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[vynegar]

vyn 5th birthday ssr, part one

so… it has (yet again) been almost a year and a half since my last translation. honestly i didn’t expect to be back either since i’ve been taking a hiatus from reading CN server cards, so this is a surprise to me too! there were just some parts of this story i really liked and wanted to translate, so here we are. i hope you enjoy!

disclaimer (there is an extra one): this is a fan translation and i am not fluent in chinese, so keep in mind that there will be mistakes. please also note that although i’m translating this story, i don’t necessarily agree with everything that’s said in the story or with how it handles certain topics (mainly regarding the justice system and mental illness). feel free to let me know if you have questions, concerns, or comments.

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[PART ONE]

[0:31] Themis Law Firm

It was lunch hour, and the drowsy atmosphere spread through the office like a virus. Sunlight blurred the words on my screen until they were hard to distinguish. My thoughts were starting to wander, as the red circle I had drawn on my desktop calendar looked especially bright.

MC: (Come to think of it, it’s almost Vyn’s birthday…)

Last year we were stuck in Svart because of the Appointment Ceremony, but this year things were quiet. However, I couldn’t be sure if this was simply the quiet before the storm, or if Eirik had truly understood Vyn’s resolve after we escaped…

MC: (Either way… last year was tumultuous, but this year we should be able to peacefully celebrate Vyn’s birthday. Maybe I should ask him what his thoughts are…)

I unlocked my phone. Figuring that Vyn was probably still taking his afternoon nap, I instead started to search restaurants he might be interested in…

Kiki: Huh!? Is this real?!

The quiet office broke out into commotion; Kiki’s shout startled me so much I almost dropped my phone.

Kiki: MC, look at this.

Before I could react, my vision was completely obstructed by a phone screen Kiki reached over to show me.

???: I, Zheng Yan, have had my life ruined by false charges! My family was torn apart, and now they’re all dead! Do I really deserve all this?! Yes, I’ve made mistakes. But if this is all just karma, then where’s the karma for the people who harmed me?!

Kiki was showing me a livestream of a middle-aged man standing on a rooftop. His face was haggard, his hair was mostly white, and he made no attempt to conceal his pain and despair. The hoarse shouting was scattered to the fierce winds.

Zheng Yan: You’re all good people, but I… I just don’t want to live anymore!

MC: What?!

The man stepped over the railing. His cumbersome body seemed like he might lose his balance at any moment, causing several more people in the office to cry out in alarm.

MC: Is he livestreaming his suicide?!

Kiki: Yes. He’s only just started, but the stream already has over a million hits.

A livestreamed suicide made for a shocking headline. Before long, the law firm was filled with continuous sound of the man’s laments.

Zheng Yan: My son is just a boy, but because we didn’t have the money for his treatment, all he could do in the end was just wait at home to die. When he was in so much pain he couldn’t sleep, I was in prison. When he was on his deathbed crying out for his dad, I was still in prison! I’m despicable. I should just die! I’m sorry, Xiao Zhuo, I’m so sorry… (1)

He was crawling on the ground, weeping. I couldn’t help but frown at the sight of such a heartbroken father.

MC: What happened to him? What made him like this?

Kiki: It seems like he was wrongfully imprisoned in Svart, but he hasn’t gone into specifics.

MC: Svart?

The sobbing gradually stopped. Zheng Yan calmed himself, then looked back into the camera.

Zheng Yan: But before I die, I won’t let the person who harmed me get away with it!  I’m going to show everyone your true colors!

[flashback]

[3:39] Interrogation Room

The room was dim. With the only window facing a hallway, even the alternation of day and night had lost all meaning here. Worse still was the unrelenting rain – like hypnotic white noise, the incessant thunderstorm wore down even the most resilient of minds.

Zheng Yan didn’t know how long had passed, but based on the increasing impatience of his interrogator, Detective Jack, he figured his custody limit was almost up (2). Just hang in there a little longer, he thought. They had simply gotten the wrong guy. Soon, he would be free, and once he was out of the police station he could go home to Stellis. It was summer, which meant Xiao Zhuo’s birthday was coming up. Zheng Yan hadn’t seen his son since coming to Svart. Did his son still remember him…?

???: Ahem.

A coffee spoon clinked against the walls of the cup. The crisp sound immediately interrupted his wistful daydreams.

???: You seem distracted.

Ah yes, how could he forget. There was someone else in the room.

A young man sat across from him nonchalantly, holding a coffee mug. There was nothing remarkable about his appearance – except his unforgettable eyes. Zheng Yan had been to prison in Stellis and seen people with all sorts of looks in their eyes: those muddled with desire, those agonized by regret… but he had never seen eyes so clear that they made him feel ashamed. People had weaknesses because they had a goal, and this man seemed to have no goal.

Zheng Yan: Oh… what were we talking about…?

Although the atmosphere wasn’t tense, Zheng Yan still felt a sense of unease. The young man hadn’t revealed his name, only that he was a psychology consultant invited by the police and that he just wanted to chat with him. It didn’t sound very formal, almost as if the police were out of other options… However, it was still possible that this was just a smokescreen for something else. What had this person been thinking when Zheng Yan was lost in his own thoughts?

Young man: We were talking about how the different the weather is in Svart compared to Stellis. You are still not accustomed to it.

The young man easily brought up the trivial topic, wasting the police’s precious time.

Zheng Yan: Ah… that’s right, summer here is nothing compared to summer in Stellis! Xiao Zhuo’s mom would always make a big pot of mung bean soup around this time of year, and any leftovers we would make into mung bean popsicles. Whenever Xiao Zhuo got so hot he was sweating like a pig, he would eat one to cool off. You probably haven’t had mung bean soup before, have you? Back when I was in Stellis, it was too sweet for me, but now I miss the stuff.

Young man: I have tried making it before, but it is not as hot here as it is in Stellis. Its cooling effect was not that apparent.

Zheng Yan: Oho, sounds like you’re interested in Stellis! You’ve even tried making mung bean soup. I didn’t think people from Svart had even heard of the dish.

Young man: Is that enough to count as “interest?” Although, it is true that I would like to visit Stellis.

The man was reticent, but it was the first time he showed an emotion that Zheng Yan could not understand.

Zheng Yan: Sounds good! When you have a chance, come visit me at my home. People from Stellis are very welcoming to guests.

Young man: “Visit you at your home”… So you believe you still have a chance of leaving.

The man responded to Zheng Yan’s promise with an almost-instinctual disdain, as if he knew something that Zheng Yan didn’t. His tone wasn’t even that of a question, it was one of finality.

Zheng Yan: Why wouldn’t I? I already said, I didn’t kill anyone. And the police haven’t found any evidence – are they planning on arresting a good person?

Zheng Yan unwittingly rose his voice. Ever since he’d been detained, everyone had been acting like he would never be able to leave… Why? He hadn’t killed anyone! The police had it all wrong, and there was no way they found any evidence. Once the custody limit was up, he would be free to go. Xiao Zhuo was still waiting for his dad. Zheng Yan was certain he’d be able to go home, of course he’d be able to, he had to.

Young man: You, a good person? Perhaps Stellis and Svart have very different definitions of what it means to be a “good person.”

Zheng Yan quickly realized that getting emotional was playing right into his hands… But no matter how much he tried to control himself, the derision in the man’s words wounded him deeply. When he left Stellis, Xiao Zhuo had said the same thing – sobbing, he said that he didn’t want a bad person as his dad. Xiao Zhuo was only a child, so that undisguised loathing had stabbed Zheng Yan right in the heart. He couldn’t help but clench his fists.

Young man: I saw your Stellis criminal record. First burglary, then armed robbery… just one crime after another. Right now your child is only seven years old, but the sum of all the prison terms you have been sentenced to is longer than the time he has been alive.

Zheng Yan: I admit it, I made a lot of mistakes in the past. I lost my way. But for Xiao Zhuo’s sake, I turned over a new leaf – I’m a changed man now!

Young man: Hah…

The man snorted. His blatant ridicule provoked Zheng Yan once again, even after Zheng Yan’s effort to calm himself down.

Zheng Yan: Is something funny?!

Young man: Why of course. I would love to ask Xiao Zhuo whether he thinks someone sitting handcuffed in an interrogation room is a “changed man.” I am sure he would laugh even harder than I did.

Zheng Yan: You have the wrong guy! I didn’t kill anyone, the cops made a mistake!

That had provoked Zheng Yan. His handcuffs made a harsh sound as metal scraped metal, a reminder of how dire and helpless his current situation was.

Young man: The police would not arrest someone without a good reason. Only you and the deceased were in the office when the crime occurred, and you do not even have a proper alibi. Do you really think you can escape this?

The man’s index finger tapped the table sporadically. In contrast with Zheng Yan’s agitation, he seemed certain of his victory.

Young man: You are only this relaxed because you believe the crime occurred in a locked room. As long as the police are unable to determine how you committed the crime, you will be released once your custody limit is up. But were your efforts really that flawless? To be honest with you, your custody limit is going to be extended again. This means that the police will have more time to investigate.

Zheng Yan: You guys—!

On the verge of being consumed by rage, Zheng Yan was no longer rational enough to discern the veracity of that statement. The young man paused, suppressing his annoyance at having to waste time talking to Zheng Yan, then put on a charitable expression.

Young man: There is a difference between choosing to turn yourself in and having to confess. I am sure you understand this better than I do, considering all the experience you have.

Because he wasn’t a police officer, the young man spoke with no reservation. Each word was filled with contempt for someone with a criminal record.

Zheng Yan: How can I confess to something I haven’t done!

Young man: Stop with the useless defiance. Have you thought about how your son would feel? Maybe when you left Stellis for a fresh start, he still had a sliver of hope for you. But if he knew how much of a coward you were, how you were trying to escape the consequences of your actions, I bet he would wish he never had someone like you as his father. You see, all you fathers are like this. You claim that you have your children’s best interests at heart, but in reality you are nothing but selfish!

Zheng Yan: That’s not true!

Zheng Yan pounded the table, but nothing could stop the man’s scathing words. The young man was still speaking, but Zheng Yan could no longer hear it. Once again, he recalled Xiao Zhuo’s sobbing face.

“I don’t want a bad person like you as my dad!”

“He would wish he never had someone like you as his father.”

The two voices wove together until they seemed to come from one person, and Zheng Yan couldn’t take it any longer.

Zheng Yan: Shut up! You’re lying! There’s no way… Xiao Zhuo is my son, there’s no way he wouldn’t want his dad!

Young man: Who would acknowledge a father who brings nothing but shame?

The man’s voice seemed to get sharper and sharper. Zheng Yan wished he could cover his ears but was unable to. With tears and snot streaming down his face, he knew he looked a complete mess already, but he just wanted the man to shut up.

Zheng Yan: Shut up! Shut up!

Young man: There you go again, trying to run away. How utterly humiliating it is for a son to have a father like you!

Would confessing to the crime shut that man up? He just had to confess, and that man would shut up. Then he would confess – to the murder or to whatever other crimes, he would confess to them all.

Zheng Yan: I… I did it. I confess.

Young man: Now if only you had done that earlier.

Completely numb, Zheng Yan didn’t even know what he was saying. He mechanically pressed his thumbprint to the document with his confession, signing it. Then, as if possessed, he looked again toward the young man.

Young man: *sigh*

The man hadn’t left yet. Of course the victor would want to stay behind to examine his spoils.

Sensing Zheng Yan’s gaze, the man looked back unflinchingly.

[11:11] [screen blacks out]

Zheng Yan vaguely recalled a nature documentary he had once watched with Xiao Zhuo back in Stellis. The eyes of a cheetah were visible from where it was silently hiding. It wasn’t that it had no goal, but rather that it had already determined its plan.

[11:19] Themis Law Firm

The sun was still high in the sky, but Zheng Yan’s narrative was so expressive that I felt like I was really in that dark, damp interrogation room.

Kiki: Do you think this Zheng Yan is telling the truth?

Kiki clearly felt the same way I did, as she subconsciously rubbed her arms and shuddered.

Kiki: Our current justice system is so refined that I don’t believe a confession could be induced or coerced… but his story is just so horribly realistic. It’s hard not to believe him.

MC: Right. Even if he were coerced to confess during the interrogation… There’s still a lengthy trial afterwards, where Zheng Yan would have plenty of opportunities to retract his confession. If there were no evidence whatsoever, how could he get such a long sentence based only on some botched false charges? But still, he doesn’t seem like one of those suspects who puts on act in order to be exonerated…

As a lawyer, we had seen countless suspects who kept up the crocodile tears until they were faced with ironclad evidence, then finally confessed.  As a result, it was critical for us to learn how to distinguish those who were putting on a show from those who were sincere. But his words had even stirred experienced professionals like us, let alone the vast majority of the public in the comments. Immediately, the comments toward the person who forced the confession became vicious and hateful, the words they used downright vitriolic. 

MC: Pain and despair aren’t difficult for a criminal to feign, but fabricating other characters in a story is much harder. You can practically feel the pressure from the psychology consultant that he described. If he hadn’t personally met the man, then considering his rash personality, it would be very hard for him to describe him so vividly.

Kiki: Vivid? I didn’t really feel that way, I just thought that person sounded scary. Maybe it’s because you’re with Dr. Richter, who’s also a psychologist. You’ve seen so much of his work that the story affected you more.

Kiki was just making an offhand remark, but it had given an outlet to the discomfort I was feeling. It was impossible to ignore the connection after the mentions of Svart, psychology consults, and those comments about his father. And yet I was unable to associate my image of Vyn with that person who trampled all over someone’s mental defenses. There was no way that the Vyn I knew could be an immoral person who stereotyped others and lodged personal attacks.

MC: Maybe you’re right…

Zheng Yan was still tearfully describing what he experienced in prison and how he returned to Stellis to find both his wife and son had passed away. I could faintly hear police sirens in the background. It seemed that the police had arrived at the scene, and the situation was changing rapidly. Zheng Yan, however, was hopelessly consumed by his own fury.

Zheng Yan: At first when I got out of prison, I just wanted to forget about everything that had happened and be together with my family. But I no longer had a family. At first I just wanted to take my own life and end it all, but I never thought that… I’d come across news of that psychology consultant. I never thought that he would actually come to Stellis, and even become a famous professor at Stellis University.

As Zheng Yan recounted his enemy’s personal information, it wasn’t clear whether he could predict the waves that those details would make.

Zheng Yan: The person who harmed me is out there living a great life, and here I am, an innocent man made into a criminal! How is the world so unfair!

Each sentence crashed into me like a tidal wave. Dimly, I guessed what he was going to say next, but I felt I could no longer think.

Zheng Yan: I know that if I say his name on livestream, it might be considered slander. But I’m willing to take responsibility for everything that I say. I’ll pay the price, no matter what it is. It’s not like I have anything left to lose!

Zheng Yan paused before facing the camera head-on, as if making a declaration of war.

Zheng Yan: It took a lot of work to find out what that consultant is called nowadays.

If he hadn’t spoken out on this kind of platform, maybe the situation could still be salvaged. But here, like an arrow released from a bow, there was no turning back.

Zheng Yan: His name… is Vyn Richter!

With a “whoosh,” that arrow sliced through the air, piercing me right between my eyes.

[END PART ONE]

[PART TWO]

(1) Xiao (小) is a prefix to make a nickname out of the name Zhuo (卓)

(2) “Custody Limit” Big Data Lab entry (under Academia>Law): A custody limit is the legal time limit that an accused person can be detained while under investigation, prosecution, or trial. Under Svart law, the police can arrest a suspect for up to 48 hours. If the suspect isn’t formally charged within the time limit, they must be released. The time limit can be approved for extension, but cannot exceed 96 hours.

[jjkamochoso]

Order Up!

Fluff

Feitan Portor x gn!reader

Feitan would do anything to keep you happy--including threatening a chef who messes up your order.

Warnings: mentions of violence and blood, some suggestive dialogue

"Feitan! Please, will you eat there with me?"

You and Feitan had been enjoying your free time without jobs lately. The last heist the whole Phantom Troupe was on had a huge payout meaning you could live more than comfortably for a while and you figured this was the best time to try the super fancy restaurant you had been eyeing ever since you stepped foot in the city you and your boyfriend were staying in. Feitan had his cowl pulled up but you could tell he was frowning.

"Why waste money? Good food for cheaper elsewhere."

You wore a pout, hoping to convince the stubborn man. "But it's our one chance to enjoy a nice date! We don't have opportunities like this often, you know."

Feitan couldn't disagree with that. There were times where you two had to survive on eating food from a trash can and now you were practically drowning in money. He still didn't like the idea of spending so much on something that wasn't tangible, though. He'd much rather save his money and steal you something nice that you could keep forever, like jewelry.

"I could wear that outfit you love so much," you suggested, turning on your charm the best you could. "What do you think, Fei?"

You heard him growl softly and you knew you broke his resolve.

"Fine. I take you there. Go get ready."

You couldn't contain your excitement as you gave him a quick hug and ran off to the shower in your hotel room. The person whose credit card you stole must've had deep pockets because you'd been staying here for about a month and haven't been kicked out yet. That, or Feitan tracked him down and killed him so he couldn't dispute the charges. Either way, it didn't matter to you since you were relishing the high life while you could. You took your time under the warm water, letting the smell of luxury soap wrap around you. When you were finished, you dried off with a big fluffy towel. As you applied lotion, you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"Hurry up in there. I take shower too."

You were lucky Feitan couldn't see the shock on your face. He rarely showered and often had a scent of blood that trailed after him. This, of course, didn't bother you as you found him quite attractive in his greasy, metallic smelling state of being, but the fact that he wanted to show you he was taking this date seriously meant the world to you. You rubbed in the last of the lotion and put on your soft white bathrobe. It came with the hotel but it would definitely be leaving with you. You opened the door and hurried out of the way so Feitan could wash off. You let out a surprised gasp as his super fast reflexes caught you off guard, grabbing your hand before you could pass him by. His cowl and jacket were thrown on the floor and you were pulled into his t-shirt clad body, a rare moment of affection from the Spider.

"You smell yummy," he said, his nose rubbing against the crook of your neck, "I could just eat you for dinner instead."

"Feitan!" you whined, feeling your entire body heat up from his words. "As lovely as that sounds, we need actual food."

"Just one bite? A little taste?" he whispered, his razor sharp teeth grazing your now bare shoulder.

As much as you were enjoying this softer side of Feitan, you were getting to that restaurant in a timely fashion.

"Get into the shower or I'll throw you in the bathtub and scrub you like a dog."

He pulled away reluctantly, grey eyes ablaze with something less reminiscent of love and more akin to the blood lust of a predator toying with its prey. Whatever it was, you knew you wouldn't be leaving any time soon if you kept playing into his game.

"Go," you said sternly, pointing to the open bathroom door and pulling your robe back up on your shoulders. Feitan just cackled as he closed the door behind him and you knew tonight was going to be very interesting.

As he emerged from the bathroom, his hair freshly washed and styled, barely worn tuxedo gracing his small frame, Feitan caught a glimpse of you. He was often quiet, choosing to observe rather than speak his mind most times, but for once, he was genuinely speechless. Your outfit brought out your most attractive features and he couldn't stop staring. You felt his gaze from the corner of your eye and started to feel a bit self conscious being under such serious scrutiny.

"Is it too much? I think maybe I should change-"

Feitan cut you off with words in his native tongue. You were too afraid to ask what he said but he continued, effectively answering your question.

"Stunning. You perfect."

Self doubt threatened to overcome you but you swallowed it down. Feitan doesn't lie and certainly doesn't sugarcoat anything. If he said something, it was the truth. To him, you were everything he could ever ask for. To you, he was the whole world.

"You look handsome yourself, my love. Thank you for doing this for me."

"This for us. We deserve it."

You two put the finishing touches on your outfits, you attaching Feitan's bowtie while he clasped your jewelry. Walking out of the hotel lobby, you turned many heads as onlookers watched you with jealousy. You were a sight to behold, the true definition of a power couple. The walk to the restaurant was short and you were there before you knew it. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as Feitan opened the door for you. The ambiance inside was like nothing you had ever seen. It was dark, no overhead lighting to be seen, and candles were lit everywhere your eyes landed. There was someone playing the piano in a corner of the restaurant and you overheard one of the staff members talking about a reservation for a big name celebrity that was going to be there later. You were almost overwhelmed by the whole atmosphere being completely foreign to you but were brought back down to earth by Feitan's hand barely resting on your lower back. You knew he wasn't into touching or PDA of any kind so you wondered if he was turning to you for reassurance in this strange place as well. You gave him a soft smile as you walked up to the hostess. Feitan told her a name the reservation was under, which surprised you. There was no way he could've gotten one without you noticing, especially in only a few hours. You were fully expecting to have to wait for an open spot so when she quickly ushered the two of you to a secluded table, you were taken aback. You thanked her as she left menus for you to peruse.

"Did you do this for me?" you asked, gesturing to the table.

"Yes."

"Thank you."

Feitan didn't give you a verbal response but you knew he took your appreciativeness to heart. He didn't want to spoil the romantic mood right now but couldn't wait to tell you how he tracked down the maitre d' in record time and offered to help him lose some weight in the form of less limbs if he didn't secure the best table for you. You saw the menu didn't have prices and you knew you were in for one expensive meal, but you were practically vibrating with excitement to try one of everything. Feitan still didn't get the appeal of this place but he wasn't going to put a damper on your fun so he stayed silent as you rambled off your order. He put in his order as well and the waiter was off, leaving you to bask in the candlelight.

"This must be the life that boss lives every night," you mused, earning a slight smile from the man across from you. As you waited for your food, you both chatted about whatever crossed your minds at the time, enjoying the calm dining experience. Your appetizers finally came and you dug right in. You had never eaten anything so delicious in your entire life. You didn't even know food could taste like this! As you devoured your helping, Feitan was more apprehensive. The presentation of his dish was much too fancy. People eat like this every day? He didn't understand it but wasn't going to keep putting much thought to something that didn't really matter. When the food hit his tastebuds, he was pleasantly surprised. The composition may look silly, putting that much work into something that wouldn't last more than a few minutes, but it was so flavorful. You sneaked a bite off each other's plates, complimenting one another on your choices. You eagerly awaited the main course as Feitan was coming to terms with wasting his money here. When your new plates were set down in front of you, Feitan immediately put his fork into it and started shoveling. You, on the other hand, frowned.

"Aww man! I asked for no cheese."

You heard a loud clink of silverware striking porcelain. Feitan had dropped his fork and reached for your plate while you swatted him away.

"What are you doing?"

His eyes narrowed. "You no like it? They fix for you. I make sure."

"It's not a big deal, I promise," you sighed, but he wasn't having it.

"They mess up, they fix. You don't eat what you don't want. Not today, not ever."

He was usually headstrong but you had never seen him so adamant about something.

"Okay, if you want, you can let them know. Just, please, be nice about it? I want to be able to come back here in the future."

Feitan's smile did nothing to quell your fears; that made you worry even more about what he was planning to do. When he stalked off into the kitchen with your plate, you gathered your things to be ready to make a run for it in case the police were called.

Feitan was just beginning to not hate this place when they had the audacity to mess up your order. Of course he was going to fix it, he wasn’t going to let you eat something you didn't find enjoyable. He meandered into the kitchen, kicking open the doors loud enough to gather everyone's attention in there.

"Which one of you cook this?" he asked, showcasing the plate before resting it on the counter. A few of the staff rushed toward him, faces red with anger.

"You can't be in here!" one of them yelled. The staff member went to grab Feitan to drag him out but Feitan acted fast, grabbing a knife from the block and slamming the guy's hand down on the counter. He kept the knife poised over one of the man's fingers, drawing blood, as he addressed everyone.

"If you no answer question, man's fingers will be chopped like carrot. Who cooked this?"

One chef nervously stepped away from the others, raising his hand in trepidation. "I-I did, s-sir. Was it not to... to your satisfaction?"

"My partner asked no cheese. Cheese was there. You fix or your eyeballs end up in spaghetti. Got it?"

The chef, fighting back tears, shook his head and quickly re fired the dish. Feitan, now content, released the first man he apprehended and hurried back to you. He would never want to keep you waiting unnecessarily.

When Feitan came back, you were relieved that no one was screaming and his tuxedo wasn't covered in blood.

"I take it that it went well?" you asked.

"Yep. Your food will be out soon. Right, this time."

"You didn't have to do that for me. But thank you for showing you care."

You couldn't tell if it was a trick of the light or if his eyes actually softened for a second.

"You're welcome. I care all the time. I try to show more."

You reached over and gave his hand a short squeeze and he readily accepted it. When your main course came out again, the waiter dropped it off and practically ran away, leaving you happy with your correct order and Feitan happy at the fear he ignited in the staff.

"Better?" he asked, taking a bite of his own meal.

"Much," you replied.

The rest of the night went smoothly and the waiter informed you that the bill was being covered by the chef who messed up your main course. In addition, he comped two desserts as a sign of good faith and you were elated when they arrived at your table.

"You're not gonna have anything?" you asked, a big piece of cake dangling from the confines of your spoon. Feitan looked you up and down, a mischievous smirk appearing on his face.

"I'm saving room for my dessert at home."

[toomuchracket]

on the bed in my room (d word matty x reader smut)

alternatively titled bejeweled (for @think0fmehigh only), or the butt plug fic. as you can imagine, it's fucking filthy, but also very sweet. hope you enjoy <3

the entire car journey home is silent.

it's not a bad sort-of silence, mind you. matty isn't angry, or upset - in the moments where it isn't wrapped around the gearstick or the handbrake, his hand still takes up its semi-regular position on your thigh as he drives, calloused fingers rubbing soothing circles into your denim-covered skin. he's just… speechless.

you rendered him - matty healy, famed chatterbox - totally speechless. the thought sends a flush of pride up through your bloodstream and into your cheeks.

matty blushes, too, every time he glances over at you. you'd like to think it's all your doing, that he's overcome by how pretty you are, framed by the heather-grey evening sky and illuminated by streetlights - and to be honest, that's probably partially true, knowing your boyfriend and his simp tendencies - but the spots of pink above those fucking cheekbones of his are absolutely less to do with you yourself and more to do with the full tote bag resting on your lap.

or, more accurately, to do with the pretty little jewelled butt plug tucked somewhere in the bag, hidden beneath and behind lace and mesh and silk and rope and glass and silicone and metal. 

you keep your eyes on the road, or look out of the passenger window, but you can still feel matty's flicking to and fro periodically. he watches out the windscreen, then looks at you, then at the bag. a few minutes pass, then he does the same thing again. lather, rinse, repeat.

from the corner of your eye, and because of the close proximity, you notice that matty's gaze always seems to land on your lips. as much as he's obsessed with them, you don't think his look is concerned with desire; he's searching for a hint of a smirk on your face, something to signify that your sparkly little purchase was made as a joke.

he won't find it: you're dead serious.

true, it's undeniable that you picking it up and taking it to the till was partially motivated by revenge - matty (as is his wont) was hell-bent on getting you flustered as you picked out new bedroom accoutrements together, while he smiled sweetly and wandered around the sex shop perusing nipple clamps or whatever as if nothing was the matter, and he certainly didn't count on you casually adding a butt plug to the pile and smiling just as sweetly as him as you did. he managed a whispered “wait, babe, are you serious?”, you responded with a wink, and he's been silent ever since, in sheer disbelief.

but, revenge aside, you do want to try it out, have done for a while. it's not something you've ever said to your boyfriend, out of some crass lingering teenage belief that “only slags want it up the bum”, a statement you heard the boys in your classes at school say so often it might as well have been a mantra. never mind that they got off to watching it online from their bedrooms every night, harboured fantasies of doing it with the pretty girls they watched like hawks when they walked past them in the corridors - if a girl asked to do anal, or anything relating to it, she was a slut. end of.

obviously, that's a load of bollocks, and nobody's said it in your vicinity for five years. but still… it's a hard association to shake. even now, with the tenner for an actual butt plug charged to your boyfriend's credit card and the thing itself on your knee, you’re hesitant to discuss it with matty, resolving to let him be the one to break the silence and bring it up.

it takes him a while, though - to say anything at all, actually. you brace yourself for questioning when he parks outside the house, but all matty does is wordlessly take the tote bag from your lap, quickly kiss your temple out of habit, and go to grab the rest of today's shopping from the backseat to carry it inside. even when the front door is firmly closed behind you, neither of you speak; he busies himself unpacking the tote bag, while you put away the new housey bits and clothes you picked up today.

walking through from the spare room you and your boyfriend use as a makeshift walk-in wardrobe, you find him sitting on the edge of your bed, turning the boxed plug over in his hands. tentatively, you sit down beside him, unclasping your watch and placing it on the bedside table, just to stop yourself nervously biting your nails in the silence.

you needn't be nervous, though. matty turns to you practically as soon as you sit down, his handsome face set in a pleasantly neutral expression. “hi.”

“hi,” you reply with a sweet smile, shifting on the bed to face him.

“so,” matty begins, tapping his thumbs against the cardboard box. he looks down at it before his eyes lock on your own, a tenderness amidst the pretty brown. “this… accessory.”

“yes?”

“i take it that's - and excuse the pun, please, darling - an area you want to explore?”

you bite your lip to keep from laughing, but you allow your cheeks to lift into a smile mirroring matty's as you nod. “i do want that, yeah.”

“alright,” matty nods thoughtfully. “it's just, well, that you've never brought it up until now. was a bit taken aback by it, if i'm honest.”

your expression must sour without your awareness, because he takes your hand and quickly continues talking. “not in a bad way, sweetheart! was just surprised, s'all. it's… yeah, it's quite a thing to be into.”

“you don't think it's weird that i want to try it, do you? or, like, off-putting?” you ask, voice small, looking down at your fluffy socks. “because if you do, we can just forget-”

“hey, no, sweetheart, none of that,” matty gently cups your jaw and lifts it so he can look at you. “i'm not put off by the idea at all - if you want to try it, then we'll try it, yeah?”

you smile as he presses a kiss to your forehead, but it's short-lived. “but do you want to try it?”

matty's eyes narrow. “you're not just doing this because you think i want it, are you?”

“no!” you clasp at matty's hand. “i just need to know i'm not asking you to do something you don't want.”

“oh, my sweet girl,” matty kisses you quickly, pulling back to stroke your cheek. “believe me, you don't have to worry about me not wanting to try it, fucking hell.”

fuck.

you wrap your arms around your boyfriend's neck as you climb onto his lap, enjoying the way his breath hitches when your nails lightly scratch the nape and your fingers begin to work themselves into his hair. these little moments of you holding all the sexual power are fleeting, few and far between, so you exploit them as much as you can whenever they present themselves, and generally just try to make matty fold like a deckchair. “have you thought about stretching me out, daddy?”

“christ,” matty rests his head on your shoulder, overcome. “would you think i was a creep if i said yes?”

“if i didn't fancy you so much, yeah,” you giggle, turning your head to press a kiss to your boyfriend's curls. “but no - i like hearing that you think about me sexually like that. turns me on to know i'm the object of your fantasies, the only one.”

“yeah? that's a bit possessive of you, sweetheart. correct, but possessive.”

“pot, kettle,” you smirk, kissing matty when he lifts his head to stick his tongue out at you.

matty softly nudges his head into yours. “thought you liked that?”

“i do. i love it, being yours,” you reach back and move matty's hand further down your back, until it rests just under your tailbone. “and i want all of me to be completely yours. every single hole.”

“oh, i fucking love you,” matty groans, lips trailing from your own, over your jaw, onto your neck; you whimper as he sucks a bruise into the skin above your collarbone, hips automatically grinding down onto his. “if that's what you want, my perfect girl, then that's what you'll get. need to work up to you taking my cock, though, yeah? have to make sure you're comfortable when i fuck that cute little hole for the first time.”

you whine at that, speeding up your grinding to relieve the wanton need matty's words sent straight to your cunt. “want to start now, daddy, please.”

“hmmmm,” matty holds your hips, slowing down your movements in order to think. he tuts when you frown and grumble at him in frustration, both regular and sexual varieties. “oi! don't be greedy, princess.”

“but-”

“good girls don't say ‘but’, do they?”

you sigh. “no, daddy. m'sorry.”

“you will be, princess,” matty smirks, and you hate it. “because now you'll have to wait for me to start stretching you out. i was gonna do it now, before you got all cheeky, but i'm afraid you'll have to want me a little bit longer. understand?”

reluctantly: “i understand, daddy.”

“good girl,” matty kisses your nose - despite yourself, you smile. “come on, darling, let's have a brew, yeah? and then we can try out that new bubble bath you got earlier, if you like.”

you nod. “i’d like that, yeah. thank you.”

“you're welcome, sweetheart.”

and it's a nice evening, despite the lingering desire in your body not being helped at all by sharing a bath with a naked and soaking wet matty. he's a gentleman, for once, though, hugging you and kissing along your shoulders as he sits behind you in the warm water, singing old love songs into your hair as you lie back on his hard chest, just taking the time to be tender and romantic with you. 

you love it. you love him. you love the way he makes you feel so special, so good, so cared for.

and you'd love him to make you feel like that in another sense, now. matty's touches on your body may be chaste, but there's an inherent electricity in his skin whenever it meets yours; every caress sends a shock through your nervous system, culminating in the bundle between your legs and leaving you wet in a way that isn't caused by the lavender-scented water.

thankfully, he doesn't make you wait too much longer.

after the bath, once you've dutifully slathered each other in the fancy body lotion matty loves stealing from you, washed your hands again, and dried off, you end up in your favourite state: naked, in bed, on your boyfriend's lap, lazily making out and giggling “i love you”s between kisses. it's the most intimate way of being with him, you think, both of you so physically and emotionally open, with nothing on your mind except the love you have for each other.

well, that isn't strictly true - love might be the overwhelming feeling in your brain, but the inkling of desire in the back grows bigger with every kiss. matty's the same, as evidenced by the way his hands move to squeeze your bum tightly, and by the way his kisses get ever more intense, teeth catching on your top lip and tongue exploring your mouth. soon enough, you find yourself grinding on his lap again, electrified by the feeling of matty getting hard beneath you.

like earlier, he's the one to talk first, reluctantly breaking away from your lips and panting. “god, i really want you.”

“feeling's mutual,” you gasp at the feeling of friction on your clit.

“yeah?” matty's voice is sickeningly sweet. “what do you want me to do to you, princess?”

“i- oh, please,” your voice comes out in a whimper, as matty's right hand moves inward from the flesh of your bum, his middle finger circling the outside of the hole you're so desperate for him to fill. “want you to fill me there, daddy.”

“can i? you're sure that's what you want?”

you smile at the sincerity in those pretty brown eyes. “i'm sure, my love.”

“alright,” matty blushes at the pet name. fuck, you love him so much. “can you pass me the lube from the drawer there, please, princess?”

you oblige, matty holding your waist to keep you from falling as you grab the blue bottle from the bedside table. “we'll probably need to get more of this soon, baby. used more than i thought trying to get those leather leggings on last month.”

“fuck, those leggings,” matty groans, closing his eyes and resting his head back on the headboard. “that was evil of you, wearing those to that party and expecting me to be alright.”

“no, what was evil was you actually ripping them off me when we got home. sixty quid down the drain!”

“if you'd seen your arse in them, sweetheart, you would've understood that i had no choice but to rip them off and fuck you.”

you smirk, and whisper in your boyfriend's ear. “did you wish that's what you were fucking instead?”

“well, i didn't wish it… but my mind did wander there, yeah.”

“soon, baby,” you kiss his forehead, placing the lube in the palm of his hand. “especially if we start working on me now.”

matty giggles, not unkindly. “point taken, my girl.”

“i actually will be totally yours in a minute,” you say gleefully, matty kissing your cheek in response as he noisily squeezes some lube out of the bottle and covers the middle and ring fingers of his right hand. “oh my god, that sound. it's so awkward.”

“nah, s'good. sounds like you when you're turned on.”

“shut up. no it doesn't!”

“don't deny it, princess,” matty grins. “can feel how fucking wet you are for me already. i love it.”

you bury your head into the crook of his neck. “just really want you in my ass, daddy. turns me on thinking about it.”

“shit, you’re so hot. my perfect girl,” matty groans - you copy the noise, when his lubed fingers return to circling your tight hole. “gonna give you what you want now, princess, alright? tell me if it's too much, or you want to stop. you know your colours, yeah?”

“yes, daddy.”

“good girl. alright - gonna slip a finger in you now, sweetheart, so i need you to stay relaxed. s'just me, yeah? just me. nothing to worry about.”

you nod, pouting your lips for a kiss. matty obliges, pulling back quickly so he can look at you. when he sees you smile, he returns it with a whispered “i love you”; you return the sentiment eagerly.

and then he starts to slowly push his middle finger into you.

your jaw drops at the new sensation, breath catching in your throat as your boyfriend carefully manipulates the ring of muscle. his eyes don't leave yours the whole time, pretty lips slightly agape as he takes over this part of your body for the first time. neither of you make any sound, your heavy breathing the only noise in the bedroom, until the newness begins to ebb slightly in deference to pleasure; then, you hum at the feeling of sheer fullness.

it feels good. really good.

the pleasure must show on your face, because matty's breaks into a loving smile. “you like it, princess?”

“yeah,” you breathe, caressing his cheek. “i love it.”

“i'm glad, darling,” matty leans forward to kiss you, surprisingly tenderly given where his right hand is. “feel so good around me. so fucking tight. christ, thank you for letting me do this.”

“i should be the one thanking you!” you giggle. “love the way you feel in my little hole, daddy.”

with a sort-of strangled moan, matty kisses you again, harder this time. “are you ready for me to finger it properly, princess?”

“please.”

“always so sweet for me, even when you're being dirty. my good girl,” matty smiles. “ready?”

“yeah.”

matty nods, ever so slightly pulling his finger back out of you, before working it back in. you blink repeatedly at the new feeling - again, pleasurable. “oh.”

“colour?”

“green, green green green. please don't stop,” you moan, shuffling your hips slightly in an attempt to offset how turned on you are. “fuck, daddy, please keep going.”

“jesus christ,” matty breathes, obliging your request. “you fucking love this, don't you, princess? you’re fucking soaking me.”

you nod, breath catching in your throat again; it passes quickly, though, and you speak. “can you - shit - can you speed up, please?”

“think you can take it?”

“yeah, i can take it. wanna take it, wanna take it so bad,” you babble, eyes never breaking from matty's lust-darkened ones. “please, daddy, need you.”

“sweet girl,” a kiss to your forehead, incongruous with the speeding up of his right hand. “grind on me too, if you like, princess; can't neglect that pretty little pussy, can we?”

“thank you, daddy,” you gasp out, rocking your hips back and forth. the friction on your clit combined with the fullness in your ass is heavenly, sending sparks right through your body. “fuck, that's so good.”

matty hisses when you catch the tip of his cock with your clit - he smiles, though, when your eyes widen. “feels fucking amazing, doesn't it, princess?”

“yeah,” you moan into your boyfriend's mouth, sinking your teeth into his lower lip when the pleasure in your body increases. a wave of boldness follows it, and you pull back so just your foreheads touch. through it all, you don't stop grinding, and matty doesn't stop fingering. “can i try taking another finger?”

“princess wants daddy to stretch her out even further?” matty smirks, lips moving down to your neck. “if you're sure you can take it, swee-”

“i can, i can take it,” you nod furiously, almost as furiously as your hips grind down onto your boyfriend. “if it's too much, i'll tell you. i promise.”

matty takes his time replying, in favour of sucking another bruise on your neck - you don't need to look to know it’ll form a heart with the one from earlier. “alright.”

he pulls his middle finger out further than he ever has, until only the hint of his fingertip is still inside you; when he slides it back in, his ring finger is flush against it. there's less resistance than there was when matty first fingered you, but you still feel the stretch of the extra digit.

you fucking love it.

“oh, yes,” you smile slightly dazedly at your boyfriend, who returns the expression eagerly. “thank you, daddy.”

“pleasure’s all mine, princess. now,” matty's face turns slightly more serious. he puts his free hand on your cheek. “i want you to cum for me. will you do that for me, my perfect girl?”

the ecstasy beginning to seriously cloud your brain suggests that that won't be a difficult task at all. you nod, turning your head to kiss matty's palm. “yeah. just… please don't stop.”

“i won't, darling. don't stop grinding on me, either, yeah? use me to make yourself feel good. s'all for you, all about you, gorgeous.”

the praise makes you preen, makes your hips speed up, makes matty move his hand faster and tip his head back as you slide along his dick. “like that?”

“just like that, fuck,” matty's eyes close. “if you keep that up, princess, i'll cum too.”

that's all the motivation you need - you move your hips even faster, eliciting a cracked groan from your boyfriend's throat. he looks at you softly, and giggles. “you're such a fucking sub, baby, it's so cute. getting daddy off just gets you off, doesn't it? my good girl, my favourite girl.”

his words shoot straight to your cunt, to the bundle of nerves already stimulated to the point of climax; the telltale tightening in your stomach signifies you're almost there. you seem to be tightening elsewhere, too, as evidenced by matty's “christ, i can't wait to fuck you here”.

your head drops onto his shoulder, his left hand coming up to hold you there while your hips thrash - there's no other word for it - in pursuit of your imminent orgasm. “please.”

whether you're begging for him to fuck you or to let you cum, you've no idea. neither does matty, but he addresses both things, cooing into your hair while his fingers refuse to let up on you. “cum for me first, sweetheart, need you to cum before i can fuck you. keep those hips moving for me, that's it, my perfect girl, cum all over me.”

you couldn't deny his request even if you wanted to. the orgasm hits you like a freight train, dragging a cry from your throat and sending your limbs into convulsions. somewhere in the midst of it all, matty pulls his fingers out of you so he can wrap both arms around your waist, holding you tight and cooing praises into your ear while you come down from the high.

“i've got you, darling, you're alright,” matty murmurs, tracing soothing patterns on your spine. “i know, it was intense. but you were so good, so fucking perfect for me. have a rest for a bit, sweet girl, that's it.”

he kisses your hair while you come to; as your breathing and limbs begin to settle, though, so does a shocking realisation. “wait, matty, you didn't cum! shit - let me…”

“no, no, sweetheart, listen to me,” matty says, firm without being aggressive, coaxing your head up so he can look at you. “like i said, this is all about you. and i've got an idea, if you feel up to it.”

you raise a brow. “what?”

“well,” matty begins, smiling softly. “i think you're probably relaxed enough after your orgasm for us to try out your new accessory, yeah?”

oh. another rush of heat finds its way between your legs at the thought. you nod, slowly, smiling excitedly at your boyfriend. “i like the sound of that.”

“really? because we can wait if you need to, of course, darling, i just think that it'll be less uncomfortable now and-”

“matty,” you stroke his hair, relishing the way his eyes close contentedly. “green.”

he pauses and smiles, looking at you lovingly. “alright. hands and knees then, please, princess. actually, before you do,” he grabs your jaw and pulls you in for a searing kiss. “couldn't help myself.”

you giggle. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” another kiss, then a gentle slap to your bum. “right, face the mirror for me, babe.”

you do as requested, shuffling onto your hands and knees facing the end of the bed. the sight of your reflection in the mirror startles you slightly - not from how fucked-out you look, because that's a common sight in this particular mirror, but because of the clear happiness radiating from you. what can you say, though? you just really love matty, and how good he makes you feel.

and the way he looks at you, like he's doing now; his bottom lip is between his teeth, lust evident in his reflected eyes even from a few feet away, chest heaving slightly with his heavy breathing as he looks at you, all bare and ready for the taking.

as he should. you look fucking delectable.

matty seems to think that, too - before you can even say anything, he ducks out of sight behind you, and half a second later you feel his flat tongue catching the arousal dripping from your still-sensitive cunt, and dipping inside to the hilt.

you squeal at the feeling, a mixture of shock and pleasure. “matty!”

“sorry, sweetheart,” your boyfriend pops back up into your line of vision, catching your eye and winking as he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. “couldn't resist.”

“s'ok. i liked it,” you smile back at him in the mirror. “but i don't think i can wait any longer for the plug, honestly. m'sorry. i don't mean to be impatient,” you go for the jugular with your next sentence. “just need you to fill up my little hole again, daddy.”

“right, you need to rein in saying stuff like that, princess,” matty groans as he unboxes the plug; the silver jewel on the end glints in the lamplight in the loveliest way. “i'm hard enough as it is.”

“i can see that,” you hum in appreciation, while your boyfriend busies himself with lubing up both you and the plug; you wince at the coolness of the liquid on your warm body.

matty notices. “sorry, sweetheart. here, let me just,” he takes the plug and clasps his palms tightly around the metal for a moment. “there. slightly warmer, i think.”

“thank you.”

“not a problem, sweetheart. now,” matty shuffles into position behind you, excitement practically radiating off him. “are you ready?”

you nod, elated anticipation coursing through your veins.

“words, princess.”

“sorry,” you clear your throat, smiling - and blushing - at matty through the mirror. “yes, daddy, i'm ready for you to put the plug inside me.”

“fuck, that's so sexy,” matty groans. he winks at you. “eyes on the mirror, sweetheart. i want you to watch yourself taking it.”

“ok,” you murmur, eyes already locked on your own reflection.

matty kisses your shoulder, then leans back. you feel cool metal on your skin, and your lips part at the sensation; they slowly drop into an O, matching pace with the plug as your boyfriend slowly works it inside your ass.

your gaze flicks up to matty's face, contorted into a stunning expression of concentration, desire, disbelief. the middle emotion wins out on both of your faces as you feel the jewelled base of the plug meet your skin; you feel so deliciously full, even more so than you did with matty's fingers, and the most turned-on you think you've ever been.

fuck, this was a great idea.

your boyfriend agrees - it's obvious from the way he can't tear his eyes off your bum, emphasised by his murmured words. “sweetheart… you are, without question, the sexiest thing i have ever, ever seen. christ. how do you feel, princess? talk to me, please.”

“feel amazing,” you all but whimper in return. “so fucking turned on, daddy.”

“i can see that, princess,” matty ghosts his thumb up your folds, catching your wetness and circling it around the jewel adorning your other hole. “fuck, i'm never going to get over this sight. my perfect girl, sparkling for me.”

you giggle at the compliment, moving onto your elbows to stretch; when you go back to resting on your hands, you inadvertently shuffle back slightly too much and brush against your boyfriend's dick. before you can apologise, though, his hands are on your hips, pulling you flush against him and grinding into you with a “feel what you're doing to me, darling. feel how much i want you right now.”

“then take me, daddy,” you whine, spreading your legs slightly wider. “you let me use you. i want you to do the same.”

“yeah? you want both holes filled at the same time, princess? fuck, you're so needy for me, aren't you?”

“mhmm. need you inside me, too, daddy,” you meet his gaze in the mirror again. “please?”

your favourite phrase: “whatever my favourite girl wants.”

as soon as he's choked the words out, matty slides home into your waiting cunt, gasping at the feeling. “oh, baby, you really weren't kidding about being wet, jesus christ. and i can feel the plug, shit. how you feeling, princess? colour?”

“yellow. i'm fine, i'm good, really fucking good,” you wave away matty's worries before he can even express them. “just… so full. need a second.”

“of course, my love,” matty rubs little circles into your hips to relax you, staying as still as he can to allow you to adjust to the double penetration. “so fucking grateful for you - always am, but especially now. taking everything i give you so perfectly, my perfect girl. let me know when you're ready, yeah? we'll take as long as you need.”

“thank you, daddy.”

“it's alright, princess.”

you smile at your boyfriend’s reflection - it's eagerly returned - and continue taking deep breaths, trying to get used to the overwhelming feeling of being filled in both holes. after eight breaths, the strangeness begins to subside, and you feel yourself aching for friction, somewhere, anywhere.

“daddy? m'green again,” you murmur, looking wide-eyed at matty. “want you to fuck me now, please.”

“positive?”

“yes.”

“right, then,” matty nods, pulling his hips back and thrusting into you again - not particularly quickly or forcefully, but just enough that you really feel it. his eyes snap shut in pleasure. “oh, princess, i don't think i'm going to last very long. you just feel too - fucking - good.”

his words are timed with his thrusts, which speed up slightly as per your moaned requests. “s'ok, daddy,” you whine, eyes rolling back into your head with one especially good move. “want you to cum for me, anyway.”

“you first,” comes the cheeky reply.

a huff of a laugh leaves your body at that, but you don't think matty's request is an unfeasible one - you're still sensitive from your previous orgasm, he's fucking you within an inch of your life, and - to top it all off - you have the plug in your ass, providing even more stimulation than usual.

put simply, this is the best sex you've ever had.

matty smiles when you tell him as much. “me too, princess. feel like i'm fucking dreaming.”

“yeah…” you sigh, pleasure beginning to gather and grow within your stomach again, increasing bit by bit with every one of your boyfriend's thrusts. “shit, i'm getting close. can i cum, please, daddy?”

matty's grasp on your hips tightens - so do your holes - and he speeds up his movements even more. “do it, princess, whenever you need to. cum for me, all over me, make me yours. be a good girl and cum on my dick, please.”

it's the plea that gets you.

not the plug in your ass, not the thorough fucking, not even the dirty talk and the pet names and the praise. it's matty begging you to cum that shatters the epicurean bundle in your stomach, sending ecstasy careening through your nervous system and bloodstream, and liquid arousal gushing out of you and onto both matty and the bed.

“fuck!” matty practically wails, thrusts simultaneously speeding up and stuttering as he too reaches his climax. “fuck, princess, m'gonna cum, gonna fucking cum. where d'you-”

“inside,” you choke out, fingers clasping at the bedsheets as the aftershocks of orgasm hit you. “fill me up, daddy, please.”

“yeah, yeah, gonna fucking fill you up, fill that little pussy with my cum,” matty mutters to nobody in particular, teetering on the edge of orgasm. “made to fucking take it, take me, weren't you- oh, fuck, princess.”

with that, he's finished, hips flush against yours yet again as he pulses heat into you. aside from your respective panting, the obscenely wet sound of matty pulling out of your cunt is the only thing audible; your limbs give way as soon as he's disconnected, body flopping to the mattress in sheer - but elated - exhaustion.

matty sits back on his knees for a minute or two (really, neither of you have any real concept of time at the moment), looking lovingly down at you and stroking your hair. “you alright, sweetheart?”

“mhmm,” comes the faint reply. “sleepy.”

“same here, babe,” matty laughs breathily. “fucking loved that, though.”

you nod, with great effort. “was so good. thank you. need to sleep now.”

“whoa, whoa, hang on,” matty scrambles off the bed as quickly as he can. “let me get stuff to clean you up first, darling.”

you hum in acknowledgement as he speeds off to the bathroom, too tired to properly notice he's gone; you perk up when he returns and gently starts twisting the plug to get it out of you. “this is definitely going to feel weird, sweetheart, but we need to take the plug out now, yeah? s'too much for you if we leave it in, i think. you good with that?”

“yeah, s'smart,” you wince at the sensation of the metal leaving your body, but it passes as quickly as it came on. “so,” you tilt your head to look at matty in the mirror. “how does it look?”

your boyfriend laughs, in what seems like slight shock. “looks so fucking hot, babe. especially with the cum dripping out of your pussy, too - christ, i really did a number on you today, didn't i?”

“i liked it.”

“i know, sweetheart,” matty coos, gently wiping your cunt with a damp washcloth. “took me so fucking well. can't quite believe we just did that, to be honest. thank you. i love you, so much.”

“i love you,” you use the last of your energy to roll over and beckon your boyfriend to you for a kiss; he enthusiastically obliges. “can't wait until we get to do that again.”

“neither can i, sweetheart, but first… another brew?”

“please.”

[daturakillz]

Pick An Image • Psychic Reading • Mystery Messages for the month of May

1 right, 2 middle, 3 left.

1.

"Hello from the otherside." Is something I heard before even pulling your cards. Your ancestors, or another entity in your sphere could be trying to contact you or has been sending you signs. I'm seeing butterflies, specifically blue ones with black on them. Or a candle being blown out by the breeze, wind chimes along with it?

Anyway! With these cards I think this month is going to be a time of self discovery and possibly discipline. You're working towards mastering a great gift, powers you didn't know you had. This gift could have carried on throughout your many lifetimes, or is something you'd forgotten from your earlier years. I think part of your past self is coming forth to offer you something, a cup of creativity and passion.

You're smarter then you likely give yourself credit for, and this month you'll be encouraged to show off your intelligence. Be careful not to let any rage take over, as you risk humiliation and destroying things that are useful to you. Instead, temper yourself, walk away and take breaks when needed, and do not be lured into any tricksters traps.

You will overcome past heart breaks. Carrying with you from now on not burdens of this painful history, but knowledge and wisdom that which you gained. With this, you will enter new friendships and relationships knowing your worth and how and when to walk away when such relationships aren't aligning with who you are now. Some of you maybe afraid of this new you, but you can trust yourself and your choices. You're growing into a powerful person, a person you'll learn to feel proud of and rightfully so! Just don't abandon your heart and emotions, we need loving people just as much as we need powerful people.

2.

There maybe a conflict going on in your life, possibly between a water sign and an earth sign (king of cups and knight of pentacles.) This conflict has caused heartache, disappointment, and confusion. As I pull the 9 of wands and the 3 of wands (dark wood tarot) I think both parties are manipulative and taunting. The king of cups could be emotionally tempting, using the emotions of others to his own advantage. While the knight of pentacles is capable of draining and controlling other people to get what they want/need.

If this is a situation outside of you, and you're witnessing two people you care for fighting like this, you may need to use your abilities as mediator to help the two see the errors of their ways (this isn't for everyone though.) If you're an individual within this conflict, then you may need to find an unbiased mediator who can correct you both.

There's a big need for self discipline, self control, and self mastery. You need to tame the ravenous side of yourself and exercise your own strength.

This conflict will be resolved and you two could recover from this if fate sees it fit. You both must learn to leave your anxieties behind you. If you both have a rough past, have had abusive exes, or something like that. You both need to overcome this and move forth to calmer waters within yourselves and then both together hand in hand. Great blessings will befall you.

Charge forth this month, assert yourself. You may be torn between head and heart, I'm seeing that when certain situations arise you'll know you need to use logic over emotion. Do not forsake your emotions however, as I'm seeing some situations will need more emotion then logic, while others need logic over emotion.

Lean into your femininity some, know when to take time to relax.

3.

Life may have cut someone from your life, this was a blessing. You may have been forced to be the one to cut this cord a long time ago, but from this separation you became strong and gained a sense of internal control. This month, I think you'll receive a blessing, possibly your manifestations that you've fought/waited so long for.

Not to get morbid, but where dead things lie grass grows greener. Where the metaphorical deaths in your life have taken place, new lush vegetation will grow! Friendship breakups? Bad relationships? Fired / cut off from a job? Left a toxic situation behind? A new and improved version of such thing will take it's place! You've alchemized the dark and light within yourself, and possibly have been using esoteric alchemy in your occult practice to bring about desired outcomes.

The sun is about to shine again in your life, have faith and look to the stars when you feel lost for guidance and answers.

Alright all, I hope these messages were helpful! Have a beautiful Month of May 🌷

[truecrimecrystals]

Cases with Major Updates in 2023, Part One.

Many cases featured on this page had major updates during 2023. While these cases still aren't resolved, these updates created movement in their investigations and more awareness to the case overall. Here's part one of the list of cases with major updates this year. Lots of you are already familiar with them so I provided a brief TL;DR description with each, but links to the full case write-up are there as well! Part two will be posted at a later date.

The Disappearance & Death of Cheyann Klus. TL;DR update: The remains of Cheyann Klus were identified in January 2023. Cheyann had been missing since December 2017; she vanished at the age of 22 from Chicago, Illinois. Her remains were reportedly found in 2020 but remained unidentified until January 2023.

The Disappearance & Murder of Katelyn Markham. TL;DR update: In March 2023, John Carter was charged with Katelyn's murder. Weeks earlier, Jonathan Palmerton was charged with perjury in relation to Katelyn's murder. Katelyn originally vanished in Fairfield, Ohio at the age of 21 during 2011. Her remains were found in 2013. Carter was Katelyn's fiancé and he had been a person of interest in the case since her disappearance. The cases against both men are currently pending.

The Murder of Courtney Phillips. TL;DR update: Isaac Estrada was finally charged with Courtney Phillips' murder after being captured by authorities in Eagle Pass, Texas. Courtney was found stabbed to death at a residence in San Antonio, Texas in April 2015. Estrada was a suspect early into the investigation, but police were unable to locate him. After 8 years on the run, Estrada was finally captured in March 2023. He is currently facing charges for evading arrest, first-degree aggravated robbery and first-degree murder. 

The Disappearance of Irene Gakwa. TL;DR update: During March 2023, Nathan Hightman was sentenced to six years in prison for using Irene Gakwa's credit cards, bank accounts, and Facebook/email accounts after she went missing in February 2022. Irene is still missing, and Hightman still denies knowledge of her whereabouts.

The Disappearance & Death of Madison Scott. TL;DR update: The remains of Madison Scott were found on a rural property east of Vanderhoof during May 2023. Madison vanished at the age of 20 nearly 12 years earlier during a party at Hogsback Lake. Since the discovery of her remains, detectives have remained quiet about the state of the investigation.

[shiorimakibawrites]

Rooftop Dining (Part 7 of Alley Cat)

Image credits: kissthemgoodbye.net / Amber Kipp / Nathan Dumlao

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem! Reader

Word Count:  2286

Summary:  One day you are going to meet Daredevil somewhere besides the roof. Today is not that day.

Warning(s): Mentions of ableism, mild swearing, sickeningly sweet fluff

Series Masterlist

Rooftop Dining

by Shiori_Makiba

You decided to make an appointment with Nelson & Murdock the next day. First because you had no idea when the detectives would want to question you again and therefore wanted to get your lawyer lined up as soon as possible. Second because you weren't going to present this firm as a viable alternative to the pro bono clients of Lee, Everett, & Kirby without actually meeting them.

It wasn't because you didn't trust Daredevil's recommendation. You did. But those clients were often quite desperate and you felt you owed them the due diligence of verifying the information.

So far it was looking promising. Their website didn't give specific payment information, only stated that retainer fee or contingency percentage was determined on a case-by-case basis. However many the reviews you found by previous clients mentioned how reasonable retainer or contingency fees were, found the firm upfront about they are charging and why. Assuming they were charged at all. There were many pro bono clients in both criminal and civil cases.

If these reviews were accurate, Nelson and Murdock weren't in this for the money.

And they easily could have been, if they wanted to. People who graduated at the top of their classes at Columbia Law School would have no shortage of offers from big law firms. Well, Nelson would have no shortage of offers. You knew big law well enough to know that several firms wouldn't have extended to an offer to Murdock because they would have considered making accommodations for his disability too much of a hassle. They would have pretended otherwise if asked but that would be the reason.

But not all of them. Murdock still would have plenty of offers to choose from. The point was that if they had wanted to, they could easily have gotten jobs at a big law firm with a good salary and started working their way up to partner and the big money. Evidently neither of them wanted that since they opened their own firm very shortly after law school. There had apparently been some hiccups in the first few years with the firm even closing briefly.

You weren't too surprised by this. Law school doesn't actually teach you how to be a trial attorney and with no more experienced mentor, they would have been learning those skills via trial and error. Mostly error if your experience with baby attorneys was any indication. That they tried tackling cases as large as the Castle trial . . . and rumor painted Castle as a rather unruly client . . . rumors further speculated that Murdock had something personal distracting him . . . it would be more surprising if they hadn't experienced some kind of serious strain.

Whatever issues had plagued them in their early years, they seemed to have resolved them. The firm and its partners were gaining a pretty solid reputation.

Satisfied with your online research, you dialed the number on the card. The phone rang twice before it was picked up and you were greeted by a cheerful, female voice saying, “Thank you for calling Nelson & Murdock. This is Karen speaking, how I can help you?”

You introduced yourself and then said, “I need an appointment.”

“Let me pull up our schedule,” Karen said. “What day were you thinking?”

“Friday,” you said. It was not ideal since this was Tuesday but that was your next day off. You couldn't travel to Hell's Kitchen and back to the Upper East Side on your lunch break. Not unless you wanted to rush through the meeting, only skim the retainer agreement before signing it and eat lunch while you traveled. None of which sounded appealing.

And you'd probably wind up with mustard on your shirt.

Karen gave a little hum of acknowledgment before asking, “Do you have a preference?”

“Preference?”

“Would you rather have Nelson or Murdock?”

“Oh,” you said. “Not really. Whichever one is available first on Friday is fine.”

“Gotcha,” Karen said. “They collaborated so much that it doesn't especially matter but some of our clients prefer to deal primarily with Nelson or Murdock . . . . I have an appointment slot for Nelson free at two o'clock.”

“Two o'clock is perfect,” you said. It gave you time to run your errands in the morning.

“Two it is,” Karen said and you could hear the faint sound of typing. “Is this a criminal defense matter or a civil matter?”

“Criminal.”

More typing. “Can I have phone number?”

You gave it. More typing and then Karen asked, “Will you need any accommodations? For example, your paperwork printed in braille or large format?”

“No, I'm good,” you said.

“Okay . . . you're all set. Do you have our address?”

“Yes,” you said and read out the address.

“That's us,” Karen confirmed. “We're on the second floor. If you run into trouble before your appointment or need to reschedule, please don't hesitate to call.”

You nodded and said, “Thank you for your help.”

“You're welcome. Have a nice day.”

“You too,” you said and hung up the phone.

Their receptionist seemed nice. Granted, receptionist were seldom anything but friendly toward clients or potential clients. Even when those clients were being downright rude and would deserve getting told off.

The cops hadn't come to question you yet. You didn't think they had given up. Just that they were too busy. The exact details were still unclear but it appeared that the Sinister Six, along with some freelance nutcases, had tried to take advantage of the absence of the Avengers and the Fantastic Four, to wreck havoc across Manhattan. Spider-Man, with help from the other street-level heroes, had apparently managed to thwart their plans.

But it still left quite the mess for the police to sort out. Compounding that was, according to the news, some non-super-villain criminals were hoping the cops and vigilantes were too busy to keep them in line and started creating havoc of their own. The trouble had erupted in the early afternoon, not long after your phone call to Nelson & Murdock, and only now at midnight had you stopped hearing the wail of sirens piercing the air.

You worried about your vigilante. One of the news crews had captured footage of one of the nutcases, who was identified as Bullseye, nailing Daredevil in the side with a thrown knife. Luke Cage had knocked out Bullseye before he could take advantage. Then Cage had grabbed Daredevil and both of them disappeared from the battlefield.

You would like to think that Daredevil had gotten treated for his injuries and decided to let someone else handle Hell's Kitchen for the night. But if his stubbornness about his ankle was any measure of his general stubbornness, you didn't have much hope of him being that sensible. Which was why you were on your roof scanning nearby roofs for any sign of him.

“What are you doing?”

You yelped and spun around. There he was, standing behind you. Tired, hurt, and with you actively looking for him, he still managed to sneak up on you.

“Looking for you,” you answered.

He frowned, “Why?”

“I was worried,” you said. “Saw you get stabbed on the news.”

“I'm fine.”

“You fine or normal fine?” you challenged.

His lips twitched into a smirk, “Oh, I've got fine written all over me, sweetheart. I thought we established that.”

Seriously? Was he really doing this right now? You glared at him but it had absolutely zero effect. “Answer the question, Mr. Smartass.”

This only made his smirk grow wider. Part of you was still worried about him but increasing large part of you also wanted to strangle him. All of you found him beautiful even when he was exhausted and bloody and being annoying. It was completely unfair.

“Daredevil–” you started before he held up a hand.

“I'm fine. It wasn't as bad as it looked. The knife missed anything important. And the suit prevented it from sinking in as deep as it could have. All I needed was a few stitches.”

“A few stitches,” you repeated and wondered if his definition of a few was anything like his definition of fine. “And you decided to fight like that?”

He shrugged. “I've fought with stitches before. I usually avoid pulling them.”

“And when you don't?”

“The Night Nurse redoes them.”

“They must love that, redoing their work.”

“It's not her favorite thing,” he admitted and then managed to look a little sheepish. “Especially if I wake her up after a long shift at the hospital.”

I bet, you thought. Whoever the Night Nurse was, she deserved a medal. “She ever suggest that you let your wounds heal before getting into any more fisticuffs?”

His lips twitched, “All the time but she has grudgingly accepted that I'm a terrible patient who will ignore her medical advice if means saving someone.”

That sounded about right. And hard to argue. You had the feeling you won't make anymore headway on that topic than the Night Nurse had so let it go. Time to switch to another subject.

“Did you eat?” you asked.

“What?” he asked. Apparently he wasn't expecting that particular question.

“Did you eat? In between the fisticuffs and getting stitches, have you had anything to eat?”

“Why” he answered.

“Was lunch the last meal you had?” you answered his question with a question.

“Why?” he repeated.

“I have sandwiches, cookies,” you said and held up the shopping bag you have prepared earlier. “And apple juice.”

“Apple juice, how fancy.”

“Very fancy,” you said. “I sprang for the good stuff. The local organic one that doesn't have twenty different preservatives and dyes on its ingredients list. Just apple juice and water.”

“Why that one?”

You looked at him with confusion. “Because you said you had supersenses? And I imagine those chemicals make the apple juice taste weird?”

“They do,” he said, surprised. “You bought that with my senses in my mind?”

His voice had gone soft, the words almost vulnerable. It was a sharp contrast to his usual brash confidence. But it pleased you that he was willing to show that hint of vulnerability with you. It showed a degree of trust that made your heart flutter with joy.

“Yes,” you said. You held out the shopping bag and only a little hesitation, he took it.

“You can eat it at home if you'd rather head back. Just be careful with the parkour, the juice bottles are glass. And don't throw them away when you finish – the store will sell you more juice at reduced price if you return the bottles.”

“Anything else?” he asked as he inspected the rest of the contents.

“Yeah,” you said. “Don't forget to bring me back my Tupperware.”

“Yes, ma'am,” he said with a cheeky grin.

He lifted the corner of the Tupperware and sniffed, humming thoughtfully. “Chocolate chip . . . they don't smell like store cookies.”

“That's because they aren't,” you said. “I made them. From scratch.”

“You didn't have to do that.”

“I like to cook,” you said. “And bake. It relaxes me. And I prefer the taste of my own bread and cookies over anything in the store.”

He hummed in acknowledgment as he withdrew a cookie from the Tupperware container. You watched him bite into the cookie without no small amount of nerves. You were a good cook, a good baker, but you never made food for someone with superhuman senses. Nerves that only grew as he silently chewed.

“Are they . . . bad?” you asked, unable to take the silence.

“Bad?” he repeated, surprised. “Sweetheart, this is one of the best cookies I've ever tried.”

You felt your face flush, both from the unexpected praise and the petname. “It is?”

“Yes,” he said with a smile as gentle as his voice. “Feel free to feed me cookies anytime.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he said. “Through maybe not up here.”

“Huh? Why?” you asked, confused.

“Well,” he said with a wicked grin. “I was informed that pigeons poop up here. Everywhere. All the time.”

Your face now flushed for a different reason, you swapped him on the shoulder. A response that only made him grin wider. You wondered if he was this snarky all the time or was just a Daredevil thing.

“Anyone ever tell you that you have a smart mouth?”

“Occasionally,” he said.

Which, judging by that unrepentant smirk, probably meant often. Why were you not surprised?

You felt a yawn coming and tried to suppress it but it had been a long day and you were getting tired so it escaped.

“I should go,” Daredevil said.

“You don't have to.”

“You're tired.”

“So are you,” you said mulishly.

“Let's make a deal. You say goodnight, head down to your apartment, pet Houdini and go to bed and in exchange, I promise to head home without looking to get into anymore fisticuffs, eat some of this lovely food, and go to bed.”

You considered his proposal. It was fair and benefited both parties . . . you nodded in agreement and said, “Deal.”

“Excellent,” he said.

“Verbal Contract. Make sure you uphold your end of the bargain,” you said. “Don't make me have to get it in writing.”

For some reason this made him smile, “Of course. I wouldn't do that to you. Now say goodnight sweetheart.”

“Goodnight sweetheart” you said. He laughed and then did something totally unexpected. He leaned down and pressed his lips to your cheek. And before you could react, he had turned and disappeared into the night.

You stood there for several minutes in stunned surprise. His lips had been as soft as you imagined. Your cheek tingled where he had kissed you. Eventually, you turned and head back for your apartment, one hand pressed against your cheek.

Maybe this ridiculous crush wasn't so hopeless after all.

End Notes

In no particular order . . .

Point 1: Matt took both me and Reader by surprise with that ending. I was not expecting that at all.

Point 2: I know some of those Marvel characters mentioned have yet to appear in the MCU but one advantage of fan fiction is that I'm not bound by corporate agreements that says you can't use X character because Sony (or whatever) has the film rights to them . . .

And fair warning that I have strained relationship with canon. Mostly because I have firm policy about ignoring it when I think it's being dumb – to paraphrase Nick Fury, “I realize that canon has made it's decision but since it was a stupid decision, I have elected to ignore it.”

I also tend to freely mix canons if I like what the comic / cartoon / tv show / movie did better. I also accept fanon or headcanon in areas where canon is silent or undeveloped or it has violated the being too dumb rule and its other forms of canon have not presented me with a suitable substitute for the dumb thing.

My attitude in this regard is not restricted to Marvel. I feel that way about all my fandoms. Probably why I find fix-it fic so appealing.

Point 3: I have no idea if any such apple juice exists anywhere. I made it and the store it comes up. UPDATE - According to a reader on A03, such stores with juice and the reusing of glass bottles do actually exist through they sell more orange and carrot juice with apple only being available in the fall.

Point 4: I have never called a law office or worked in one so I don't know what information the receptionist collects to set the appointment. Nor could I find anything specific. So I based it on my own experience working as a receptionist in a non-law office. If any lawyer is reading this story and would like offer a correction, please do so.

[p0litemenace]

Link to donate to GoFundMe

God, making posts like this is not easy. But here goes nothing.

First and foremost, thank you for taking the time to read this. Very recently, I was dealt two medical setbacks within the same week. Posting this is extremely difficult and violates every single safe feeling in my body when it comes to asking for help, but I’ve also reached an impasse where I don’t have any other choice but to reach out to my community and be vulnerable.

I am attempting to raise approximately $4,400 to address the following medical needs

1. Time sensitive dental care

To resolve advanced, time sensitive tooth decay, including fillings and crowns.

I am currently utilizing CareCredit to cover the upfront out-of-pocket costs of dental care.

I am resolving these issues to be eligible for surgery ASAP, per the advisement of my care team (see details below)

Estimated cost of this care is approx $2,200 post-deductible; I have paid for approx $1,500 of the treatments at this time via CareCredit (receipts posted below)

2. Parathyroidectomy (surgery)

I was recently diagnosed with primary hyperparathyroidism (PHPT). First-line treatment for PHPT is surgical intervention (parathyroidectomy).

Estimated cost of this surgery is approx $2,200 post-deductible. These are based on estimates via UHC for the in-network team I’ve selected.

With PHPT, I experience chronic pain of the joints, muscles, and bones, as well as additional side effects such as extreme fatigue, brain fog, depression, anxiety, constipation, and nausea.

For those familiar with PHPT, I have PTH levels of 185pg/mL (normal 10-65pg/mL), calcium levels of 11mg/dL (normal 8.5-10.5 mg/dL), and a left adenoma roughly the size of a bean, per my 4DCT scans (for context, a normal parathyroid gland is no bigger than a grain of rice). I have likely had this adenoma for over 5 years and desperately need to remove it to vastly improve my life and tackle chronic pain and fatigue, for which I've been having weekly physical therapy to help mitigate.

I have likely had this adenoma for over 5 years and desperately need to remove it to vastly improve my life. Receiving first-line treatment is extremely necessary in ensuring I do not develop osteoporosis and/or kidney disease further down the line.

Unfortunately, I have increasing credit card debt, making the payments to CareCredit extremely challenging to manage due to the high interest rates I currently have on other cards. I have accrued these charges due to a combination of life hardships, prior medical debt (previous dental work), and the overall high cost of living.

My ultimate goal vis-a-vis this GoFundMe is to pay off my CareCredit card to fulfill these medical needs, then through NFCC (National Foundation for Credit Counseling) work with a counselor to (1) close my credit cards and (2) lower my interest rates. I cannot close my credit cards and begin to properly manage my debt until I have fulfilled the medical needs I have.

For additional context about me, as of right now I have a full-time job in operations. I am also neurodivergent (AuDHD) and have always struggled with financial literacy. In full transparency, I have made financial mistakes along the way that I cannot undo, mistakes which are all catching up to me at this point in time.

I find due to these mistakes and due to life hardships I have no control over, it is getting harder for me to keep up with the day-to-day costs of living, including buying essential groceries, paying rent, and paying my utilities. If I can tackle this medical debt, I truly believe I will get ahead of my other debt.

Thank you for reading this far. As I said, anything you can spare, even $5, is greatly appreciated and will extend a long way. Sharing this across your networks is also greatly appreciated and will help more than words can say. Thank you so so so much.

Link to donate to GoFundMe

Verification proof below, as of September 26, 2024.

Verification

Parathyroidectomy

Primary hyperparathyrodism estimated cost of surgery (post-deductible) via United Healthcare

Full report pathology of single adenoma found on left adenoma via initial 4D scan, with additional verification of PTH and calcium levels.

Upcoming appointments set with prospective surgeon and bone density scan

Dental Care

Payments made toward CareCredit via Tend UWS, where I am receiving treatment.

Completed dental care thus far

Link to donate to GoFundMe

[judypierce]

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[valleykarate]

Don't look at me. I'm broke. Or just don't look at me. //seth

SEEING THAT HE HAS A LACK OF THE REQUIRED BILLS IN HIS WALLET, seth snaps his wallet shut with an annoyed sigh. he slips it into the pocket of his leather jacket. he looks up at his cousin.

❝ ...hey, do you have..? ❞ seth asks, only for robby to shake his head.

❝ ...don't look at me. i'm broke. or just don't look at me. ❞ @taughtpain replies.

with a spark of dread creeping through his veins, seth looks down at his boxed-up meal in front of him, frowning as he glances at the bill, like it'll change the goddamn price of anything if he squints hard enough, trying to burn holes into the paper. nope. the numbers don't change, staring up at him in the face.

he supposes he & robby should have probably checked how much money the both of them had before heading out. they don't have enough money to foot a tip, let alone the $55 combined meal. he only has a $20. his credit card is with merrick right now, his cousin-figure racketing up god knows how many charges in the two hours since robby & seth started hanging out.

well, fucking shit.

❝ ...d&d? ❞ he mutters, low enough for only robby to hear across the table. he means dine & dash. a pause as he seriously considers that option very briefly, leaning more towards it as the seconds painfully tick by. their server will be back soon, wondering why they haven't paid the bill yet. blue eyes lift towards the black security camera mounted in the corner of the , mostly hidden. shit, again. that option just flew out the goddamn window.

the dread worsens.

chase would be having a fucking conniption fit right about now seeing this situation unfold in front of his eyes. maybe tomorrow, seth'll go to uncle bobby & ask him to be resolved of all his sins in the name of our lord, jesus christ & mary's little lamb, amen.

fuck. he's so stressed out right now.

the older lawrence cousin settles back in his seat, forcing his face smooth out to a relaxed expression, his body language only a touch tense. his mind is spinning, jumping through hoops to figure out what the fuck to do. ❝ ethan's going to kill me if i get you in trouble. ❞ he mutters, not doubting that for a second. he knows you're insanely overprotective. seth then suddenly shifts in his seat as a thought hits him over the head. ethan fucking wilson-keene. maybe he or robby could send out a text to him, get him here.

❝ wait. hold on. isn't your fiancé mega fucking rich? how the fuck do you- ❞ he cuts himself off as their server, nametag displaying , passes by the table. seth that him a million watt-smile that obviously flusters him as he carries a tray of food to other patrons who can fucking pay for their meals with no issue, then continues: ❝ -not have enough goddamn money for shit like this in your wallet? ❞ he hisses, eyeing the gigantic freaking ring on robby's finger like it's proof of the claim, & honestly, it kind of is. ethan's so disgustingly rich it made seth's brain practically melt the first time he saw you make a combined ( with ali, the blond decked out in a designer clothes that seth can't properly pronounce ) shopping spree rack up to $2,000+ in one hour, the blonde not at all bothered by the amount spent, you even less so, which is to say... something larger than not at all. seth it saw in-person. you're so goddamn nonchalant at the price of literally anything, it makes him wonder if you're even human sometimes. he thought it was kind of hot.

trying to not look as defeated as he currently feels, seth sighs heavily, already grabbing his phone from the table & unlocking it. ❝ fuck it. i'm gonna text him. ❞ even if he'll have to face your undoubted wrath of potentially putting robby in danger of getting thrown into big boy juvie since he's eighteen now, or an infraction on his record, or whatever. between those two options, with family loyalty sort of pushed aside for a moment, something he'll repent for later, seth would honestly sort of rather put robby in jail, because ETHAN IS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING TERRIFYING WHEN HE WANTS TO BE.

[c0rpseductor]

SO FUCKING ANNOYED WITH MY BANK!!!!

so like. i had an issue with the order form but not really anything noteworthy, i just filled it out wrong and had to retry, and bc i have popups blocked the little paypal popup glitched out. but it eventually worked, paypal sent me an email saying i authorized one (1) charge, the site sent me an order confirmation number, everything was fine.

then my bank's out of house fraud protection line emails me like Oh shit! A weird overseas charge like, 3 times! so im like ok it accidentally charged multiple times! this should be easy to explain to the fraud line and get resolved quickly!

so i try to explain it's a legit charge and just accidentally went through multiple times, and the lady doesnt listen to me and doesnt really adequately explain what i need to do, and then makes me go do the purchase again for some reason even though i told her multiple times what the issue was and that despite the email everything from my end said it got confirmed. so like. im gonna have to wait now and see if i have to cancel this dumb second order and if my card gets charged twice or what bc this fraud detection line sucks ass. if i call my actual bank i can resolve it and all, it's a local bank and they've only ever been cool and flexible with me so im not hugely worried, i am just very annoyed that now i have to play the dumb waiting game with this and see what happens.

i know it's a legit like, thing from my bank too, like a lot of small banks and credit unions use this service, i looked it up before calling them to make sure i didnt give some weird scam agency my personal info, it just is a BAD fraud detection service with agents that DO not listen to you

[beardedmrbean]

FIRST ON FOX: A pro-life pregnancy center in Ohio was attacked by the radical pro-choice group "Jane’s Revenge," which tagged the building with messages to "fund abortion" and "abort God."

HerChoice, a pro-life pregnancy center in Bowling Green, Ohio, was attacked by "Jane’s Revenge" and hit with anti-Christian and pro-choice graffiti.

HerChoice, also known as the Bowling Green Pregnancy Center (BGPC), provides free pregnancy and STI testing, ultrasounds, parenting classes, as well as supplies for infants and toddlers.

DOJ CHARGES TWO MORE PEOPLE FOR ATTACKS AGAINST FLORIDA PRO-LIFE PREGNANCY CENTER

The center, along with the other over 100 pregnancy centers across the Buckeye State, provide $15 million worth of services to families in need.

Ohio Right to Life CEO Peter Range told Fox News Digital the people "who work at the BGPC are some of the kindest, loving and caring individuals you could ever meet."

"Knowing these individuals personally, this attack on their center will only strengthen their resolve to continue to love those in need," Range said. "A huge thank you should be given to the local Knights of Columbus council and the college students who came out to help the cleanup process immediately upon seeing the vandalism."

"They represent the Bowling Green community at its finest. In the broader context, though, there has been well over 100 attacks against pro-life pregnancy centers and pro-life organizations since last year," he continued. "Everyone in this state and nation, no matter their political affiliation or stance on abortion, should support centers and organizations that help mothers."

Range said he prays "local officials, statewide elected members and national leaders will all rise to the moment and speak out against these attacks to put an end to these senseless attacks once and for all."

The graffiti on the pregnancy center read "liars," "fake clinic," "fund abortion" and "abort God."

Additionally, the group signed its name – the calling card left behind on the other attacks linked to "Jane’s Revenge."

Last month, the Justice Department charged two more people for carrying out a targeted attack on a pro-life pregnancy center in Winter Haven, Florida.

The DOJ announced that a federal grand jury returned an indictment against Gabriella Oropesa and Annarella Rivera for engaging in a conspiracy to prevent employees of reproductive health services facilities from providing those services, along with co-conspirators Caleb Freestone, 27, and Amber Smith-Stewart, 23, whom DOJ charged in January.

The crew allegedly targeted a pro-life pregnancy center and vandalized those facilities with spray-painted threats, including, "If abortions aren’t safe than [sic] neither are you," "YOUR TIME IS UP!!," "WE’RE COMING for U," and "We are everywhere," on the building.

Those messages are consistent with those that the far-left group, Jane’s Revenge, took credit for leaving spray-painted on pro-life centers after vandalizing dozens of them following the leaked Supreme Court decision in the Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization case that eventually led to the overturning of Roe v. Wade last summer.

DOJ said similar facilities in Hollywood and Hialeah, Florida, were also allegedly targeted.

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End of November

It's almost the end of November, the year is coming to an end. I wish I could say I'm happy about it, that I am happy for vacationing from college, that I'm happy for the holiday season, that I'm just happy, but I haven't met that feeling lately. Instead of feeling joy in this season, I feel almost empty.

In this year and the last I have finally met independency and known what's like to be on my own, it is a nice feeling, but it also comes with the need to put limits on yourself that are no longer there.

Growing up, money started to get tight really early on, so we went from middle class to struggling, we always had everything we needed, of course, but we couldn't afford certain "luxuries", such as eating pizza (which may sound like dumb, but in my country it's like 50 bucks a large pizza, and that might be the lowest), or eating McDonald's or any fast food. So, last year, when I moved out of my family's house and also before that, the first time I got a job, I just started to eat, eat whatever I ever wanted, this year I just didn't have my mom putting limits on me.

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November gets here, and I start to notice what the fast weight gain did to my body. I always had stretch marks, ever since I was like 10 or 12, I just learned to not worry about them, but now I can't get past them, all I see when I look myself in the mirror is the disgusting amout of stretch marks and celulite that is my butt and legs, also on my waist. I am not pleased with this, not at all, I am back at where I was back in 2019, hating what I see in the mirror, finding the image disgusting, fasting, exercising, doing whatever to loose this weight.

You could tell me to find healthy ways to cope with this, healthy ways to resolve this, but for what? I never had one single aspect of my life that is healthy, not even my own health, so why keep trying to do things the right way? why do I need to keep seeking desperately to be healthy when it has never done anything to me?

I have been to doctors, I have been to a nutricionist, I have gone to therapy, to a psychiatrist, I am still sick, in all the ways. I am the problem, I have always been, it's not news to me, I'm not going to get better, so, if I not going to be ever healed from everything, I might as well be at least pretty.

What I'm going to do is: I am going to post about this here. Where no one knows who I am, where I am from or what is really wrong with me.

I want to loose 10kg until new years eve, cause that when I am going to the beach. I already lost 1,5kg. I am going to do this! Please give me tips on what I sould do!

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help?

maybe this is not the best place to post this but i seriously don't know what else to do, maybe someone has advice?

Last year when my husband and I moved to sweden, we stopped by france for a tiny vacation. The day we arrived in Paris, my husband's wallet was pickpocketed whilst we were travelling with too many luggages on the metro train. There's two credit cards in his wallet and the person went on a pay wave shopping spree. We only realised the wallet was missing when we got off the train. Immediately called the banks, and at the same time the transactions started coming in.

Citibank blocked the subsequent transactions and the card, but the other home bank (a Malaysian bank) did not and the transaction totalled up to about 3000 euros. After disputing the fraudulent transaction, Citibank cleared the transaction however the other bank did not. They are holding my husband accountable for the charges as they said he did not act immediately upon discovery as they said the call was made 15mins after the first transaction was made. Here is where it gets tricky. We actually were calling the bank one minute after receiving the first notification of the transaction and were on waiting for the call to be handled by a customer service agent and now, the bank is putting the brunt on him.

As I said, this is like almost a year ago and it has not been resolved and we tried many different avenues to dispute the transaction and it is still being handled by financial services. Right now, it's critical as the bank is pushing the charges to a collection service to make my husband to pay and refuse to continue the communication with us to resolve the dispute as according to them - "has concluded the investigation and he has to pay for the charges".

I know this is a long post and very different from the normal things I post about here. But if anyone has any advice at all, please please please help?