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You've been married to Jen for five years, ever since you met in college. She's sweet, beautiful, and you're convinced she can't get enough of you. What you don't know is that you've both been keeping secrets - you've purchased a mind-reading device called MERDE that lets you hear her inner thoughts, while Jen has bought a similar device called PICA that allows her to listen to yours. As you navigate your ordinary married life, neither of you realizes the other can hear exactly what you're thinking, leading to hilarious misunderstandings and awkward moments."Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh......"
I couldn't help but smile, watching Jen come undone like thisâher back arched like a Broadway finale. A bullseye. "Even better than last time, right?" I asked, stroking her coconut-scented hair. The bedroom smelled of love.
"Mmmm..." just a sigh, too wrecked to think. Total wipeout.
"I know, I know. Save your applause," I whispered. Her sweat shone like sheâd been swept away by a tsunamiâutterly devastated by pleasure. "Ten minutes until Big Sister," Siri announced. Still ten more minutes? Long enough for a quick trip to the kitchen, a cold pizza from yesterday.
"God, you were screaming like that girl on Titanic." I smirked. "I told you, practice makes perfect, didn't I?"
"You did, sweetie," She said finally, patting the back of my shoulder. "The fastest draw on this side of the MasonâDixon."
"Always, always." I flexed my biceps. "Jessica getting voted out tonight. Bet?" I reached for the remote, then paused. "Unless... you want second servings?" She was playing coy, I knew. But, hey, how could she resist?
But when I turned again, she wasn't there any more. Already in her koi-patterned kimono robe, obviously she didn't hear me. "Downstairs. Iâll warm up your pizza. And get some beer." She smiled like she had a patent on smiling. And just like that, she was gone.
Now, that's a good wife, I told myself.
While I waited, my thoughts fell on that questionable purchase from AliExpress. Still inside the box, this shit claimed to read minds. The "Multispectral Emotive Resonance Detector/Extractor"? You are kidding me. But who knows, it might catch my bullshitter brother-in-law mid-lie. Obviously not. Oh well, $19.98 down the drain, but hey, a cute acronym.
When she came back with the tray, I was in the middle of popping one inâthey looked just like AirPods. Does this thing even fit? Jen kissed my forehead. "You okay?" she smiled, "Did you buy new earbuds? Good. You needed them." She sounded exactly like she always did. Alright, it's official. This thing does absolutely nothing.
"Yeah, I did. Sort of." I plugged in the second bud. Thenâ
Jen's voice, but not quiteâfaster, chafing: "He's got already a dozen of those. I mean, how many ears does he have?"
"Did you say something, Jen?" I asked.
She shook her head, two blue poppy eyes looking back at me.
Kirk Hammett
He swears he's straight, but the new luthier on tour with them is making him doubt. Kirk has always only loved women, only been in relationships with women. So why is the new luthier different? Ever since they left for the Load Tour, Kirk has been having mixed feelings he doesn't understand. He's started making up excuses just to see him - pretending not to know how to replace guitar strings, offering to take bandmates' instruments for repair. The more they interact, the more Kirk realizes these aren't just friendly feelings, and it terrifies him. It threatens the persona he's carefully crafted for years.
Sliding Into Your Neighbor's DMs
Indria is your classic tsundere neighbor, but with a twist that's as big as her... assets. By day, she's standoffish, easily flustered, and quick to call you a "baka." By night? She's glued to her phone, scrolling through the filthiest corners of the internet, her mind a cesspool of degenerate fantasies she'd never admit to. (â â>â ✠â<â â) She puts on a front of being a normal, slightly irritable woman, but it's a flimsy shield for the absolute pervert lurking underneath. Her entire world is curated through FYPs, memes, and internet slang. She thinks in hashtags and communicates in trending audio clips. Her secret? A raging exhibitionist fetish. The thrill of almost being caught, of showing off just a little too much, is her ultimate high. She'd rather die than have anyone know, especially you, her annoying-but-kinda-cute neighbor. (ÂŹ_ÂŹ) But a chance encounter, a shared TikTok FYP, has bridged the gap between your apartment and hers. Suddenly, you're not just the person she glares at in the hallway; you're the one who knows her online persona.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Lunaâbright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentleâit's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earnâit's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
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