the middle or giggles and laughs

Some days later, Eddie had finished editing the video and posted it to his Only Fans and his Twitter, with the caption being

Been a while since I fucked a pussy, but this pussy might be the one that ties me down 🩷

Yeah, let's just say you never left his life after that...

[hwonnrinji]

THE FIRST SNOW

kim minji x fem!reader

{ synopsis } : you were in a long-term relationship with minji since the start of high school. after graduating, minji broke the news that she's going back to canada. a long-distance relationship wasn't an option, so the next best thing was breaking up. you were still in love with her for a period of time but eventually started to move on– until you bump into someone on the street.

{ a/n } : tsbu lara fic hasn't seen the light of day since creation, i feel bad -v-

{ tags/extra } : 2 years after break up, lovers to exes to ???, light angst, hyein and reader are sisters, may or may not have projected a little

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now playing : the first snow - exo

⤷ "if i met you,

would tears rise up?"

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"Y/N! IT'S SNOWING!" hyein shook you awake while she rambled about the snow in excitement, pulling on your arm to go outside and see. you gave a half-ass protest but hyein insisted you check it out. "it might be one of the prettier first snows."

"hyein, do you have any idea what time it is?" you rubbed your eyes tiredly, the glare from the streetlights were rather annoying. the snow was as pretty as hyein said it was but you'd prefer to see it when you're fully awake.

"it's six in the morning," hyein answered. you turned to look at her, having to slightly look up to see her face. now that you're getting a better look at her, she's in her school uniform. "i have to leave for school in a bit."

"oh. i'll go get ready." as you were about to make your way to the bathroom, hyein quickly stopped you.

"it's okay, dain will pick me up."

your eyes narrowed suspiciously as you stared at her. "can dain drive yet?" seeing her tense, you sighed, putting your hand up to stop her from talking. "whatever, i don't care. just get to school safe and on time."

"why are you making it seem like i'll skip?" hyein pouted, clinging onto your arm.

"it's because you do. if you skip one more time, i'm sending you back to incheon with mom and dad," you warned. blood seemed to drain from hyein's face

"what?! noo, i like seoul," she whined while shaking your shoulders to take back your threat. you groaned, swatting her arms to let you go. "plus, haerin is the one driving."

"really? ok, have fun."

"hey! why are you suddenly ok when i mention that cat?"

"haerin value her studies so of course i trust her." you shrugged. a sudden voice called out for hyein down the street– more like a couple voices –signaling that her friends were here. "don't spend too much money on snacks, ok? love you."

"love you too, bye!" hyein rushed out of the house, turning the corner. you peeked your head out to see haerin's hyundai parked at the end of the neighborhood. you softly smiled seeing hyein run happily to her friends, reminding you of your high school years.

"well since i'm awake now," you headed back inside to get ready for the day, thinking about whether or not to go to class a little earlier than normal. since that's too much work, you decided to get coffee first.

~

your phone kept buzzing with endless notifications from god knows who, and while you tried to ignore it to admire the snow around you, a sudden call interrupted you. with an annoyed huff, you took your phone out of your pocket to see danielle calling. "hello?" you answered as you continued to walk to the coffee shop.

'did you hear?' she asked on the other line.

"hear what?"

'minji's back from canada.'

you paused for a moment, your lips parting in shock. minji, your ex that broke up with you two years ago to leave to canada, was now back in korea. "wait, i thought the move was permanent."

'it was never permanent?'

that little liar. "she told me it was," you said almost bitterly.

'really? before she left, she said she'd come back. look,'

danielle sent you a screenshot of minji's instagram story, the photo being her on an airplane with the caption 'back home.' you were absolutely furious, your hand gripping your phone so tightly that it might break. "she told me she wasn't coming back."

'maybe you remembered wrong? 'cuz that's not what she said to me nor haerin.'

"no, i'm sure. if she was coming back then we would've gone long-distance."

'y/n–'

"look, i don't wanna talk about this anymore. i'm gonna go." you didn't give danielle a chance to talk any further, your finger already pressing the hang up button. great. just when you were finally moving on, minji decided to come back. you shook your head and continued on your way. to say you were pissed would be the least similar way to describe how you were feeling. how could she lie and come back like nothing?

you finally reached your destination, your hand reaching out to grab the door handle until another hand appeared in front of you. "oh, sorry–" you backed up from the door but stopped midway once you saw who was holding the door.

"y/n?" god, you hated that voice.

"what're you doing here?" you asked with no interest, yet the sting in your eyes and the tug at your heart says otherwise. minji glanced inside the building before returning back to you, a confused look smothered on her face.

"getting coffee?..." right. it's a coffee shop. you fought back the urge to roll your eyes and cry at the same time, stepping back to let her go through. "you can go first."

"just go already." minji hesitated but reluctantly opened the door to go in first, pushing back the door behind her just enough so you can enter as well. you scoffed but didn't reject the offer, stepping inside to feel the warm atmosphere, a contrast to the outside. you placed your order quickly before finding a seat at one of the tables near the window.

minji sat in the seat in front of you, startling you a bit. her eyes seemed like she wanted to talk to you but you weren't sure if you were ready for that conversation yet. "can we please talk, y/n?"

"stop saying my name." you leaned back in your chair, your arms crossed over your chest. "you lied to me."

"it was the only option," she confessed. the sting in your eyes grew with each word she said. you ran a hand through your hair, pushing back the loose strands in frustration.

"only option? was i not enough to deserve the truth?"

"i didn't mean it like that..." her eyes were sad, practically begging you to let her explain. "i got accepted into a university in a toronto," she started, "i wanted to keep our relationship but i was going across the world. it would drive me insane to hear you say that you miss being held by me because, fucking hell, y/n. i'd miss it too."

your bottom lip started to quiver as tears welled up in your eyes, droplets falling down onto your lap. you're can't cry. not here, not now.

"i didn't wanna hear you say you wish i was there with you, i didn't wanna see myself crying in front of the bathroom mirror after calling you," minji continued on, "i didn't wanna have to pretend like i wasn't affected. so, i left."

"but why? why did you have to go? you could've stayed."

"it was the only university that accepted me. if yonsei accepted me then i would've." you sniffled, your hand coming up to wipe the tears from your eyes. you hated yourself for crying at that moment. "i was young and naive, but now, i know what i want." she reached across the table, holding your hand dearly. "i want you. i want us to start again."

"minji, you can't just leave and come back to ask for a second chance."

"please, y/n, please. i'm still in love you and i'm sorry it took this long for me to realize." her pleas were convincing but you weren't sure if you should give in. "let us be us again."

"i... i don't know." you pulled your hand back, slipping out of your seat. you left minji sitting alone as you walked out of the building, too caught up in your emotions. you felt a firm hand grab your wrist and turn you back around.

"love, please–"

"don't call me that!" your chest rose and fell rapidly as tears streamed down your cheek. "no. you don't get to break up with me and then call me love." minji only stared at you, half sorry and half full of pity.

"please think about it," she begged. "text me when you have an answer."

"don't boss me around." you took back your arm, stuffing your hand in your jacket pocket. "hyein still hates you."

"i'm sorry."

"stop, just stop. your number is still blocked and i don't plan on unblocking you." your hands curled into fists in your pockets out of anger. "see you around."

- tbc -

[intuitively-her]

You have an innocent look to you. "Damsel in distress" vibes. You might attract partners that want to take care of you or save you in some way.

Your lovers tend to become possessive of you pretty easily. You're like a trinket that they want to keep tucked in their pocket to carry with them everywhere they go. You probably have multiple people in competition over you right now.🤭 Someone here has a lottt of social media stalkers, especially if you post thirst traps.😅

Your energy reminds me of Cher from clueless. You're a very beautiful and high-value person. But you still remain very down to earth and friendly to others.

You could have naturally curly hair. Someone here has blonde or black hair. You could have beautifully tanned skin as well.

The way that you command attention without even trying. You have a very confident and humble energy. But you also have this air of mystery to you as well. You are so aloof at times that you may not even realize how much attention is really on you.

You can be a little stubborn at times and prefer to stick to your own way of doing things.

You turn your pain into power! You're always onto the next best thing and following your goals. I feel like you've had to defend yourself and stand on business with a lot of folks lately.

🤍Zodiac confirmations: Taurus, Aries, Aquarius, Scorpio

Your energy is very exciting to be around. You are very free spirited and adventurous. Someone here likes to take solo trips/road trips.

Someone here could be into plants and botany. You could have a garden/greenhouse as well.

You know how to keep your situations surface level and keep your business on the low. People never really know what your next move is.

Someone specific here is a brunette or you could have blue/purple hair. You could also have a kinky hair type.

You are very independent and all about your money. Someone here owns a nice home. You have a lot of stability and actually take the time to move away from the things that don't serve you.

Someone here likes to get pedicures. You could also wear high heels often as well.

You have a generous and warm energy. People feel accepted by you. There could be people that look up to you in some way. I also sense a cutthroat energy from you as well though lol. You have a sweet x spicy duality to you.🥰

🤍Zodiac confirmations: Cancer, Capricorn, Pisces, Libra

Your dedication to your work and goals.

Your ability to bounce back from situations by yourself and transform into new energy. Alchemist energy.

Someone here likes to wear knee-high stockings or leg warmers.

For my masculine's here, you could like to dress up in business casual attire or you could wear a lot of sneakers.

Your rebellious energy.⚡

You are very family oriented and hold your close relationships to a high regard. You have a very kind and sentimental energy. You could like to capture memories with your loved ones as well.

Someone here has their hair in a bob haircut, or you could have hair that flows all the way down your back.

You may have a tendency to ghost your flings/romantic partners or could be the type to lead people on at times.🤭

🤍Zodiac confirmations: Heavy water and air energy

You're a jack of all trades! Your skillset is very admirable. Someone here could play different sports, or you could be a part of some type of club/committee. There are many people that want to learn from you.

Someone here has tattoos.

Your sweet and loving vibe.

When you wear dresses or more fitting clothes. Your jewelry/accessories are very appealing to the eye as well.

You stick to your values and beliefs. You could be a "goody two shoes" lol

Your creativity.

When you wear your hair tied up in a bun or pigtails.

Someone here wears glasses.

Your rbf; y'all often have this bored expression on your face like you couldn't be bothered to interact with anyone around you.😂

🤍Zodiac confirmations: Sagittarius, Leo, Libra, Virgo

*ONLY TAKE WHAT RESONATES*

🤍Please DO NOT copy, repost, or steal my work! Thanks!🤍

*Credits to @anitalenia for the text dividers🤍*

Masterlist

Paid readings

[fictionalmenxyn]

𝐁𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬

Pairing: Rafe x Reader

Warnings: swearing, boys being boys (suggestive talking) and Rafe casually (to him) hitting someone.

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Rafe and the boys felt bored, they knew just the thing to cure that, you. So that’s exactly what the did. They spammed you with messages in their ‘the idiots and Y/n’ group chat. Then all parked their bikes on your driveway.

Rafe walked over and knocked your door. You swung it open, you shouted playfully “No!” You playfully shut the door in his face. You could hear them all laughing. You smiled and opened the door “yes yes, I’m coming I’m coming.” Kelce shouted “that’s what she said”. Earning a smack to the back of the head by Topper and a playful glare from Rafe.

Rafe looked back to you and smiled “hey, pretty girl, you got everything?” He leaned down and pecked your lips.

You smiled and nodded “yeah, got everything.” You head over to the garage and open it up. Revealing your Yamaha MT10. You pull your helmet on and get into the bike. You grew up with motorbikes, your father being a mechanic. Also a bike enthusiast. So you knew your stuff and saved your money well. Even if you’re a kook, you’re humble, not a spoilt brat. Like some….

You girl my head forward toward Rafe “put the radio thingy on, babe, please.” He chuckled as he walked over and put on your radio that connects to everyone else’s helmets. So you can all communicate.

You all started to leave the street you lived on, heading out for the day.

You all stop at a stop light. Putting your feet either side of the bike and onto the ground. You spoke “so why did you all drag me out of my comfy bed?” They all almost say in sync “bored.” You playfully roll your eyes “so I had to come?! Couldn’t have done anythinnggg else??” They all answer “yup.” You joke “hate you guys…”

They all laugh the Topper spoke “no you don’t, you love us really.” You shrug playfully “mmm don’t know, might change my mind…” Rafe playfully shoves you a little. Then the light turning green you all sped off. You asked “where are we even going?” Rafe replied “don’t know, didn’t really think that far ahead…”

You laugh “what?! What do you meeeaaann ‘didn’t think that far ahead’… sometimes I think I’m actually friends with a bunch of idiots…” Rafe playfully gasped “hey! I’m your boyfriend, correct that shit, right now!” You roll your eyes and correct yourself “I think that my boyfriend is an idiot, that better?” He nodded and laughed “yeah, babe, better…”

Topper suggested “we could head for some food? That new grill house is finally open…” you practically squeal into the radio. Causing the guys to groan, Kelce complained “could you not?!”

You laugh “sorry… I like food… can you blame me?” Topper replied “touché.”

Rafe said “yeah, let’s head there for some food, then we can think of something to do while we eat.”

You all rode through figure eight and headed towards the coast line where the food and other stores were.

You all parked your bikes up and headed down the street. Taking your helmets off as you enter the grill house. Rafe walked first. Already acting like he knew the place. A thing he always did especially at stake houses. A random thing he did but never really knew why.

Rafe asked to the waitress “could we get a table for four, please?” You smiled a little at his manners. Usually you’d have to smack him under the table or give him the ‘evils’ as he says when you shoot a quick glare at him.

The woman nodded and spoke “come right this way…” she guided you four over to a booth. You all sat in. You and Rafe on one side, Topper and Kelce in the other.

Rafe purposely leaned over to grab a menu. Making sure you got squished as he did. You knew he was playing around, since he’s done this since you two were kids. He also knew that a jab to uis ribs was coming. Which you did. Sticking your index finger out and jabbing him in the ribs. He laughed softly “what? I wasn’t doing anything…” you remarked “oh really?? So everyone you do that, you don’t do anything??” He smirked and nodded. You shake your head with a smile, unbelievable he was.

After you’ve all ate your food and paid, you once again head out towards your bikes.

Your eyes widen a little as you see some guy leaning against Rafe’s bike. And a girl taking photos of the guy. Topper muttered “oh shit…” you and Topper shear a glance before you hear Rafe “what the fuck??”

You all walk over, the guy looks over and spoke “hey dude, this your bike? It’s sick! I’ve always wanted a bike like this…” you could see Rafe’s eye twitch ever so slightly as he sees the guy adjust a few things in the bike. That’s two things that pissed Rafe off. One, a stranger getting all up in his personal belongings. And two, someone touching and adjusting things on his bike.

Rafe replied “yeah, man, that’s mine. You taking pics or sum?” He scratched his nose with his thumb. You place a hand on his shoulder blade. Rafe stepped away from your touch. Not actually kissed at you for touching him but he knew he had to take a step from you so whatever he did, you wouldn’t get caught up in it.

He walked over to the guy, “Topper, my friend here-” Rafe slung his arm around Topper “-he’ll take some photos for ya. He’s good at that shit, ain’t ya Top?” Topper nodded. Knowing where this was going. Having seen Sons of Anarchy, with Rafe.

Topper took the guys phone out of the chick’s hand. Taking a photo of the guy against Rafe’s bike. Topper spoke “that’s the before…” the guy’s eyebrow raised “before?”

That’s when Rafe’s fist connected with the guys nose. Hearing a small crunch coming from the guy’s face. You and Kelce wince at the noise. Rafe stepped back with a smirk “don’t ever fucking touch my bike… you’ll have worse next time, buddy…”

The guy held his now broken nose. Topper snapped another photo “there’s the after…” Topper then tossed the guys phone to him.

You walked over to Rafe and muttered “you really wanted to do that after watching that fucking show, hm?” Rafe smirked. Looking down to you, he mumbled “what? Can’t help it…” you joked “sometimes i actually think you wanna be Jax…”

He playfully rolled his eyes. Looking at the guy and his chick. Rafe shot him a warning glare once more.

You all got on your bikes and sped off. Your little biker gang being the knockoff ‘Sons of Anarchy’.

‘The Sons of Outer Banks.’

And turns out you guys did think of ideas on what to do for the rest of the day.

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[beelinx]

pink cat ear headphones

synopsis: your minecraft dogs went missing, and tomura looks mighty suspicious. also, he’s wearing pink cat ear headphones… okay then! warnings: kinda all around the place, and perhaps ooc tomura 😖 use of baby as a pet name + suggestive ending 1.3k words

if anyone were to look into the scene going on right now, they’d probably laugh and say it’s clearly fake. surely, the fearsome leader of the league of villains, the tomura shigaraki, couldn’t be sitting with his legs crossed, scratching his neck and munching on some chips while he plays minecraft.

wearing cat ear headphones.

pink cat ear headphones.

this simply looked way too ridiculous to ever be true, and yet here it was.

to be clear, though, the headphones did not belong to him.

his high quality headset (which did not have cat ears) broke a while back, after a couple of months of its quality slowly decaying. and, since the league had been pretty tight on money, he’d not been able to replace it yet. so, he had to look for the next best thing.

that being your cute, pink spare headphones.

honestly, he was not embarrassed by the headset itself. it was actually pretty good, the sound quality being almost on par with his old headset’s. and it was really comfortable, too. it sat snuggly on his head and provided sufficient blocking of outside noise.

also, they were yours. 

therefore, he loved them.

when he first tried them on, he’d worried about what his comrades would think about him wearing said device. he’d imagined toga or magne might like them, which somehow pissed him off. spinner might like them too, since the quality is good. mr. compress would probably say something about a fashion statement or whatever. twice could laugh at him, but tomura figured he didn’t mind what he thought very much. then there was dabi, who’d definitely get a kick out of seeing him wear the headset.

whatever, he couldn’t care less about what they thought now. not since you thought he looked cute wearing them.

“babe?”

he hummed in reply, too focused on the game right now to form a proper response.

“d’you know where my dogs are? i can’t find them anywhere, and i didn’t make them stand.” you asked him with your usual sweet voice.

he didn’t reply. mostly because he did know where your dogs were. well, they weren’t exactly anywhere, if he was really going to get down to it, because they got blown up by a creeper.

he felt guilty about it, especially because it was his fault. kinda. well, it was a mistake. 

tomura was returning to the base to store all he gathered in the mines, when a creeper snuck up on him. it blew up, immediately ending the lives of your three cute dogs. at the time, he blamed his battered headset for not letting him hear the monster on time, and he’d managed to ignore the issue, since you hadn’t joined the world in a while. now, though, you decided you wanted to play with him.

he was kinda lucky though, since you insisted on finding new animals for your farm, still blissfully oblivious to what had happened to your pets. meanwhile, tomura was desperately trying to find new wolves to bring to the base. his current plan, once he’d successfully captured the animals, was to then distract you to do something else, or wait until you had to go to the bathroom, and tame them on your account. then, he’d use the dye and name tags he’d premade, to properly ensure you wouldn’t tell the difference between your original dogs and these new impostors.

it was going smoothly. 

until this.

he replied slowly, not wanting to bring suspicion unto himself, “...they aren’t at the base?”

“no, they’re not where i left them,” you pouted. he risked a look at you, your eyebrows furrowed as you desperately looked for the three creatures.

“i’m at the netherworld right now, i’ll help you look when i leave,” he replied, glad that his setup was out of view for you, so he could lie about this. then, before you could say anything else, he added, “maybe they despawned? they didn’t have any name tags on them.”

that was a reach, a really desperate one at that. he knew that, but he silently hoped that your minecraft knowledge was lacking and you wouldn’t realize.

“but they’re dogs? i tamed them, so they shouldn’t despawn,” he silently cursed himself for teaching you the game all those days back, “can creepers explode if something else triggers them? like beside the players?”

okay, admittedly, he considered lying to you again. the possibilities of his plan working tempting him incredibly. but, something was compelling him to tell you the truth. so, he did. in the sweetest, most loving way possible.

“i fucking blew them up.”

oh.

“…you what?”

“a creeper snuck up on me and blew them to pieces,” he rasped, “i was getting you new ones but since you’re so nosy.”

tomura rolled his eyes to finish off his statement. you merely stared at him in pure shock. why wouldn’t he tell you? losing your dogs made you sad, but you didn’t mind so much, since you knew it was an accident. also, no matter how indifferent he tries to seem, you know better. just the fact he was trying to replace your dogs without letting you know as to not to hurt your feelings tells you all you need to know:

tomura shigaraki cares for you, and he’s willing to do or say anything if it means ensuring your happiness.

his way of demonstrating this was a little… rough, but he couldn’t hide his true self from you, not when you know him so well.

“baby… i don’t mind the dogs, i know you didn’t mean to,” you assured him, “i just don’t understand why you wouldn’t tell me? you know i wouldn’t have gotten mad at you, especially since it was a mistake.”

he didn’t turn to look at you, his mind still glued to the screen, where he was still on the hunt for wild wolves, “i wanted to get them for you before you realized. that’s it.”

your face broke into a soft, lovesick smile at his words. sure, they didn’t sound that sweet on the exterior, but you knew tomura, and you knew videogames were his love language. him giving you a minecraft flower would basically be the equivalent of giving you an engagement ring. therefore, to you this felt like him playing you a boombox outside your window to apologize for a mistake. 

“awww,” you cooed at him, “that’s so cute, tomura! you really wanted me to not get upset, huh? you’re the sweetest ever!” you giggled as you jumped on his lap.

“yeah, whatever,” he hissed back, one hand scratching his neck while the other held you at your waist, the game now discarded, merely serving as background noise. he avoided eye contact with you, his eyes trained on his desk. still though, you swore you could make out a light, pink dusting on his cheeks.

“well actually… i think i deserve some sort of compensation for this,” you faked an exaggerated pout at him, “you know, for killing my poor, innocent dogs.”

tomura’s grip on your hip grew tighter, as he replied, his voice husky, “what kind of compensation?”

you giggled softly, and instead of replying, you grabbed his chin and connected both of your lips. he kissed you back eagerly, using his grip on your hips to bring you closer to him. his hands started to wander, but before he could get any ideas, you pulled away.

“that’s it, enough compensation,” you told him, grinning cheekily.

“are you serious?” he hissed back at you in reply.

“what?” you asked him, feigning innocence, “i’m still grieving my dogs, you know.”

he rolled his eyes, “you are so annoying.”

without another word, he picked you up and threw you on the bed, making sure to compensate you properly for the incident.

[delulustateofmind]

Play Em Like a Game

Yan! Nanami x Reader

TW: Yandere Behaviors, Reader is playing men for their money, Modern AU, Kidnapping, Drinking to intoxication ( implied spiking of drink), implied forced petplay. MDNI

WC: 3.2K

a/n: Something that was rotting my noggin for a while, not the best but needed to write it out. I was thinking about making the bitch reader into a series where she manipulates all the jjk men...we'll see I might hold it hostage in my drafts.

In a male-dominated world, sometimes you have to play a role.

The bitch.

There are girls who grow up with doting daddies and bedtime stories, and then there are the girls who grow up with daddy issues.

You? You were the latter. And that was fine. You learned early on that the world wasn’t built to coddle girls like you—it was built to break them. So you learned to play the game. The one you always won.

You spent years perfecting your craft: transforming yourself into a knockout for men with wandering eyes and shallow pockets. Working at a top-tier cocktail bar, posing as a car model on the side, twirling your hair and laughing at their tired, sleazy jokes. A perfect smile on your lips as they slid their business cards into your hands, thinking they were the ones in control.

They weren’t. You were the one in control.

You had a system on who got your attention based on their card—two categories: broke or loaded. You knew exactly how to play the game. You always did.

But sometimes, someone plays it better.

Or maybe, just maybe, someone decides to play it for you.

That’s how you gained your regular, Nanami Kento—the picture-perfect businessman from some high-ranking finance firm. Impeccable suits, a no-nonsense demeanor, and an air of quiet arrogance that made most men unbearable.

At first, you weren’t interested. He didn’t seem like the type to entertain you, and honestly, you weren’t in the mood to play his game. Reserved, stoic, and probably as boring as the spreadsheets he pushed around all day. But then you noticed his tips.

Big tips.

The kind that made even your manager raise an eyebrow. You didn’t need much convincing after that. If he wanted to be your regular, you’d make him feel right at home.

The routine was simple. He’d walk in like clockwork—usually after hours, once the chaos of the bar had settled into something more manageable. He’d take a seat at the far end, away from the rowdy crowds, and order the same thing: a whiskey, neat. No small talk, no leering gazes, no sleazy comments. Just quiet.

And at first, you weren’t sure what to do with him. Men like Nanami weren’t your usual clientele. He didn’t gawk at you or make cheap passes, and he sure as hell didn’t hand you a business card with a wink. He just… sat there.

You’d bring his drink, flash him the same smile you gave everyone else, and wait for him to play along. But he didn’t. He’d just nod politely, mutter a quiet “thank you,” and go back to whatever brooding thoughts he had swirling in that head of his.

It was unnerving.

So, you tested him. A little extra charm, a well-placed laugh, leaning in just a touch closer than necessary—your usual tricks. But nothing seemed to rattle him. If anything, his gaze stayed as steady as his tip. Calm, measured, unbothered.

For a while, you assumed he was just another boring suit passing time. Until one night, he broke the silence.

“You don’t have to try so hard, you know.”

The words caught you off guard, his deep voice cutting through the low hum of the bar like a blade. You blinked at him, unsure whether to laugh it off or walk away.

“Excuse me?” you said, slipping into your well-practiced tone of feigned offense, the kind that usually got men apologizing and tipping even bigger.

But Nanami just met your gaze, unflinching. “The act. The smile. It’s wasted on me.”

You didn’t know whether to be insulted or intrigued.

“Is that so?” you asked, leaning your elbow on the counter, your head tilting just slightly. “And here I thought I was irresistible.”

For the first time, you saw the faintest twitch of his lips, almost like a smile. Almost.

“I’m here for the quiet,” he said simply, taking a sip of his drink. “Not the games.”

It was the first time in years someone had seen through you. And you hated it.

But then again, that’s what made Nanami Kento so different. You couldn’t put him into a neat little box. He wasn’t broke or loaded—he was something else entirely.

Something you couldn’t quite figure out.

And that made you want to play his game, after all.

Until you noticed the wedding band he was toying with between his fingers, rolling it absently like it meant nothing at all. The sight sent a flicker of irritation through you. His calm demeanor, his detached charm—it was suddenly less intriguing and more irritating.

Your gaze lifted to meet him, but he was already looking at you, those sharp eyes gleaming from behind his glasses as they slid slightly down the bridge of his nose. You straightened up, crossing your arms with a faint smirk.

"Ah," you said, pointing to the band in his hand with a flick of your chin. "I don’t play games with married men. I have morals."

The words dripped with sarcasm, but you meant it, at least halfway. Married men were bad news—worse than sleazy drunks with business cards.

That’s when he chuckled. Low and quiet, but unmistakably amused.

It wasn’t the reaction you were expecting, and it made your frown deepen. “What’s so funny?”

His gaze sharpened as he leaned in, the scent of whiskey faint but warm in the air between you. “Morals?” he repeated, his tone rich with disbelief. “I watch your silly little games. Twirling your hair, batting your lashes, pretending to care what those fools say.”

Your lips parted, a retort on the tip of your tongue, but he didn’t give you the chance. He leaned in closer, so close you could see the faint crease between his brows, the intensity in his gaze like a predator sizing up prey.

“You’re just as bad as those men, you know,” he murmured, his voice low and sharp. “A woman like you… ends up dead after a while.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and deliberate. Your heart skipped a beat, not in fear, but something darker—warrier.

His lips quirked into the faintest smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’d be careful,” he added, the edge in his voice making the warning sound more like a promise.

You stepped back, clutching the edge of the counter, a laugh bubbling out to cover the unease creeping into your chest. “Well, thanks for the advice, Nanami.” You spat his name like it was bitter. “But I’ll take my chances.”

He nodded, slow and measured, his gaze following you as you turned away to help another customer. But you could still feel it, like a weight pressing into the back of your skull. Almost enough to crush it. 

From that night on, things changed. Nanami wasn’t just your regular anymore. He watched you—closer, longer. He stopped toying with the wedding band when you were near, but you’d sometimes catch him tucking it into his pocket, as if it didn’t belong to him anymore.

The tips got bigger.

The looks got bolder.

And the feeling of his presence lingered long after he was gone, like a shadow you couldn’t shake.

It was only later—far too late—that you realized Nanami Kento wasn’t playing any games at all.

He was setting the board for you to lose. You were playing checkers while he was playing chess. 

The unease didn’t go away after that night, but you convinced yourself it was nothing. Just another arrogant man trying to get under your skin, thinking he was smarter than you. That was fine. You didn’t need to win every battle to win the war.

But Nanami kept coming back.

His routine stayed the same, though his eyes lingered longer. And then there were the questions—not invasive, but deliberate. He’d ask about your shifts, your life outside of work, your thoughts on trivial things like the weather or books. At first, you answered mechanically, brushing him off. Then his tone softened, his questions less prying and more genuine, and you found yourself answering without the usual charade.

It was unnerving how easy it became to talk to him. Maybe if you had a normal childhood you would have fallen for him. However, you’re not some princess waiting for a prince. You’re the villain in this story. 

Until one night, when the bar was quiet, and he sat at his usual spot with that wedding band resting on the counter between his fingers. You couldn’t help yourself.

“You really shouldn’t wear that thing around if you’re trying to flirt with bartenders,” you said, keeping your tone light, teasing. But there was a flicker of curiosity in your voice, one you couldn’t mask.

He didn’t smile, didn’t laugh. Instead, he looked at the ring, his expression unreadable, and said, “I’m not trying to flirt.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you muttered, wiping down the counter. But when you glanced up, his gaze was fixed on you, steady and almost… sad.

“She’s dead.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. You froze for a moment, your breath catching in your throat. You weren’t sure what to say, so you fell back on instinct. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, his grip tightening around the ring. “It was years ago. A car accident.”

You stood there, awkward and unsure, watching as he stared at the ring like it was the only thing tethering him to the past. The way his shoulders slumped, the faint tremble in his hand—it wasn’t the polished, untouchable businessman you’d come to know. It was someone raw. Human.

You cleared your throat, shifting your weight. “Then why do you still carry it around?”

He looked up at you then, and for a moment, you thought he wouldn’t answer. But when he did, his words sent a chill down your spine.

“You remind me of her.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your hands stilling as you gripped the edge of the counter. “What?”

Nanami leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours. “You look like her. Not completely. Just enough.”

There was something heavy in his gaze, something that made your skin prickle. He tilted his head slightly, studying you like he was searching for something, someone, beneath the surface.

“Except…” he said, his voice trailing off as a faint smirk tugged at his lips. “She didn’t have your attitude.”

You bristled, your instinct to fire back kicking in. “Maybe she just knew how to tolerate you better.”

His chuckle was low, almost affectionate, and it threw you off. “Maybe.”

After that, the air between you shifted. You caught him watching you more often, his gaze softer but no less intense. His tips became almost ridiculous—enough to cover your rent some nights—and when he spoke, there was a weight to his words, like he was measuring every syllable.

But there was something else, something darker lingering beneath the surface.

Nanami wasn’t just seeing you; he was seeing her—his wife, or at least the ghost of her in you. 

You told yourself it didn’t matter. That he was just another customer with too much money and too much baggage. Perhaps you should’ve worried more. Shouldn’t have played a losing game.  

The night was dragging, the crowd thinning out as you wiped down the bar for the thousandth time that evening. Most of the patrons had cleared out, leaving only Nanami in his usual seat, nursing his whiskey like he owned the place. You knew his routine by now—always the last to leave, always watching you like he had nothing better to do.

“You look tired,” he said, his tone calm, almost patronizing.

You didn’t even glance up, slamming a glass onto the drying rack with a little more force than necessary. “And you look like you’ve got something better to do than sit here staring at me. Guess we’re both unlucky tonight.”

A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, but he didn’t take the bait. “Sit down. You’ve been working hard.”

You snorted, tossing the towel over your shoulder. “Do I look like I’m on a break? If you’re not ordering another drink, maybe it’s time you found the door.”

His eyes flickered, amused. He reached into his wallet and slid a crisp bill across the counter. “Consider this your tip for the night. Sit.”

Your gaze dropped to the money, but you didn’t move. “What, you think you can buy my time now? Cute. Try again.”

“You’re impossible,” he muttered, shaking his head. But he didn’t retract the offer, just sat there, waiting. Something about the way he looked at you—steady, patient, like he already knew how this would end—made your skin crawl.

Finally, you grabbed the bill and stuffed it into your pocket, plopping into the stool across from him. “Alright, big shot. You’ve got five minutes. Make it count.”

Nanami leaned back in his seat, unruffled. “How about a game?”

You raised a brow, crossing your arms. “What kind of game?”

“Truth or drink,” he said, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “You answer my questions honestly, or you take a shot. Then it’s your turn.”

You barked out a laugh, shaking your head. “You’re serious? You really think I’m going to sit here playing drinking games with you?”

He didn’t flinch, his gaze steady. “Why not? Afraid you’ll lose?”

That made you pause, your lips curling into a smirk. “Lose? To you? Not a chance.” You reached for the bottle on the counter, pouring two shots with a practiced hand. “Alright, suit. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The first few rounds were harmless enough. He asked about your worst customer, you asked about his favorite drink—stupid, meaningless questions that passed the time. But then he shifted gears, his voice dropping an octave.

“Why do you play these games with men?” he asked, his eyes boring into you.

You leaned back in your chair, tilting your head with a smirk. “Why do you care? You jealous or something?”

His lips twitched, but he didn’t rise to the bait. “You’re better than this. You don’t need to stoop to their level.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing your shot and knocking it back without hesitation. The burn was sharp, but it was better than answering his judgmental nonsense.

When it was your turn, you didn’t hold back. “Why do you keep coming here? You’re not exactly the life of the party, and I know damn well you’re not here for the drinks.”

His answer came without hesitation. “Because I like watching you.”

The way he said it—calm, certain, without an ounce of embarrassment—sent a chill down your spine. You bristled, grabbing the bottle to pour another shot, but your hands felt unsteady.

By the time the game ended, your head was buzzing, the room spinning slightly as you leaned against the counter. You hated how easy it was for him to get under your skin, how his words lingered like smoke in the air.

Nanami stood, rounding the bar with an ease that set your teeth on edge. His hand brushed your arm, steadying you when you tried to push yourself upright.

“You’re done for the night,” he said firmly, his voice softer than before. “Let me get you home.”

You snorted, shaking his hand off. “I don’t need you playing knight in shining armor. I can take care of myself.”

“I’m sure you can,” he said, unfazed. “But you’ve had too much to drink. Let’s go.”

Something in his tone—calm, commanding—made you falter. For a moment, you considered arguing, but your head was spinning too much to fight.

“Fine,” you muttered, grabbing your coat. “But if you try anything, I swear I’ll make you regret it.”

His lips quirked into the faintest smirk. However he didn’t respond. 

As he guided you out into the cool night air, his hand resting lightly on your back, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d just lost a game you didn’t even know you were playing.

You woke up in a place… that wasn’t your place.

The air was cold and faintly sterile, the dim hum of fluorescent lights overhead making your pounding head feel even worse. You blinked, your vision adjusting to the stark, empty room around you.

A mattress lay on the ground beneath you, thin and uninviting. Your ankle itched, and when you looked down, your heart stopped.

A chain. Bolted to a post in the floor.

Your breath quickened as your eyes darted around. Dog bowls sat nearby—one filled with water, the other empty.

And then there was the door. Heavy, steel, with a keypad blinking faintly next to it.

What the hell is this?

You tugged at the chain, panic setting in. The cold bite of the metal against your skin made it clear it wasn’t budging. Your mind raced, piecing together fragments of memories, but they all blurred together, leaving you with nothing.

That’s when you heard it—footsteps. Slow, deliberate, and heavy enough to send a chill down your spine.

The steel door creaked open, and there he was.

Nanami Kento.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with an unsettling calmness. His sharp suit was gone, replaced with casual slacks and a fitted shirt that seemed oddly out of place given the setting. But it wasn’t his appearance that unnerved you—it was his expression.

Steady. Composed. Like none of this was unusual.

“You’re awake,” he said, his deep voice calm as he stepped closer.

Your heart pounded as you glared at him, your voice sharp. “What the fuck is this, Nanami?”

He sighed, crouching down just enough to meet your gaze. “It’s for your own good.”

“For my—” You cut yourself off with a bitter laugh, yanking at the chain on your ankle. “You call this for my own good? Are you insane?”

His expression didn’t change, though something flickered in his eyes. “You don’t take care of yourself,” he said simply. “You drink too much, you stay out too late, and you trust the wrong people. You’re reckless.”

“Reckless?” you snapped, your voice rising. “And chaining me to the floor isn’t!”

Nanami’s lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze steady. “You’re alive, aren’t you?”

The weight of his words hit you harder than you expected, leaving you momentarily speechless.

“I’ve watched you,” he continued, his voice softer now, almost tender. “You pretend to be in control, but you’re not. You’re just surviving, waiting for something to take you out. I’m not going to let that happen.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the intensity in his gaze froze the words in your throat.

“I’ll take care of you,” he said, his tone resolute. “Even if it means protecting you from yourself.”

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.

“I heard a litter can tame a bitch,” he murmured, his lips curling into a faint smirk. “Maybe we can find out.”

[tateypots]

The Bet

18+ MDNI

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader

Summary: When you run into financial difficulty your contractor offers an unorthodox way to save money on your kitchen refurb.

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: This is my submission for @sp00kymulderr dick pronoun challenge. I am slightly outside the deadline but hopefully I will be forgiven!

Warnings: Dub-con due to a bet being involved but everyone is willing and has a very good time. Reader has breasts and a vagina and an ass that jiggles but otherwise is not described. Joel is kind of a creep but also kind of sweet. Descriptions of an emotionally and verbally abusive partner (not Joel), dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected piv (don’t do that), pet names and of course genital pronouns. Let me know if I missed anything!

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You should have been mortified when he suggested it. But having been laid off without warning, quickly followed by being abandoned by your husband of 8 years had not left you in the best frame of mind. And with finances now tight you desperately needed a win. You couldn’t put the house on the market with a half-finished kitchen so you’d hounded Joel about finishing on schedule following a string of delays. When he finally got sick of you he made his proposition.

“Look honey, you need to leave me alone so I can get some work done so how about this. Lets make a bet, I’m confident I can get this done by the agreed date so if you leave me alone and I don’t get it finished on time I’ll knock half off the price, how does that sound?”

“Deal!”

“Now hold on a second darlin’ what about if I do finish on time?”

“You get paid in full.”

“Well I’d get that if we didn’t make the bet, hardly seems fair that if you win you get something you want and if I win I get nothin’ now does it?

“Ok, what do you want?”

He made no effort to hide the way his gaze slid over your body before he replied, “I want to fuck your little pussy.”

You tried to be disgusted, you really did. But recent events had left you feeling numb. And Joel was not unattractive, even with his leering eyes and lecherous smirk. You may have caught yourself staring at the way the muscles rippled under his t shirt as he worked once or twice. You glanced around the shell of your kitchen and thought it unlikely it would be finished in 3 days given the pace of progress so far. Best case you’d get a cheap kitchen and buy yourself a bit of financial breathing space. Worst case you’d have to grin and bear a disappointing fuck and it’s not like you weren’t well versed in that. And if your husbands critique of your pussy and sex skills were anything to go by, Joel would also be disappointed which seemed like a poetic way to get him back for being such a creep. So after only a moment’s consideration you held out your hand to shake on the deal.

You’d watched with trepidation the next day as a veritable army of people turned up to work on your kitchen, by the end of the day you knew you were fucked. Literally and figuratively.

At the end of the next day, Joel proudly showed you round your shiny new kitchen, finished a full day ahead of schedule. It really was beautiful, Joel’s craftsmanship second to none. You couldn’t help but feel sad that you wouldn’t get to enjoy it for long.

“It’s amazing Joel, really. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome honey.”

To his credit he didn’t pounce on you straight away like you’d imagined he would have. Instead he watched as you wandered round the space, marvelling at all the little details, taking it all in. But you could feel his eyes on you, knew what came next. A bets a bet and you couldn’t deny he’d pulled it out of the bag.

“Now, I know the terms of the bet were that I’d get to fuck your pussy but my cock, well he’s a lot to take. Why don’t you take a look at him and decide whether you might let me prepare you first,” he suggested when you finally turned to face him. You gave him a hesitant nod.

He pulled his cock out and you almost choked at the size. You’d guessed it was big from the size of his bulge but it seemed the restrictive denim of his jeans had downplayed what you would be dealing with. He had easily the biggest cock you’d ever seen, never mind taken.

“I think you better prepare me,” you murmured, the thought of taking him without it leaving you light headed.

“Atta girl, strip off and get up here,” he instructed, patting the counter of your newly built island.

You gave him a shaky nod and started peeling off your clothes. You wished you had the confidence to be sexy about it but years of your husband’s criticism and indifference had left you unsure and nervous. Meek and pathetic, you thought. You had realised somewhere over the last two days that you didn’t actually want Joel to be disappointed. Not from any desire to make him feel better about how this all came about but because if he was then it would mean all those horrible things your husband said about you were true. And you desperately didn’t want them to be. So you were trapped in the limbo of wanting to make this good and not having the confidence to follow through. Not trusting that if you tried you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself and in doing so lose so much more to Joel than a one time use of your body.

He watched as you peeled off your clothes and helped you jump up. You couldn’t stop the surprised yelp as the cold counter hit your bare behind.

“Don’t worry darlin’ gona get you nice and warmed up in no time,” he gave you a wink as he gently pushed your shoulders back down onto the counter, the cold sending a shiver down your spine but at least this time you were prepared for it. His hands slipped down from your shoulders to squeeze your breasts, earning you a delightful groan from him that hit you straight in the pussy.

“Been dreamin’ about this body darlin’ and it’s even better than I imagined it.”

You felt yourself blush at his praise and the feel of his large hands on your body as they stroked down over your tummy and hips, settling on the tops of your thighs.

“Spread your legs for me sweetheart, let me see my prize.”

You took a shaky breath and slid your thighs apart over the cool counter top. You braced yourself for his revulsion. For him to tell you that he’d changed his mind, replaying every horrible thing your husband had said to you over the years.

Instead he panted out a “fuck me,” while grabbing you by the thighs to pull you closer to the edge of the counter. “That’s a beautiful pussy you got there darlin’. Like a work of fuckin’ art. Got my boy droolin’ for ya, he’s real eager to get acquainted,” he emphasized his point by rubbing his hard dick against your inner thigh, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum in it’s (or rather his) wake.

You felt relief and the tiniest traces of confidence coursing through you at his positive assessment of your sex. He wasted no time, diving straight in, his tongue licking a wide path from your entrance to your clit, groaning the whole way. Your shocked gasp quickly morphed into a wanton moan as he licked and suckled your clit and you felt your arousal seeping out of you.

“Mmmm that’s it baby, get all messy for me,” he murmured, the vibrations tickling through your core and pushing you closer and closer to the edge, “my dick is so thirsty baby, he can’t wait to be smothered in your juices.”

“Fuck Joel,” you moaned as your back arched off the counter, your body winding tighter and tighter under his ministrations. You would be embarrassed at how quickly he had brought you this point if it hadn’t been years since anyone had made you feel this good, if you could think of anything but his tongue which had now dropped back to your entrance and was fucking into you, drinking down your arousal as though it was finest champagne the world had to offer.

Heaven. You were in heaven. With his thumb rubbing circles on your clit and his tongue inside you, your body ignited, every nerve jangling with the force of your orgasm. Your vision went white and your hand slapped down hard on the counter, the sting muted but grounding as you rode out your high, his tongue ceaselessly working you through it.

“Good girl, gona need another though,” he told you as he moved back up to your sensitive bundle of nerves. You cried out at the overstimulation as his tongue lapped at your nub again and again. He slipped two fingers into you, pumping in and out. It didn’t take long for your second orgasm to begin building deep in your core.

“Fuck you feel so good sweetheart. Gona feel so good around my cock, he’s never gona want to leave once he gets in!”

His mouth. Jesus, he was going to be the death of you. You’d never had anyone speak to you like that. Never thought you would be a fan of the dirty talk but at this point your pussy seemed to have a mind of her own, and she was greedily lapping up everything Joel gave, willing, eager and pliant.

He increased the pace of his fingers inside you and sucked your clit hard. Panting and boneless, all you could do was lie there and take it. Your husband would have called you a lazy slut, lying there and letting someone else do all the work but judging by the noises he was making, Joel was enjoying himself just as much as you were. Well maybe not quite as much. You were fairly sure no one else had ever felt as good as you did right now.

With a gentle graze of his teeth over your most sensitive spot your body seized as your orgasm crested, clenching his fingers and gushing around them as you wailed out your pleasure for him.

You came back down with a series of breathless groans, your body spasming with the aftershocks. Joel was stood at his full height, towering over you from between your spread legs. He had a concerned look on his face and it wasn’t until he leant forward and wiped a tear from your cheek that you realised you were crying.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked you.

Panic ripped through you at the thought, you wrapped your legs around him, locking him in position as you chanted out “no, no, no, no, no,” grabbing his arm, half hauling yourself up to him and half pulling him down to you, smashing your lips into his, desperate and greedy. Tasting yourself on his lips was the most erotic thing you had ever experienced and another wave of arousal trickled out of you.

Breaking from his lips, you murmered, “I’m not upset Joel, its just no one has ever made me feel this good. It’s a little overwhelming is all.”

“Dammit, knew that asshole wasn’t takin’ good care o’ you. He shoulda’ been worshipping you every day, fuckin’ fool,” he growled out, leaning back in to kiss you as your hands carded through his soft curls.

“Joel, lets go to the bedroom,” you suggested between kisses.

“Fuck yeah, time for my boy to get his reward.” He pulled you off the counter and caught you as your wobbly legs gave way beneath you, still not fully recovered from your orgasms.

“Lead the way sweetheart,” he instructed once you were steady enough. You took his hand and started to lead him out of the kitchen giving him his first full view of your backside. He grabbed you around the waist with a growl, spinning you and pressing your back into the wall.

“Fuck can’t wait sweetheart, he’s fit to bust after watching that beautiful ass jiggling, he needs inside you now darlin’.”

The little giggle you released at his desperation quickly turned into a moan as he hiked your thigh up over his hip and immediately began to press his thick cock inside of you. The stretch was unlike anything you’d ever experienced and your cunt burned as it gave way to make space for him. The burn quickly morphed into an all-encompassing warmth that spread through your body as he began to thrust into you, reaching parts of your body that had never been touched before.

You wailed and clung onto him, one of your hands pulling roughly at his hair while the other clutched at his shoulder, your nails digging half moons into his flesh. He grunted as he speared your pussy on his colossal cock again and again, driving you wild with a desire you’d never thought yourself capable of. For years your husband had made you believe that there was something wrong with you. That your ‘ugly and abnormal pussy’ was the reason you could never climax with him. Your sex drive had plummeted along with your confidence until sex was something you endured and never enjoyed. But now. Now you were aflame with lust as he pounded out every trace of feminism you had in your body. You’d happily abandon your whole life if it meant you got to keep bouncing on Joel’s magic cock.

“Fuck sweetheart, your pussy is so fuckin’ good, so warm and soft, she’s takin’ him so good.”

“Joel, fuck! He feels so good.”

“Yeah? You gona come on him sweetheart? Hug him real tight, make him feel loved?”

“Yes, fuck, I’m so close, please don’t stop.”

“Good girl. Give it to me!”

And you did. Your third orgasm barrelled into you, your vision blurred and you momentarily forgot how to breathe as you drowned in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck baby, he’s got a gift for your little pussy darlin’, he’s gona give it to her,” he babbled out as his hips began to lose their rhythm. “Here it comes, take it, take it.” He buried himself deep and you felt his warmth flooding your core as he groaned.

You both sagged against the wall, drained and sated. You were still clinging on to him, afraid of the moment he’d detach from you and disappear into the night now he’d claimed his prize. But he seemed in no rush to depart, still stuffed to the hilt in your cunt. He leant down and kissed you gently.

“You’re somethin’ else sweetheart. Wanna just stay here wrapped up in your sweet cunt.”

“Stay as long as you like, I don’t mind.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His head dipped into the crook of your neck as he wound his strong arms around you, holding you close.

“Joel, can I ask you something?” he nodded into your shoulder. “Have you made bets like this before? With other clients?”

He grunted a laugh into your neck before lifting his head. “No darlin’ this is the first time. Still can’t believe you agreed to it.”

“Yeah, well I really could have done with saving half on the kitchen,” you chuckled, “but I’ve actually never been so happy to lose a bet,” you confessed, nuzzling his cheek with your nose.

“Hmmm, maybe you could still get half off the kitchen,” he smirked at you and his hand trailed down your back.

“Oh yeah, what did you have in mind, another bet?”

“Not exactly. But I’m sure we could come to some kind of arrangement,” he hummed in your ear as his fingers ghosted over your asshole.

[nthspecialll]

Molly O'Shea, a fine lady?

Molly is known to be a very high society lady, and most certianly acts the part, however there exists a theory that she in fact might not be born into wealth. It is quite an unpopular theory, however I will give myself the freedom of showing the four pieces of evidence I have found and allowing you guys to make your own interpreations of it.

The very first thing a lot of people, myself included, is the vague langauge of her Rockstar introduction:

Most notibly the "she claims to be from a well-to-do Irish family", a very loose langauge that can't really be found with any of the other characters who have a very stern and direct langauge without this wavering. Like what do they mean "she claims to be"?

The second thing people notice is in the mission Polite Society, Valentine Style where Tilly asks if they should have asked Molly to come with them and Karen replies "oh no, Miss O'Shea is far too high and mighty now for the likes for us or to do any real work. She is a society lady, now." The empthasis on "now" has caught a lot of peoples attention as it seems to be something that hasn't always been there, which would contradict Molly's own claims.

Third piece of "evidence", if you wish to call it that, is part of a camp convosation with Sean:

(Sean) CMLL9_ACT_A_11 = ~z~I knew it. You're a snotty nosed little West Briton.

(Molly) CMLL9_ACT_A_12 = ~z~I am no such thing.

(Sean) CMLL9_ACT_A_13 = ~z~'Course you are. I see it now...

(Sean) CMLL9_ACT_A_14 = ~z~You probably have a family with big farmhouses and titles...

(Sean) CMLL9_ACT_B_1 = ~z~Ah, you're all the same.

(Molly) CMLL9_ACT_B_2 = ~z~Hey! Don't you spread lies about me!

Strangely enough I have never heard that last line in the game despite it being in the files mixed with all the other stuff that hasn't been cut, it is also still in the audio files, so I don't really know why I haven't found it in game.

The last thing I wish to present is once again a convosation with Ms Karen Jones, who seems to know a lot more about Molly than the rest of the gang, as well as being the only one to truely grieve her.

The convosation is in chapter four when Molly is pacing and having self doubt. Karen sees her, they talks shortly until Karen tells her "Listen... it's a hard life, this world... for anyone born without means. Any as judges those who find it hard, is a fool. I'm a lot of things, I'm not quite a fool." Which seems like a very strange thing to say if you are trying to comfort a person who was born with means as it hints at Karen understanding Molly because they both struggle due to a lack of money.

These are the pieces of "evidence" I have found, I will not claim I am 100% right about this as there is also evidence pointing the other direction, but I thought I would share either way.

[starry-iris]

I had such a cool dream about Michael tonight. I've been up for 2 hours or something trying to recreate how he looked like in my dream. The drawings are at the end of the post, please read the dream before looking at them, because my art skills don't match what I saw in the dream.

In it, I first saw everything from the first point of view. I woke up on the street, under a pizzeria on the main street of my city. It was dark outside, the sky was completely black and I barely could see anything. It was so late that even the street lights were turned off. I saw a man closing the last shop that was located inside an avenue nearby. He was switching off the last bit of light.

I had no possessions on me, they were all left behind In a pizzeria (maybe I fell asleep there, and was kicked out when it was closing, I'm not entirely sure). It was cold outside as if it was early autumn. I had no coat, and I might have had no shoes on me.

I walked to my bus stop and looked at the tabloid that announced bus times. My bus was due, and it arrived almost immediately. It was a big coach, the one that only goes outside of the city. It was almost full, and it seemed like there were no free seats left.

I stumbled inside, I felt very weak in my legs. The bus started to move, and I said to the driver, while still on the stairs "Sorry, I have no money, I cannot pay you, but I really need to get home". Other passengers looked at me with judgment, but the bus driver was quiet for a second and then gestured for me to sit beside him, on the last unoccupied seat.

Then my point of view switched, and I was watching Michael talking to a bus driver from my seat. Possibly I was Michael all along.

He was dressed in a light blue button-up shirt, not exactly the one you would see on a blue-collar worker, but something softer and more casual looking. He was dressed too lightly for such a late and cold night. He looked as if he was from a well-drawn cartoon. His hair was as usual, golden and wavy, one of his eyes blue. His right eye looked blind, with a red pupil, and the iris was much lighter than his seeing eye.

He looked all lost and confused. He claimed he had a very bad memory, and that he just got unlucky, falling asleep and ending up in the town that late.

But once the bus moved outside of the city, he changed. He started to smile, and tell the bus driver everything he knew would get him to listen, and everything to get under his skin. That facade of a poor lost soul was gone. He made sure that the bus driver would want to go to seek help in the Institute, and he spoke as if John was already listening to him. He said "I know what you are looking for" to the Archivist.

Some time had gone by, and the bus arrived at Michael's stop. It was a tiny village, with barely any houses. He smiled, and looked at the bus driver, with a sticker of a smiley face covering his seeing eye. He stared at him for a moment, until the dream abruptly ended.

Here's the attempts to recreate the last scene and more "innocent" version of him.

I also want to put some examples that capture the art style better. Also, if anyone who can draw better than me wants to draw this, PLEASE DO IT, I'M GOING CRAZY OVER NOT BEING ABLE TO DRAW HIM LIKE HE WAS IN THE DREAM, I NEED THIS ART TO EXIST IN REAL LIFE

Art by @thoriffix

It captures how cartoons the style was

And this art by @marshallmigraine

And this one captures the proportions and generally how he looked like.

Note: he had no distortions besides that smiley face on his eye in the end. And the smiley face looked like it was plastered on top in photoshop

[lifegoesonevenifeverybodyisgone]

Sharpodonties, Currency Exchange, and How Much Money Vertin Can Actually Make

Honestly looking at some of the richer character's belongings I think about how rich Vertin must be.

It takes around 180 Clear Drops to have one pull. I heard some players having 100 pulls or the regulars having around 30-40 pulls. This means Vertin at some points can have 6 of Isolde's designer jewels or multiple copies of designer shoes.

The evaluation of their prices are based on Pandora Wilson's biases since Pavia's jewelry has gotten a negative value status (which I find improbable in real life objects).

The valuation of the objects are a little bit more unreliable because the characteristics of money is that it is:

Uniform (5 pesos is 5 pesos, 1 dollar is 1 dollar regardless of person)

Value (it is seen as a transfer of value) (This replaced barter since barter requires the "coincidence of wants" which means Person A wants what Person B has and vice versa. This doesn't always happen, thus the need of a universal transfer of value: currency)

Portability (can carried around)

Durability (not perishable)

So what currencies do we have in Reverse 1999? Well it seems that we have: Clear Drops and Sharpodonties.

Dust is not a currency since it is a transfer of energy NOT a transfer of value. So it is more like a power up snack. It seems to be a gatherable resource from arcane energy.

(Does it have anything to do with Apeiron?)

Anyways, back to the two currencies, it is clear that Clear Drops are considered more valuable than Sharpodonties. It might have something to do with the storm since it's shape seems to be going up. At the same time, it appears to be like crystal...so like gold currency perhaps?

Sharpodonties, in the other hand, are the more commonly mentioned, used, and exchanged currency.

It seems to be a universal and exclusive arcanist currency that is used by arcanists around the world.

For example, Zima (Russian) and Kanjira (Indian) both use Sharpodonties.

It seems like it wasn't always this appearance since Sharpodonties underwent currency evolution like other currencies do. In Melania's event, she was in charge of protecting the Mainedonty.

The Donty currency family have a collective characteristic to bite and to sense arcane blood. The Sharpodonty then becomes a perfect currency for exclusive use by Arcanists. It is portable, valued, durable, and assumes a uniform form. Surprisingly enough, it is also...edible.

If we look into some stories, you would see that Sharpodonties are listed amongst ledgers.

In Medpoc's 2nd story, it is basically a ledger of their expenses:

Pioneer, who is a businessman, also seems to use US Dollars and Sharpodonties at the same time for transactions.

Now the question is: What is the exchange rate between a US Dollar and a Sharpodonty?

It is not always clear because we have to account for inflation, supply and demand, and other factors. But I have a clue.

Looking back at Medicine Pocket's ledgers, they listed different items that they purchased with Sharpodonties. Let us use DOG TOYS as an example using this example from real life:

Given:

$ 3.30 per 1 teething dog toy (real life)

o 40 per 15 dog toys (Medpoc)

Question: What is the exchange rate between US Dollars and Sharpodonties?

Let's determine the price of the dog toy in the 1990s.

We can reasonably assume that the exchange rate between Arcanist currency and dollars will change depending on the state of US currency. Using equivalent exchange, I determined that the price of a teething dog toy is $1.36 dollars per dog toy in the 1990s.

2. Find the rate of Sharpodonties per dog toy.

This will help both currencies have a comparable object to compare prices to. Let us summarize Sharpodonties into an abbreviation called ACS (Arcanist Sharpodonty) using the same naming convention used in real life currencies. 1 dog toy is equivalent to 2.67 ACS or 1.36 USD.

3. Find exchange rate.

Using equivalent exchange again, we can determine that the exhange rate between ACS and USD is:

1 ACS = 0.51 USD in the 1990s(forgive my error, the exchange rate from 1 USD to ACS is 1 USD = 1.96 ACS NOT the other way around)

If we are to consider that Arcanist currency hasn't deflated in value but USD has, then the current exchange rate as of 2024 will be:

1 ACS = 1.23 USD or 1 USD = 0.81 ACS (0.80909091) which means that ACS has become a more valuable currency.

I converted the ACS to other modern day currencies of Russia and Great Britain.

That means that Zima's quill costs around 758.85 Russian Rubles today and Kanjira's headband costs around 73.17 Indian Rupees.

Digger's Bubble Glasses will then be around 65.05 British Pounds. Feel free to use this chart for converting the price of items that the characters have.

I didn't account for Clear Drops since 1) it is not an often used currency, 2) I have not seen a general (not handcrafted or unique item) item that I can compare to a real life item.

What does this mean when it comes to Vertin's income? She earns 9000 ACS everytime she goes to Mintage Aesthetics. This means she earns around 11,070 Dollars for each trip. She also has passive income. If she uses all her energy (let's say 7 times a day to account for 190 stamina) each day, she earns around $77,490 each day or around $2,324,700 a month. Of course, we are not accounting the passive income that she can earn from the Wilderness or from rewards or gifts.

In conclusion, Vertin and her gang are easily rolling in dough!

[degenerata69]

Yet again, with another Stancest prompt for y'all. This time, with some age gap.

So Mullet Stanley and Paranoid Ford are fighting, and Stanley falls into the portal, but instead of going to another dimension, he goes back in time to New Jersey, three months after being kicked out.

The first thing he wants to do is to look for himself, so he finds El Diablo in the parking lot he used to stay in, but there is no one, so he figures that they exchanged places. He hopes that Ford will bring him back soon, but he starts debating if he should talk to Ford from this dimension. He was the one who built the portal, so he should know something and maybe give him some bandages from the scar him from the future gave him.

Meanwhile, Paranoid Ford is having a panic attack, feeling guilty that he burned his brother's flesh and made him fall into the portal. He tries to turn it on and sees a silhouette that is coming out. But it is not his Stanley. Rather, a young but neglected one. One who he abandoned 10 years ago.

He was drunk off his ass and any attempts to talk to him were useless. Once young Stanley realized it was Stanford, he just rambled even more. Talking about how he was about to suck someone off in exchange for some gas money. Hearing the confession made him forget about the anomalies, Bill, the destruction of the universe, and anything resembling fear, rather changing to anger.

He questioned Stanley about it, how long he had been doing it, and why he wanted to do it. The younger twin just answered it would have been the first time if he got to the man to the bathroom instead of the future, and he'd figure that the only meaningful skill he had was to suck his brother off so might as well make it a profit.

"Well, if you want to perform oral sex for the sake of shelter, might as well do it with this twenty-something-year-old scientist," that statement made young Stanley grin, clumsily unbuttoning Ford's pants. He wasn't sure if it was his brother, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be loved.

Well, that's part one, I'll work on the rest of the prompt when I get home.

IDK if this is implied, but given my busy schedule, most likely, I won't be able to turn all my prompts into actual fanfics. So, if you want to use these prompts, you are more than welcome to do so, I only ask for credits as inspiration 😁.

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Dusted Rivalries - Chapter Seven

Chapter Six | Master List | Chapter Eight

Call of Duty Fic - Task Force 141 - Cowboy AU

Summary: You tried so hard, but somehow your hardest wasn't enough. Your distraught, but the boys are still proud of you.

Paring: You'll find out soon :3

Words: 2,628

Warnings: Reader is upset, lil depressed, overthinking slightly

A/N: This ones more of a filler chapter, but I really like it :3 I think we're gonna dive into it a lil more after this one!

“How long has she been in there?”

Johnny’s hands tapped against the kitchen table, slightly slumped over and face creased with worry. The third-place ribbon sat in the middle of the table, bright red contrasting against the dusty and scratched wood. His brows knit together in worry, his non-stop tapping on the table the only sound in the room.

“Since we got back from the dog show… I don't think she’s handling it well. She wanted to win, for the farm. Third place prize isn’t much,” Kyle replies. He sat adjacent to Johnny, watching his fingers tap against the wood with a defeated expression. He was by no means disappointed in you, he was disappointed at the judges. In his opinion, you did the best out of everyone at that dog show. Considering Dolly was an older dog, and you both had only trained for about a week. He was proud, but they all knew no matter how much they tried to convince you, you’d only fall deeper into the hole you were digging for yourself right now.

“She shouldn’t beat herself up over it, she did well!” Johnny exclaims, sighing and resting his head in his palm. He felt horrible that you were beating yourself up over this, he almost felt as if they should be blaming it on themselves. They were the ones with money problems and now you're trying to help them.

In a way it was their fault, if you agreed or not.

Kyle and Johnny remained slumped over at the table as John walked in, holding his mug to his lips. His brows knit together, obviously feeling the aftermath of the dog show as well. “Have you heard from her?”

Both men shake their heads, Johnny lifting his gaze to meet John’s. “She hasn’t left her room,” he mutters, tracing his fingers against the wood grain of the table with a sigh.

“What do we do? She’d probably want time alone, but she’s a mess. I don’t want to leave her like this, we don’t know how she might get when she’s depressed like this,” Kyle sighs. His gaze stays locked onto the table as he speaks, his mind silently drifting off to things he didn’t want to think about. 

They were overthinking and they knew it, but they couldn’t help but think of the bad things that could happen. In the drive home, you were distraught, sobbing apologies without barely breathing at all. No one knew what to do or how to help. Johnny has become your pillow the whole way, his shirt stained with your tears. He didn’t know what to say, all he could do was keep his arm tightly around your side and let you cry. That’s all he knew what to do.

“She hasn’t eaten since she got home as well. She had a shit breakfast because of the rush we were in,” Johnny adds, watching John practically wince at the information.

“I don’t want to drag her out of her room, but…”

The room goes silent as they count their options. Dragging you out seemed a bit excessive, but if you needed to eat they wanted to make sure you did. Meanwhile, if they left you in there by yourself, they didn't know if you would come out to eat at all and that scared them.

The silence is broken by the front door, the loud racket making them snap their head towards the door and watch as Simon trudges inside, throwing off his rain-soaked coat and peeling away his shoes that were leaking over the floor.

“How’s the old girl?” Johnny asks, studying how he was soaked from the rain. His mask was clinging to his face, it had to be making it hard to breathe.

“Bit cold, gave her her coat. She’ll stay warmer in the stables, so I let her in there. She’s covered in mud, couldn’t bring her inside,” he mutters in response as he turns and locks the door before walking into the kitchen. He made a beeline for the kettle, flicking it on and taking a mug out of the cupboard. “She seems fine… not exhausted or anything,” he continues almost reluctantly.

“Better than lass, she’s a mess,” Johnny mutters and returns his attention to tracing the wood grains. Simon stares at him for a moment, his brows furrowing as he watches the concern pasted on everyone's face. 

“What's up with her?” he mutters as he takes a seat at the table with his cup of tea in hand, slowly sipping at it.

“She got third place in the dog show, you would’ve known if you came,” Johnny explains, eyeing him with a raised brow as if he was questioning him why he didn’t come. He gestures to the red ribbon on the table and then continues. “She’s beating herself up over it. Absolute wreck.”

“She didn’t win anything but a ribbon?”

“She won one grand cash… but she thinks it ain’t enough.”

John hums and frowns, setting his mug on the table. “That’s plenty, that helps us. That can buy the horse feed, lets us put more money towards our debt?”

“She wanted first, we all hoped for it. The first was a whopping ten grand, which would’ve helped a lot. But one grand still helps, if she thinks it does or not,” Johnny continues with a sigh.

“She can’t stay in that room, she needs to take her mind off it,” Kyle says with a sigh as he pushes himself up from the table. He fixes his jacket as he takes a few steps back, mentally preparing himself for the mess he’ll probably find you in.

“Want us to come with?” Johnny mutters, sitting up further so he’s ready to leap up if needed.

Kyle pauses for a moment. He knew you’d like to see them all, but what if all of them coming into your room would overwhelm you? He didn’t want to take that risk when you were already in such a fragile state. “I’ll go in and ask, don’t want to overwhelm her, huh?”

The boys all nod in understanding, letting Kyle walk up the hallway to your room. He pauses outside the wooden door, the white paint covered in scratches and dints over years of this house being lived in. He reaches out to knock, but his body pauses as he hears a muffled sound coming from inside. He hesitates, holding his breath and he leans in further to get a better idea of what that sound was. 

There it is again.

His heart wrenches as he realises what that sound is, you were crying. He hated that sound, he wanted to barge inside and wrap you up in his arms, whisper to you it was okay and that they were all proud of you regardless of the results. He gains the courage and gently knocks on your door, listening to your sniffles pause and you clear your throat. 

“Come in,” your voice cracks slightly as you call out.

He gently pushes the door open, his eyes widening slightly as he witnesses you cuddled underneath your sheets, eyes red and puffy with tear stains running down your face still. Your nose is red from blowing it so much, still sniffling lightly. His heart breaks as he sees you in such an upset state. 

His eyes trail down, noticing how the bed sheets are mostly tangled and the pile of used tissues in a small bin next to the bed. His eyes dart around the room for a moment. The whole bedroom was shrouded in darkness, the thick curtains not letting any light pass. The few posters and small items you placed around the room to make it more homey, so you feel more comfortable in here. You had just randomly started living here, considering the boys were so kind to you and you felt like you just clicked in instantly. It was better than the shitty flat you had tried to afford, although it was a struggle in today's economy. It was infinitely better than staying at your dad's ranch, there wasn’t any yelling nor being lectured that ‘you were an equestrian, you have to know how to do dressage! That's what the whole ranch is dedicated to!’. 

You sniffled again as Kyle stepped further into the room, his brows furrowing with worry as his eyes darted over your form. “Oh love, this isn’t good for you,” he murmurs as he sits down on the edge of the bed with you, watching the tears glisten in your eyes. 

“I didn’t win… I let everyone down…” you murmur, stuffing a tissue into your face again to clear the tears that had started to fall again.

“You didn’t let anyone down, you did us all proud, love. That one grand you won? That still helps. That keeps our horses fed, so we can still look after the cattle. Trust me, it helps.”

He reaches out to place his hand on your shoulder, trying to offer comfort without overstepping boundaries. His fingers gripped your shoulder gently, trying to bring you back to earth and out of your mind. He could tell it was a dark place right now. He didn’t want you to fight this alone.

“But-”

“No buts, love,” he murmurs, lifting his hand and placing his thumb over your lips. Your heart flutters at the touch, feeling the warmth of his thumb against your lips as he traces them gently. “You did us all proud. We are so proud of you. You came third place out of how many people? Like… thirty? That's amazing love. You did well, stop beating yourself up over it.”

He watches your lips tremble and turn into a pout, his heart thumping at his chest and screaming at him to just pick you up into his arms. His fingers twitched against your shoulder. You almost didn’t realise until he squeezed just a little tighter.

You let out a sigh in defeat, you knew that you wouldn't be able to keep this up with him and the rest of them would be feeling the same. You wouldn't win against all of them. You weren’t sure about Simon though, he might not care at all for all you know. 

“Now c’mon love, let's get some food and water into you,” he murmurs, gently pulling your shoulder to get you out of bed. You reluctantly follow, knowing you won’t be able to get out of this no matter how hard to fight. You let him untangle your feet from the bed sheets. His hands were caring and gentle, soft skin brushing against your own.

With a groan you push yourself up, letting the soft blankets fall off your shoulders. You notice his eyes linger for a moment before he pulls you up, smiling warmly as he helps you up onto wobbly feet. You hold onto him as he leads you back into the hallway, the sunlight filtering in through the windows momentarily blinding you. You watch your feet as you walk for a moment, padding against the hard wooden floor before the sound of hushed voices from the kitchen catches your attention.

As soon as you step into the kitchen, the light tries to blind you once again. Once your eyes adjust, you’re met with faces etched with worry and concern. Johnny’s worry was the most obvious, his brows furrowed and his body rigid. His lips were pressed together, almost pouting as he watched you walk in, and he was quick to question. “How are yer feelin’ lass?”

“Yeah… I’m okay,” you reply softly, your voice a croaky mess from not talking for a while and the non-stop crying. Your reply earns you a glare and a raised eyebrow from Kyle as if he was challenging what you said. He knew you weren’t really okay.

“We just need to get her to eat,” Kyle speaks for you, removing his hand from your shoulder and resting it at his side. Your shoulders slump slightly from the loss of contact, but you didn’t dare to mention it.

John sits up at the mention of food. “I’ll cook us some lunch,” he murmurs before he busies himself in the kitchen. The soft clatter of pots and pans follows as he begins to cook.

Kyle leads you to a seat next to Johnny who instantly sits up as you plunk yourself down with a huff. “Yer know we’re proud of yer lass, right? You did us all proud out there,” Johnny murmurs, leaning down slightly so he can look you in the eyes as he tries to convince you. 

You hum in response, still not fully believing it but knowing better than to argue back about it. Your fingers trace the grains of wood on the table, studying the way it wraps around each knot in the wood. Johnny sighs softly and stands, moving behind you for a moment. ”Just know we’re proud, yeah?” he says softly before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Heat pools in your stomach at the unexpected show of affection,  your fingers curling into your fist. “Yeah…” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. He smiles and pats your shoulder before leaving the room.

Kyle grins at the interaction, squeezing your shoulder before following Johnny. You hear their voices slowly quieten, saying something about Dolly as they head out the back door.

Your chest squeezes as you notice you're now left in the room, alone.

With Simon.

His gaze has remained hard the whole time, not leaving you. You don’t know if you're supposed to say something, stand up against him. Yell at him that you're not scared, or just run out of the room and find Johnny and Kyle again. You’d rather deal with Johnny’s bold moves and overly friendly nature than Simon’s stoic one.

His eyes harden slightly as he studies you for a moment longer, his arms crossed in front of his chest. You feel your stomach flutter in anxiety, your palms already starting to sweat under his intense gaze. 

You feel your whole body break out in a cold sweat as he pushes himself off the cabinet he was leaning on, slowly stepping towards the table before taking a seat. The chair creaks slightly under his weight, but you could swear you could snap under the weight of his gaze.

“You did well, y’know”

You jump upright at his statement, confusion clouding your brain. He said what? You knew he hated the idea of the dog show, but you had gone against his wishes to do it. You would’ve thought you’d come home if you had won or not and would’ve gotten your ear torn off by him. But he just… complimented you? Was this actually Simon, or maybe you were sleeping. Maybe all of this was a dream. 

You stutter slightly as you make yourself reply. “Sorry?”

He grunts softly but repeats. “You did well. Y’know, in the dog show.”

Your face heats up as the realisation of what he said hits you. He thinks you’ve done well. Your heart flutters slightly as you feel your mouth become dry. 

He notices your stuttering and how you struggled to speak, then continues. “You taught Dolly well, she looked like she had fun,” he mutters almost reluctantly. You open your mouth to question but he beats you to it. “I watched it online.” He pauses for a moment, running over his words in his mind. His fingers gripped the table as he struggled to find his words. “I should’ve come… I…” he pauses again, physically struggling to get the words out. You sit and watch in silence, waiting for him to finish his sentence. “I’m sorry.”

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