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jakowskis · 7 months

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💖💙💜 owen harper bisexuality masterpost 💖💙💜

i've had this in my drafts for a minute but i figured i'd finish it up and post it today for bisexual visibility day :D

it hasn't cropped up recently, but i've seen a lot of people who've questioned owen's bisexuality over the years and i thought i'd compile all the 'evidence' (although it completely baffles me that we got a show with five canonical bisexual characters and people want to write two of them off as straight / "heterflexible" ?? there shouldn't have to be 'proof' of owen being bi, RTD said torchwood is about five bisexuals fighting aliens in cardiff which means they're all bi, full stop. also, bisexuals should never have to 'prove' they're bi, and in regards to fictional characters, i'm sick of people nit-picking who 'deserves' to be counted as rep and refusing to 'claim' certain characters if they're morally grey or if the fandom simply doesn't Like them as much-)

but i digress.

so without further ado, here's everything i've found that supports owen's status as a bicon :-)

explicit canon instances

➤➤ obviously, we have to start with his gay kiss in the first episode of the show. there's a lot to be said about that kiss, i'm not gonna get into all that here, but i've seen a lot of people say it's not proof of owen being attracted to men, and i wholeheartedly disagree. you can literally catch him smiling very happily after the kiss (and one of owen's few genuine smiles of the series, too). i don't think a straight man (or even a "heteroflexible" man) would beam at another guy who's just informed him that he wants to fuck him. a fair amount of people have also said they interpreted owen calling the taxi as him intending to get away from the couple, but i don't understand how they're getting that impression, because that smile makes it seem very much apparent to me that running away is the last thing he wants to do.

it's also, notably, the first time we see bisexuality IN the bisexual show, which i don't think should be discounted. like, we see owen do something gay before jack does, for fuck's sake. is it a good first impression of how torchwood portrays bisexuality? no. is setting owen up as a more sex-driven, opportunistic bisexual nicely contrasted against ianto & tosh's more romance-oriented brand of demisexual bi/pansexuality? in my opinion, yes. i love that the torchwood bisexuals all practice their bisexuality in different ways. that's very special to me. 'cause it's realistic! real bisexuals all experience bisexuality differently! obviously it'd be a different story if he was the only bi rep, because lord knows we've seen enough of that already, but torchwood makes an effort to show us five different brands of bisexuality, and five different bi stories that largely only exist in the subtext, that aren't the focus of the show, and it's fantastic. it's all i could ever want out of bi rep, honestly, even if it is a bit dated now.

➤➤ the other explicit moment in the show: asking tosh and ianto for an end-of-the-world threesome in sleeper (s2ep2). i've actually never seen owen bi-deniers (fhdskjf it's a conspiracy) even mention this scene. owen literally asks ianto if they can have sex with each other to his face, and he's dead serious when he asks it. that's... i mean you can't mistake that as anything else. like fhdsjkf??

➤➤ next we jump to some of the, i suppose, extended universe content. whether the books are canon or not is debated, but the novel 'another life' features owen playing an online simulation game, and it makes a point to depict owen flirting with someone with a male avatar + wondering to himself if the guy would be down for cyber-sex. [someone posted part of that scene here. for context, owen's also got a VR headset on during that bit.]

➤➤ another instance is on the website, which some also don't regard as canon, but, i mean, i don't know who worked on the things we see on that site, but obviously they got their information from somewhere. they probably consulted with the writers on the show, or at the very least got notes on what things to touch on. anyway, there's a portion of the site where you can find a 'background check' on owen, and it's just a collection of messages from some ex-lovers of his. one of them is a man.

again, some people disregard the canon validity of the website, but the way i see it, the information on this site was released while the show was airing for fans to look at and to gain further insight on the characters. one of the things they felt a need to tell us about owen, important enough to be featured in his background (wayyy before the katie plot was developed), was that he wasn't just interested in women. personally, i regard that as canon. you can find this here. and even if you wanna say fragments jossed this background, it doesn't joss his, like... identity.

next we have things said by russell t. davies himself + by burn gorman (owen's actor)

➤➤ again, RTD (who's torchwood's creator, but i'm assuming everyone reading this knows that) explicitly described torchwood as "a bunch of bisexuals living under cardiff and fighting aliens". that's not ambiguous. [i don't have a direct source for this quote, it was apparently said on the dvd extras.]

burn's comments on owen's sexuality include...

➤➤ (when asked who owen fancies) "Owen's pretty cocky, he'll try it on with whoever comes along." [x] and yes, this is vague, but vagueness is often interpreted as proof of bisexuality. (for example, in the pacific rim dvd features, newt's bio stating he was interested in "whoever will take him" was widely interpreted by the fandom as him being bi.)

➤➤ (in regards to owen's "let's all have sex" line) "I don't think he [...] thinks about the implications, or whether it's with a man or a woman." [x]

(ok i have to admit, although i absolutely adore burn, i'm not super fond of the way his 2006-08 self would talk about how torchwood handled sexuality*. however! he kind of hit the nail on the head in saying that, even if it's in the context of owen wanting end-of-the-world sex, because my take on how owen sees his own sexuality has always essentially boiled down to thinking he'd be like, "well, why wouldn't men also be an option?" (well, with sexual attraction anyway; i think owen's relationship with romantic attraction is far more complex.) i think he resembles jack in that way; anyone's a prospective sexual partner, if they're attractive and interesting and he decides he wants them, and he's also impulsive as hell, so he doesn't think too hard about gender in the moment if he decides he's into someone. there's not really any hang-ups.)

➤➤ and ofc...

(out of context this could look like he's just jokingly calling owen an alien-fucker, although owen makes his thoughts on alien-fucking pretty clear in countrycide lol, but it was said in the context of owen/andy as a ship [x].)

*if you're wondering what i'm referring to, it's a comment here [x] about how the torchwood team's bisexuality is a result of being in a pressure cooker environment and having a 'wartime mentality', and they just kind of 'take what they can get'. the implication that bisexuality is out of desperation/accessibility rather than attraction is pretty damn icky, BUT i love him lots and he generally seems to be pretty woke these days (+ otherwise has always seemed to grasp why torchwood's rep was so unique and groundbreaking and important) so i'll go ahead and hope that was just, y'know, simple 'being a straight guy in 2008' ignorance. fifteen years is a long time and i have faith his opinions have evolved by now, esp considering he used the word 'pansexual' at a 2016 con [x]. (actually, ok, you caught me, that last bit wasn't super relevant and i didn't need to bring it up, but i just wanted to gush about him doing it because how often do you hear that word out of celebs, especially older and presumably straight ones. and in 2016, too. kinda slay of him, ngl)

aaand finally, some random, non-explicit little things that i think support him being a bisexy king (several of these are goofy and half-serious)

➤➤ in episode 2, they make a point to cut to owen smiling after jack's line about "you people and your quaint little labels". one might argue he's smiling at gwen & carys on the screen, but cutting to him immediately after jack says it very much implies he's reacting to jack's words, and i think it's particularly poignant after, again, we saw him kiss a man the episode prior. (which, another thing - owen's literal introduction features him kissing a man, like that's gotta count for something. if the literal third thing i ever see a male character do ever is kiss a guy, that means something.)

➤➤ and of course, in the same episode, we get "period military is not the dress code of a straight man" .... owen's the only one of them with working gaydar. also what a fruity thing to say

➤➤ speaking of fruity things to say, in s2e10 when they're all watching the old film, owen goes "look at the state of them 💅" and he says it SO cunty for no reason it always kills me fhsdkjfd

➤➤ combat.

➤➤ no, really.

➤➤ bonus: in the combat commentary, it's mentioned that when RTD saw the above scene between mark & owen, he said it was "the gayest thing he'd ever seen".

➤➤ in the three monkeys, a big finish audio featuring owen & andy, owen flirts with andy repeatedly. even if he just does it to be annoying, it's still pretty damn gay. also the pet names... (he calls him sweetheart, sunshine, and tiger. it's half-mocking, sure, especially because it's owen, but there's also a domesticity to it.)

➤➤ and then there's the hope's "you're alive again and you want crisps?!" "be glad that's all i'm asking for" (owen was like 'i will not use this as an excuse to try to sleep w andy i will not use this as an excuse to try to sleep w andy i will not use th') these are the only two audios i've heard with this duo, i'm sure there's more examples in the other two. i know gooseberry literally has owen sabotaging andy's relationship with his gf and that is... woohoohoo.... i'll update this once i get through those.

➤➤ …. this is my personal opinion but i lowkey think he kinda wants john hart a bit when they all first meet him in kkbb hdskjfds. gwen & tosh both seem very charmed by him and they're meant to, it's supposed to be like 'oh, look at jack's ex waltzing in and charming the pants off everyone (ha), and only ianto and jack see through him' - owen isn't given a flirty line of dialogue or even a close-up shot of him eyeing john like the girls get, but if you watch him closely he certainly looks… intrigued by him. i think owen's more of a bi disaster than he lets on.

➤➤ in episode 10, diane notes that owen has "beauty products" in his bathroom. obviously this shouldn't be indicative of sexuality, but how many Straight Men in 2006 were moisturizing lmao. hell, how many do nowadays 😭

➤➤ gwen & owen's dynamic settles into a lovely little friendship in s2 and owen lowkey gives gbf vibes <3 them making fun of the movie in s2e10 together + the cheek-kissing at the end of s2e9… bi besties!!

➤➤ the peace sign he throws up in meat when he meets rhys fdsjk i don't even believe in some of the silly internet jokes abt bi culture but c'mon

➤➤ have you seen his taste in women. diane is soo butch and gwen's a total tomboy in s1. that's bi culture babey!!!! i too like girls when they're boys

➤➤ i already talked about it but the aforementioned scene where he asks tosh and ianto for a threesome... he asks them, like, immediately after they team up and bully him for not comprehending that there's "no phones. phones all broken. anyone there? no, 'cause the phones aren't working." that was suuuch a disaster bi owen moment for me. i too would get a little revved up if tosh and ianto both bullied me at once <3

aaand finally... the biggest Evidence of all....

➤➤ he's a leather jacket bisexual. need i say more

and that's all! thanks for reading!

[credit for the dividers used in this. didn't tumblr used to have built-in dividers? i miss that.]

#mine #torchwood #torchwood posting #owen harper #tell me why im nervous to post this fhdskfds #my anxiety is like someone's gonna get mad at me for this somehow #shhhhh #beating it with a broom #look at my post boy

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ghoulgirlwrites · 2 years

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You’re the One That Gets Into My Head

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader

Era: Revenge

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: ~2200

Summary/Request: hi there! if i could have a request where the reader uses she/her pronouns with frank from the revenge era, with the sharing one bed trope + enemies to lovers, that would be great. if not, totally okay!! 🥰🖤🖤

A/N: Title is taken from How These Things Go by The Wild & Free, one of my fave indie bands. Also the line where he asks to kiss her is taken from The Program by Suzanne Young, my new favorite book. Enjoy!

You and Frank had hated each other on sight, ever since that first band practice when you’d auditioned to be their keyboardist. That had been a few months ago. You weren’t really sure who or what had started it, but you two just didn’t get along. Despite that, when the band had voted on whether you should be their keyboardist, he’d voted yes. It wasn’t professional, it was personal.

Everything he did annoyed you. His incessant pot smoking. His propensity for acting like a wild animal onstage and knocking over everything in sight (he’d damaged your keyboard more than once, but had paid for the repairs with a nonchalant apology that you didn't believe for a second). His habit of getting in everyone’s space. His stupid laugh. His stupid smile. His stupid voice. The stupid way you could feel him watching you onstage.

You were on tour with MyChem while you promoted Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. You had a few days off between shows, so you decided to have some fun. Well, as much fun as you could have while hanging around with Frank.

“Hey, I bet you ten bucks I can get the bartender’s number,” Frank said to Ray, nudging him with an elbow.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re a pig.”

Frank snorted, giving an uncanny impression of the aforementioned animal, grinning at you. You hated the way his lip ring glinted in the low light of the bar.

“She’s just a woman doing her job,” you continued, glaring at Frank.

Frank arched an eyebrow, his grin turning into a smirk. “What, are you jealous, Y/N?”

“Of course not!” You grumbled, but you couldn’t ignore how your cheeks burned and you hoped he didn’t notice.

You also couldn’t ignore the fact that, underneath all that hatred, you were hopelessly drawn to Frank. And it wasn’t for nothing. You had eyes and could tell he was attractive. And he wasn’t a total monster. For instance, there had been times when you’d been harassed by guys on the road and he’d stood up for you, but when you thanked him, he just rolled his eyes at you and told you not to mention it again.

“You’re on, man,” Ray said.

“I can’t believe you two,” you scoffed.

Frank flagged down the bartender. You watched in amusement as Frank tried a dumb pickup line, to which the bartender just shrugged him off and refilled his water glass, walking away to serve someone else.

Ray barked out a laugh before holding out his hand. “Pay up, dude.”

Frank glowered at him, digging for his wallet and muttering about how he could’ve had her.

You turned to Frank. “I think you might be the worst person I’ve ever met.”

He gave you a smile with way too much teeth. “What can I say? I’m a charmer.”

Several hours had gone by. You’d had way too much to drink and were definitely starting to feel it. There was a warm, tingly feeling throughout your body and the sharp edges of the world seemed to soften a bit. You looked around, noticing that Gerard, Mikey, Ray, and your drummer were no longer sitting with you. The only one left was Frank.

“Wh-where’d everybody go?” You asked, your words tangling together on the tip of your tongue.

He rolled his eyes. “They left…like ages ago. You didn’t notice?”

“No,” you said.

He snorted. “Not very observant, are you?”

You shoved him, or at least you tried to without losing your balance on the barstool. “Shuddup, Iero.”

“And since they ditched us, I’m the one stuck taking you home,” he grumbled.

“It’s your lucky day!” You said.

“Yeah, yeah. We should probably get outta here so we can get a taxi to the motel,” he said.

“But whyyy? There are drinks here!”

“And you don’t need anymore alcohol in you. Now c’mon,” he said.

He hopped down from his barstool and waited for you to do the same.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked.

“I can’t get down, I might fall!” You said.

He groaned. “Fine.” He took your hands and you tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered. He draped your limp arms around his neck and wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you out of your seat before setting you on your feet.

“C’mon, time to go,” he whispered, leading you out of the bar, the two of you still wrapped around each other.

The cab ride back to the motel was a blur. The whole way there, Frank didn’t speak to you at all. You were partly thankful, since that meant he wasn’t saying anything rude or mean to you, but also in your drunken state, you wondered if you should talk to him. This moment felt significant somehow, and charged with a tension that you felt you could cut with a knife, had you been sober enough to be trusted to wield one.

Once the cab arrived at the motel, Frank wordlessly led you to the front desk, holding you up as he claimed the key and went to the room. Based on Frank’s low grumblings, you surmised that the others had claimed all the other rooms, leaving you and Frank to share. Frank clearly wasn’t happy, but you naively hoped this would give you a chance to talk.

He unlocked the door and led you inside. His gaze swept around the room, before he swore softly. You looked up to see what he was talking about and immediately noticed there was only one bed, a double bed that took up most of the room.

“I’m sleeping on the floor,” Frank said, not sounding too happy at the prospect.

He helped you into bed, taking the extra blanket and a few pillows before laying down on the floor.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered.

“‘Night, Frank,” you whispered back.

You rolled over and tried to sleep, but the bed felt too big and you were feeling guilty that Frank had to sleep on the hard floor.

“Frank?” You hissed.

“What?” He asked, sounding just as awake as you felt.

“Can you--can you come sleep in the bed with me?” You asked.

“Why?”

You sighed. “Because the bed is too big for just me and I feel bad that you’re on the floor.”

“I volunteered to be on the floor,” he said.

“Yes, but wouldn’t you rather sleep in a bed?”

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable,” he said.

“The bed’s big enough for both of us, stop being such a baby,” you said.

“I’m not the one who can’t sleep in a bed all by herself,” he said.

“Just get up here!” You snapped.

“Fine, fine. Geez, woman,” he grumbled.

In the blackness, you heard him scramble to his feet and shuffle towards the bed. You felt the mattress sink as he joined you, curling up on the edge of the bed.

“Better?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you said.

“Good,” he said. “You stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine, right?”

“Right,” you said.

It was quiet then as you both tried to fall asleep, but you still found yourself unable to shut your eyes and rest.

“Frank?” You asked.

“What?” He hissed.

“Why do we hate each other?” You asked. That question had been on your mind for most of the night.

“I don’t know anymore,” he murmured, sounding far away.

“Maybe…we could stop hating each other,” you said.

“Why?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly around the word.

“Because I don’t really hate you and I actually think you’re cute,” you said, thankful he couldn’t see your face in the dark, since your cheeks were burning with the heat of your confession.

“You’re drunk, you won’t even remember this in the morning,” he whispered, sounding surprisingly hurt by the idea.

“Yes, I will,” you said, hating him all over again for suggesting that.

“Just go to sleep,” he whispered. “Please.”

“Fine, I will,” you huffed, contemplating sleeping on the floor yourself.

The next morning, you awoke with your head on someone’s chest. You briefly wondered just what the hell you’d gotten up to last night, when you remembered everything. The bar, the drinks, Frank taking you back to the room, Frank…

Your heart started to race, but then you felt the fabric of his shirt beneath your cheek, ruling out anything too bad. You chanced a glance at his face, but he was already watching you, looking…oddly emotional?

You glared at him. “What the hell are you looking at, Iero?”

His eyes widened, then he returned your glare. “Not much, clearly.”

“What, regretting bringing me back to bed?”

“I’m not the one who didn’t stay on their side,” he snapped.

“And get your hands off me!” You snapped back, having just noticed his arms were wrapped around you.

He looked down, as if just now realizing his arms were attached to his body and obliged. You felt a sudden chill where there had once been warmth and regretted snapping at him, but you wouldn’t have been able to bear it if he’d noticed on his own and had said something.

“M’sorry,” he mumbled, averting his gaze from you, but not before you saw a flash of hurt in his hazel eyes. What the hell?

You and Frank got ready, grabbed your stuff, and went to meet the others on the bus to drive to the venue. Then you headed backstage to get ready for the show. All day, you’d been making your usually dumb comments towards Frank, trying to get him to snap back at you like he usually did, but you were just met with cold silence. When he did look at you, he had the same look of hurt in his eyes, as much as he seemed to be trying to hide it.

“What’s wrong with Iero?” You asked Ray, who was sitting on the couch near you.

“Why are you asking me? He’s been like this all day and before that, he was with you,” he said.

You snorted in indignation. “What, you think I did something to him?”

“I didn’t say that,” Ray said.

“But you were thinking it,” you said.

Ray sighed. “Y/N, have you ever thought that you might be hurting each other and that you should try getting along?”

“He’s the one who--”

“Right, stupid question,” Ray said.

“Ray…”

“Just think about what I said, okay?”

You sighed. “Fine.”

On stage tonight, you felt Frank’s eyes on you almost the entire time. And during “I’m Not Okay,” instead of “trust me,” Frank said, “Lie to me, Y/N.” When you looked over at him, his hazel eyes pierced your own, taking you off-guard.

When the show was over, you all went backstage. You felt a gentle hand wrap its fingers around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Y/N?” Frank asked.

You turned and he let go of your wrist.

“Yeah?”

“Can I…can we talk? On the bus?” He asked, tugging at his lip ring with his teeth, a nervous habit of his you couldn’t help but notice.

“Sure,” you said.

You felt everyone watching the two of you walk out together, but you paid them no mind. Frank held the door for you as you left the venue and again when you climbed onto the bus. You sat down together in the front lounge of the bus.

Frank looked down at his tattooed fingers as if seeing them for the first time. “Look, last night, you said some things and I guess I’m just wondering whether you really meant them.”

“I was drunk, okay?”

“You seriously don’t remember?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

“No, what did I say?” Your stomach churned.

“You asked me why we hated each other and then you said maybe we could stop hating each other because you thought I was cute,” he said.

“Oh god,” you whispered.

“So what, were you telling the truth or was it just more bullshit, huh?” He asked, his eyes blazing.

“Why do you care so much? You hate me,” you said, even though you questioned the truth of that.

“Y/N…” Frank’s voice sounded tired, but you kept talking.

“You hate me and we don’t get along and we probably never will and--”

“Y/N, stop. I--”

“--so why is it so important to you what I think?”

“Because I really like you, okay?” Frank burst out. “And I think you’re cute too. More than that, I think you’re gorgeous and last night, you--you curled up against me and I lay there dreading when morning came because I knew things would be like this. I tried to stay on my side of the bed, give you your space, but you rolled over and grabbed onto me and I never wanted you to let go. That’s why I was looking at you this morning, because I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful in my entire life.”

“Oh yeah? Well…well…fuck!” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Fuck, Frank. Why did you have to say that? I don’t wanna have feelings for you!”

“But you do, right?” He asked, a smirk creeping onto his face.

“Yeah, duh,” you said.

“So maybe we can both just…drop our weapons and be…be okay with each other,” he said.

“You really think that could work?” You asked.

“We’ll never know unless we try. I wanna try, Y/N. Please,” he said. He reached up and brushed his fingers against your face. “Would you let me kiss you? Please?” He asked, looking more nervous than you’d ever seen him.

“Yes,” you whispered and with that, Frank pressed his lips to yours, softly at first, but then harder, more passionately.

Finally, you broke off for air. “Wanna go tell the others the good news?” Frank asked.

“Later. Right now, I want you to kiss me again,” you said.

“That can be arranged,” he said, grinning at you and crashing his lips against yours once more.

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moodymisty · 1 year

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Five Times You Flirted With Wrecker, And The Time He Flirted Back - Ch 5

< Chapter 4 | Chapter 6 >

Author's Note: Final stretch! Final two chapters actually have something resembling a plot. Maybe. Enjoy <3

Summary: Of course out of all the clones in the galaxy to fall head over heels in love with, you pick the one that just thinks you’re doing a flip.

Relationships: Wrecker/Fem!Reader

Story-wide Warnings: Eventual NSFW, Fluff, Shy!Reader, Friends to lovers, Awkward flirting, Pining, one instance of a drunk clone being a little pushy but nothing extreme, Reader is too shy and Wrecker is too oblivious, Reader is vaguely one or twice described as being ‘nerdy’ but no details, Size difference, Vaginal sex, Unprotected sex,

Word count: 3375

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79’s is packed tonight.

Not something too terribly unusual, though this time in particular, it feels like it’s absolutely stuffed to the brim with clones painting the night red; Eager to have a rare night on the city streets instead of cramped up in the barracks. It hasn’t been long since the clones were allowed to begin leaving the bases and exploring Republic core worlds; And needless to say, they’ve absolutely been taking advantage of it.

You normally don’t come here very often, or to other large, bustling places like this in general, but the whole Batch decided to invite you; And it had been awhile since you’d actually spent a night outside for once. It was for your own well-being that you decided to go and get some fresh air and different scenery. And a few drinks.

After dealing with so much lately including but not limited to having to do that chaotic report on the Marauder- you swear you can still feel Wrecker's hands on your body- you're eager for some relaxation.

It’s shortly after you get out of the taxi you see them killing time outside the entrance, apologizing for being late even though you’d never agreed on an actual time.

It didn’t help that you’d spent what felt like an eternity standing in front of your closet, trying to figure on what in the galaxy to actually wear; Before just settling on a dress in the back of your closet. It wasn’t anything too crazy, but you can’t help but feel a split second of regret when you stand next to them still in their full armor, while you’re wearing something so dramatically different.

“Hey!”

Wrecker is the one who borderline drags you over, pushing through a group of regs and ignoring their displeased expressions.

“You look,” Anxiously waiting for the rest of his sentence isn’t good on your heart, though thankfully he doesn’t take long. “Different- But like a good different!” Wrecker stumbles over the ladder half of his sentence, seeing your confused face.

“Oh, uh; Thanks, Wreck.”

You brush the front of the dress down, looking up as he awkwardly smiles. The rest of the Batch isn’t far behind, and eventually regroup with Wrecker before you regret this choice of attire.

As per their usual routine when they come out to 79’s, the Batch finds a booth as far back and out of the way as they can possibly get, shoved in the shadows by the single door that leads out into the alleyway behind the bar. There’s a draft coming from it that makes you shiver, but it’s not a bad little spot. You don't mind it in the slightest, as it gives you a tiny little bubble of reprieve in what feels like a building stuffed to the absolute brim with enough stimulation to make your head just ache. The booming music does remind you of something, however.

“Isn’t all this music terrible on your hearing Hunter?”

You lean forward to talk loudly at him over the table, even though the topic of your question makes it apparent that you wouldn’t have to do so. Hunter shakes his head, watching as your shoulders are rolled forward as you lean on the table looking at him. Wrecker’s on the outside of the booth beside you, one of his legs out from underneath the table to give you and Tech enough room in the already cramped area.

“Took some meds beforehand. After the last time I thought ahead.” You smile and nod at him. “Smart.”

Maybe it's the drinks, though you've barely had a few sips of yours, but everything just feels so, nice.

You don't feel stressed and tense, and even if the lights flash so bright and the floor is almost shaking with the amount of people dancing and stumbling around on it, you don't mind.

You aren't even melting down with Wrecker so close, sitting right next to you with his arm draped over the back of the seat. If you lean back at all, your head would bonk right against his bicep. You try not to think about it too much, and just brush it off as him trying to stretch out in an area not really meant for someone of his size. The side of his thigh is also pressed against your own, and you can feel the coolness of his armor though the soft fabric of your clothes. They’re talking about a recent mission of theirs, watching over the rim of your glass.

"...along with being quite displeased with our arrival." Tech holds out a single hand for a moment in a nonchalant gesture, while Crosshair rolls his eyes.

“They’re never pleased when we do their job for them.”

You always enjoy hearing about some of their older missions, leaning forward on your elbows and listening to Crosshair speak this time. He normally doesn’t participate in these sorts of things, but this time he’s decided to speak more than three or so words. Wrecker seems to like this retelling in particular, as he interrupts Crosshair in order to lean forward and boast about how he ripped a mini-gun off of it's stand, and carried it around as if it was an ordinary blaster. The whole time he's smiling as wide as can be, clenching a fist while your eyes lock on the way his muscles tense under his armor.

"Right?"

You glace up away from his arm, noticing the way he seems like he’s waiting for you.

Oh, he must’ve asked you a question.

"O-oh, yeah, totally!" Crosshair rolls his eyes at Wrecker.

"Are you done distracting her, so I can finish?" You highly doubt that Crosshair knows why you were really distracted, and instead had just assumed Wrecker was stealing you attention with how loud he was being.

You don't like the way he’s looking at you however, eyebrows raised.

The night continues goes by smoothly even after he does finally finish, chatter and small talk with smiles and laughs as you all burn through your drinks. Once they’re all gone, you press your palms against the table top and raise up slightly from your seat.

“I’ll go get us some more. Everyone want the same?” Hunter waves at you.

“I got it, you don’t-” But you're already shooing Wrecker out of the way before he can finish, slipping off the seat and out of the booth. He allows you to push him aside, before watching you give a thumbs up and tug at the front of your dress.

"Nah, don’t worry about it. I'll be right back!"

It’s quite a tight fit through a myriad of moving bodies, but you eventually manage to push through to the bar where you can lean over the counter-top and order all the drinks you think you need, counting your fingers to make sure you remember them all. It'll surely be a minute or two of waiting given how busy it is, so you decide to steal the only open bar stool right next to you. Sitting down on it, it's a bit uncomfortable to be up here all alone, and you find yourself glancing back at the Batch.

Wrecker is perked up to look at you over the crowd, but once you lock eyes with him, he quickly glances away.

Weird.

You just figure the lot of them are waiting for you to return with the goods, your foot tapping against the front of the bar in a mindless gesture as you wait.

“Hey, you really shouldn’t be up here alone!”

At first you ignore the voice, thinking that sentence was meant for someone else instead of you, though when a clone comes quite close to your left, you realize he must have actually been yelling at you.

“What?” You think you heard what he said, but you’re almost hoping it was misconstrued.

“You shouldn’t be up here alone! Someone’s gonna snatch you up.” It’s a bit of an uncomfortable sentence, but it isn’t incredibly malicious, so you just shrug it off and partly ignore him. All the drinks should be done any moment, and then you can shuffle away to the back of the bar again.

“I think I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

You look away from him in a clear attempt to cut off this ‘conversation’ at it’s root, but he doesn’t seem to take the easy out you gave him. He’s cute, sure; Has a large tattoo going up the side of his neck, but you can’t quite tell what it is given over half of it is covered up. He’s also incapable of taking a hint, as he leans in close enough that it's uncomfortable and you find yourself straightening up to get away with a more than noticeably irked expression.

At least to anyone that isn’t totally piss drunk, as he seems to be; Judging by the way he grips the countertop to avoid wobbling.

“We all got a table in the back, and we were hopin’ that someone pretty would join us before the night ended.” You tried to be nice, but if he isn't going to catch the hint, then you're more than capable of being blunt.

“Look, buzz off, I said no. I’m here with someone else.”

In one ear and out the other though, it seems.

"Come on, I'll introduce ya." He looks at you as if waiting for you to stand, however you stay put. You’re too distracted to notice that the drinks you’d ordered are being put in front of you, before the droid toodles off to it’s next programmed task. "No. I told you I'm here with someone else. So leave me alon-"

"Hey, what's takin' so long?"

You don't want to say this is the time you've been the most glad to hear his voice, but it is close to the top.

Wrecker, having just bored a way through the entire crowd with ease to get over to you, now stands to your side, and close enough to the other clone that he can look down on him– and with a healthy side eye at that- just as easily as he can you.

The multiple glasses of liquor in his system surely doesn’t help matters, but the trooper can’t hold back his reaction upon the realization that you are here with company- multiple, actually- and just who exactly they are. Almost every trooper on Coruscant knows Clone Force 99, for better or worse.

"You're kidding; You know that lot?" You really don't like the tone he used there.

"And?"

Your voice is sarcastic and far more venomous than you usually use with people, but you don't exactly care in the least. Wrecker crosses his arms, apparently quite pleased you’re fighting on his behalf.

"You do know they're the defect squad right? Why waste your night on that? Come on, I'll-" He suddenly reaches forward to grab you by the wrist leaning on the countertop, though he barely gets halfway there before being abruptly stopped.

"Yeah- that's not happenin'!"

All the sudden the clone in front of you is a good distance off the ground, being held up by Wrecker who has him gripped by the back of the chestplate. Having now stepped in he has him by the scruff, holding an entire person up above his center mass like nothing. You slide off the barstool you’re on, taking a step back.

“The pretty lady said no.”

He claws at Wrecker’s wrist to no avail; And is only let down when Wrecker decides to dump him back on solid ground.

He makes a noise, says something under his breath that’s probably more than a little bit foul, and then scurries off into the crowd; Leaving you both alone. A few of the patrons close by had shifted away from the scene in fear of a fight, but with the aggressor gone, most of the bar devolves back to normal. Now that the object of his anger is gone, Wrecker quickly looks you over.

“You alright? He didn’t snag ya, did he?”

Behind Wrecker you notice the others making their way towards you, having more than likely seen the commotion even from halfway across the bar. Glancing towards them you then look back to Wrecker’s face, looking down on you. He doesn’t seem entirely reassured by your smile back- you probably wouldn’t be either honestly- As his hand moves to lay on your shoulder.

But you really don’t want to be under the spotlight at the moment anymore than you previously were, so you decide to scurry before they all circle you.

“Yeah I’m fine,” Your own hand gently touches Wrecker’s feeling how warm he is even through the fabric of his glove. “But do you mind if I take a minute?” Wrecker’s looking at you with a face filled with concern, but you just attempt to smile and wave them off while stepping away backwards. “I’ll be right outside, I just want to get some fresh air.”

It’s almost impossible to not feel their eyes on your back as you scurry out the main doors, the cold air hitting you like a thump to the chest. It hadn’t been this brisk going in, but now all the sudden you feel like shivering. Your current clothing does almost nothing to keep you warm, crossing your arms over your chest.

The dress was a silly idea; You don’t know what you were thinking trying to wear it. Besides trying to look nice for him.

There’s a bench nearby out of the way of the crowds moving in and out of the bar, just outside of all of the bright lights illuminating the entrance. Everything is so bright and almost obnoxious, and now you’re nowhere near as comfortable with it as you had been going in. This spot is nicely out of view, so you decide to sit there almost entirely out of view and tug the sleeves of your dress higher on your shoulders.

The bench is just as could as you’d expected as you sit on it, shivering as the cold races up your spine. This bout of foul weather has really done it’s toll, especially after getting stuck in the rain with Wrecker a few days back. At least it isn’t raining now, as you rub your hands together and watch a group of people walk by.

He really didn’t have to, but you appreciate Wrecker coming to your aid. Though something now does stick out to you about the whole encounter.

He, called me pretty...

You don't think he's ever call you pretty before. He's called you smarty, shorty, Tooka; After a time you'd fallen asleep curled up in an odd position in the co-pilot seat of the Marauder. You didn’t go home that night, just slept in the ship until morning. But all of his little nicknames had a teasing tone to them. Pretty didn't.

You don’t really know how to feel about it; In one part of your head you’re almost overjoyed by it, but the other hand wonders if you’re just looking a little too deep. All it does in the end is to further confuse you in this agonizing silence you’ve been suffering in for so long.

"Hey, uh..."

almost startled out of your wits you look up, seeing Wrecker obscuring the bright lights enough to cast you in a decently sized shadow. Him being backlight highlights the texture of the scars across his face, watching him tug at an exposed section of his body glove.

"Uh,” He tries to find the words, eyes darting around your face. “Cross, said I should check on you." You softly smile, as Wrecker looks down at you while scratching the back of his neck.

"You sure you're alright?" Sitting down on the bench beside you, Wrecker seems almost nervous to do so. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for the assist, Wrecker." His nervous expression morphs into more of a smile now, clearly relieved.

"Ya don't have to thank me," His lips press together. "I didn't like the way he was talkin' to ya."

He’s almost angry- and in a way seemingly more affected by what happened in there than you were. It’s not the first time you’ve had to shoo someone away like that, but it’s the first time since you’ve known Wrecker.

“It’s not a big deal Wreck, don’t worry about me.” Your hands feel so cold, rubbing them together and almost wincing as they sting while becoming warmer again. A cloud of hot air puffs from Wrecker’s lips as he speaks, joining with the fog from your own breath.

“Sorry; Can’t help it.” He laughs, though it fades away into quiet as he looks at you.

"But, do you mind telling the rest of them that I'm going to take a taxi home? I think I've had my fill of bars for the night." His body leans towards you a little bit, eyebrows raised.

“Ya sure?”

You don’t really think you’ve ever heard him say anything that quiet, which you find quite out of character given how long you’ve known him.

A part of you doesn’t want to leave, but it’s more that you don’t want to leave here; This moment, not the bar. But you can’t, you’ll eventually either have to go back inside or go home, else you’ll freeze to death out here in this outfit.

“Yeah; It’s been a long night.” He nods in response, seeming more than a little disappointed.

“But I’ll make it up to you. We’ll party all night another time, promise.” That perks him up, grinning at you wide enough to show off his teeth. His cheeks scrunch upwards, pushing his eyes. He looks so cute, and genuinely happy.

Ok; Just lean in, it's really simple... Don't wuss out, I've been thinking of doing this for weeks.

"Oh and... Thanks, Wrecker."

You sit up as straight as possible, but when that isn't high enough, you push one of your hands on the back of the bench enough that you can raise a knee onto the bench, awkwardly leaning on it to get high enough to give Wrecker a kiss on the cheek.

It's chaste and only a split second, but you feel the way your face burns and Wrecker tenses underneath your lips.

"I'll see you later. Promise."

Getting up from the bench, you cross your arms across your chest and rub your arms, walking away fast enough from him that you don't even see his full reaction to your kiss. Part of you doesn't want to; Getting into a cab and scurrying home while you hold your fists to your chest to try and stop it from hammering in the cold.

But once you’re gone, Wrecker goes back inside empty handed, seeing the way his brothers notice you’re not with him. Sitting back down onto the booth with a hard ‘thud’ Wrecker shrugs his shoulders.

“She went home.” He still sits on the edge of the seat as if you’re there, leaving a little empty spot between him and Tech.

“Miss her already?”

Leaning back, Crosshair plays with the edge of his fingernail while looking at Wrecker; Who instantly perks up at your mere mention.

“Well yeah! She’s fun!” The sniper rolls his eyes.

“Sure, that’s why.”

Hunter seems to kick at him under the table, as Crosshair jolts upright before giving him a glare.

“Lets just use up the few more hours we got left before heading back.” Echo isn’t apposed to spending a bit more time outside the barracks and in some cleaner air, though he still makes a head jerk in the direction of Wrecker.

“Are we just going to ignore how pitiful he looks or…” Wrecker scowls in his direction, not enjoyed being pointed out so harshly. The toothpick between Crosshair’s lips moves from one side to the other, right before he speaks.

“He’s always like that when she leaves, he’ll get over it.” Wrecker leans his arm still across the back of the seat, though this time it’s around nothing. He flicks something- probably a used toothpick- with his other hand towards the sniper, and by doing so inevitably starts an argument.

Echo shakes his head.

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Blackout*:.｡｡.:* K.H.J

Pairing: Park Seonghwa/Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Smut.

CW: one night stand, mutual masturbation, deprivation, praising kink.

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: You go out on a friend hang out, ended up on a place where you have to stay masked and blind folded. Entering just because you see your bias Park Seonghwa go in, with the hope of being able to talk to him. But when you you think you’re fulfilling your dream of speaking to who you think is the man of your dreams, it might not be who you were expecting.

Note: this was my first time writing a one shot in English, since it’s not my first language I hope everything is written correctly but I apologize if there are some errors. Please enjoy. I got this idea out of a dream I had some time ago.

At first instance you weren't pretty sure about going out for the plan that night. You never trusted that group of friends that much, especially for a plan that includes them taking you somewhere as a surprise.

"You will know when we get there". They continued saying, and if if weren't because your best friend was going with you, you wouldn't be going at all.

Why not? It was a three day trip and it would be such a waste to spend the night at the hotel room just because.

You were only hoping not ending up in prison that night.

Once the Uber full of girls parked and you all got out of it, you started walking towards a big elegant two floor building.

Blackout

Was the name of the place.

You were all dressed for the occasion in case it was a case it was a restaurant or a club, but you were anticipating it.

Your nervousness was about to lead you to rip out your fake nails when you something new and quite familiar got into your sight.

A tall men with pink hair, dressed with a long sleeved black shirt and some trousers with white stripes. And you couldn't believe your eyes.

Park Seonghwa was standing a few meters away from you.

The man that you have admire, followed, loved and biased for the last two years.

He was even more beautiful and stunning and real life, just talking to a men beside him.

You felt a hand squeeze yours with the same amusing excitement you were feeling.

"Is that really Hongjoong?" Your best friend said with a shaking voice.

She has been a Hongjoong biased since debut, and she loved him so deeply that her girlfriend was already used to the idea of having to share her significant other with Hongjoong for the rest of her life.

"Well, if that is not Seonghwa with him it doesn't make sense that I'm seeing the most beautiful men ever existed" you said squeezing her hand in return.

"Should we say hi?" She asked without taking her eyes off of her bias.

"I don't know, they're in their time out of schedule" you answered with a bit of sadness in your tone.

But suddenly the events take a turn that you were not expecting at all to fit into your plot; they were getting in the building of the restaurant you we're going to.

A giggle slip through your lips "maybe we can meet them inside and have a chance to say hi later"

"Oh please god, help us today"

You both held your shaking hands and walk inside the building almost holding your breath the whole way. Your friends were all laughing, flirting with their partners, while you two were having a heart attack without very much trouble.

The tallest of the group looked at you all with a smirk when you got to the gate, and honestly, out of all of the outcomes of The posible surprise place you were building in your mind the whole taxi trip, nothing was even close to the second when you got in and you had to face the big billboard on the hallway.

Welcome to the Blackout

Take your mask.

Tonight this will be the last thing you'll be reading.

Cover your eyes, let us guide your experience.

Let yourself enjoy the anonymous experience of your next blind meeting.

"So you brought us here so you could hook up?" Said one of the girls super offended to the friend of the ideas that haven't stop smiling the whole while.

"This was supposed to be a girls night" other one replied.

But on the main part, the three couples in the group were looking more than happy for the suggestion of place, you could see in their faces how they were just about to probably fulfill a fantasy, and that made you yuck to your insides.

The only reason you were not complaining over this was that inside of that building was Seonghwa.

Ok, probably you were not going to see him at all but you would be in the same place, and that would be more than enough.

"Come on, it will be fun" one of them said and after some minutes of confrontation and growls going back and forth they finally ended up agreeing to go in with the condition of everyone had to respect the meal time, that seemed fair to everyone on the group.

And that's how you got into that restaurant, putting on a mask that was not only supposed to disguise your face, but also to cover your eyes. You didn't found why would they make a cute shiny elegant mask if no one would be able to see it.

"They're made that way so you can take off the fold at any point if you need to see" said the girl with the mask standing at the door. "But you can only take it off at the second floor, to protect the identity of our guests".

Ok, that sentence had a lot that you needed to take a second to process.

So as long as you were understanding, that was probably a place where rich people were going to take one night stands and protect their identity. Phones were not allowed so people wouldn't be able to take pictures or steal their contact information, and you were pretty sure that was the reason Hongjoong and Seonghwa were there.

That meant you could not talk to them by any means. And if anyone there had a single clue that you knew them you would probably be on big trouble. You pouted. The night was not getting any enjoyable.

You were so close but yet so far from meeting them in person.

You sat down for dinner, and you all ordered guided by the waiter. You were not sure how people would meet each other in this kind of circumstances where they could not see a thing.

You enjoyed your pasta, it was as delicious as you would imagine for such an elegant place. And I'm the mean time you could hear how a voice could slip in the noise your friends would made. It was his voice and you couldn't do anything but pout.

"I'm hearing the most beautiful voice a man can have and I can't talk to him" you growled on a low voice drinking from the straw of your cup "that surely has to be the man of my dreams".

None of your friends really take your words seriously and they just continued talking happily while the meal time kept going.

It certainly were a weird experience talking to your friends and not being able to see them, while you had dinner not really knowing what was goin on.

The bad part started the first time you all heard a moaning coming from one of the girls on the table.

"You guys are unbelievable" you heard one of your really upset friends. Because, of course, they were horny hormonal teenagers that obviously would use every single chance to hook up. And you, as the single older friend, were there in quality of babysitting and convince their moms that they would not get in any problem on the trip days.

"So you brought me here so I could watch you get action when the love of my life is two tables away?" You complained, not to anyone in concrete, you were just upset and uncomfortable at that point, knowing that your friends were just being a bit too unashamed right in front of you.

"Technically, your not watching"

You were just about to maybe stamp your head to the table when you felt how your mask fell off and the sudden light got you blinded for a second.

At first you didn't really knew how to react, you could maybe use that as an excuse to get out of that trap the girls have set up. But on the other hand, two tables away you were able to see the smile of the pink haired man that would never fail in making you sigh or blush.

Lucky must be the one that he gets to choose tonight.

You thought before getting to go to the bathroom. Maybe that way you could find some rest of the whole situation that you somehow have ended up accepting.

You washed your hair and looked at your reflection on the mirror. Such a shame no one was able to see how fine you were looking that night.

You needed some help to put on the mask again, you realized when you tried a few times to put it back again, so you got out of the bathroom looking for some waiter that could help you.

A girl with a kind smile find you on your way out and helped your out it back again, now it was a bit to tight but maybe was just a way to make your you wouldn't be bothering again. Honestly, you would've done the same.

Now with all set you we're ready to go back to the rest of the pain in the ass that was being that night.

"Oh, I'm sorry" you heard a deep voice said as you felt someone bumping into you. It had an Asian accent and you were sure, it had to be him, there was no way it wasn't him.

"It's ok" you said because your brain stoped working for a few seconds after your realization. You were preparing to continue your way to the table when you felt a hand being placed over yours.

"Excuse me. Would you help me find the bathroom?"

Funny how he would ask you that now that you just got out of it, but it was maybe lucky you that you remembered the way.

"S-sure" you clumsy stuttered and you felt how your heart raced in embarrassment.

The almost unknown almost stranger placed his hand over yours shyly, almost not wanting to and you stopped working completely, hoping he would not feel how your hands were shaking.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" He asked.

"No, not at all" you answered fastly, too precipitated, embarrassing you to the point of feeling your cheeks go hot and red.

"Are you sure?" His voice sounded legitimately concerned and you heart felt warm to his response "you're shaking"

Damn it.

"I'm ok" you sigh "it's just this place. I don't want to go back to my table"

It was not completely a lie. You would rather tear up your skin that to go back to that table to be sorounded by the moanings of your friends making out with each other.

"Why is that? Are you not enjoying the place?"

"Well, my friends brought me here on a deceit so yeah, not quite the way I was planing to spend my night" You heard him chuckle and if he could see he would see your face contract on a frown. "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm sorry" he cleared his throat before speaking again "It's just that happened to me the first time I came here".

"So you come here often?"

"Just when I'm in town. A few times a year".

Well, that was gossip.

Honestly, you were not surprised at all that an idol, especially one as desireable a Park Seonghwa would come to this kind of places where he could surrender to his libido without anyone know. Probably to avoid the tedious process of the confidentiality agreements just by covering his identity by a mask on a city that not much people really knew about a still growing group like ATEEZ.

"Well, that says a lot about you" you joked like an imbecile, like if you ever treat anyone that way, but it wasn't like he would recognize your face at a concert or something.

"Let's say my work interferes on my personal relationships a lot" he answered calmly. Not upset at all "don't worry, it gets better when you find the right company".

If you were drinking something you surely would've spit it out. Was that an insinuation?

"What are you implying?" You questioned almost without breath.

"Not implying anything. Explicitly inviting you to avoid your friends with me, if you're ok with it".

If you didn't have any breath before, now you were asphyxiating. He was actually inviting you to hang out with him. You might even meet Hongjoong.

The million times you manifested meeting Ateez in person you never expected it would be under this kind of circumstances or context. Sadly you wouldn't be able to tell them how much you loved and admire them, not only it would probably be uncomfortable for them finding out you were an atiny. It was way deeper than that. Meeting them at that place, him confessing how he's a regular attendant to it and probably the rest of the group too.

It was the kind information that could ruin their career in a second, cause a disband in a best scenario, considering how Korean industry tends to react to that kind of gossip.

The best you could do was shut your mouth and keep the secret.

"Ok, I accept" you finally said after a long silence.

"Nice"

You waited for him outside of the bathroom door. Humiliating under almost every concept but you were more than willing to accept a little bit of humiliation for that man, maybe a lot of humiliation on more of a night time concept.

"Not really into that, I'm more of a praiser" you heard right next to you. And you could not believe you really thought that out loud "but I'm always willing to try new things".

"If you're lucky" you confidently said, hiding as much as you could the part of you that was shaking and almost peeing her pants.

"I heard you earlier on your table. I think I'm already lucky".

That fucking asshole was bold enough to bring that up, you opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to think on a comeback.

"But maybe you are, considering you're meeting the man of your dreams" that cocky motherfucker dare to add.

"What makes you think I was talking about you?" You threw as a defensive response, trying to hold on to a bit of dignity.

Ok, you were obviously liking this side of him that you've never seen on interviews, but he was taking too much freedom on you as someone he has never met in his life. And you could not allow him to know he had you at hello.

"Lucky guess? A little of hope?"

"Already charmed? Record time for me" you joked sounding cocky, as you could under normal circumstances, as it should be.

"Normally I'm the one that cause that effect without the mask"

"So what is that make Prince Charming hope on a complete stranger for think about him?"

"Well, usually fairy tales start like that"

"So you will look for me all over the city if I loose my shoe? Or do you prefer I leave my underwear?"

He laughed and you thought that could be the more beautiful laugh you have ever heard in your whole life. But something was not right with that laugh. You knew that laugh. It was not deep and velvet soft as you have seen in past videos, I was high pitched and playful.

"You're fun"

"Yeah, that's the compliment you get when you're ugly"

"Well, I cannot tell but I'm pretty sure you're not"

The next thing you knew from that, was that you were feeling some pressure over your lips. It was too sudden at first, catching you with your guard off, but you ended up corresponding it. At first being playful and soft, hearing a giggle here and another one there as his hand catched your cheek. He bit your lower lip a little too hard taking a little moan out of your throat, you felt a bit embarrassed, but you were enjoying way too much the way he would play with your lips between his teeth again and again to focus on something else.

You were kissing Park Seonghwa. This was something that have only happened in your imagination and now I was out of your brain, materializing in front of you.

His tongue made his way inside your mouth, leading a delicious dance full of lust and sin, as he grabbed you by the waist and pull you closer, making you gasp the second you felt how hard he was getting under the fabric of his pants.

"Should we go upstairs?" He said on a hectic whispers that made your fever go up feeling how his breath hit your wet lips. You hummed an affirmation, too stunned to properly speak.

He grabbed your hand, linking his fingers with yours, making you draw a smile on your lips. This was beyond your craziest dreams, yet, here you were, holding Seonghwas hand while he was leading you to be his company for the night.

It was beyond perfect.

Well, almost.

From a second to another, the knot of the lace failed, making the fold fell from your eyes, showing you, under the low lights of the place, the man in front of you. And then was when you realized why there was something that was not fitting on your thoughts.

The men holding your hand lacked of that imposing height you saw making his way in the building earlier that night, instead, he was shorter, almost reaching your own size

The hair that you clearly saw as bright pink, was vibrant red and then you realized.

You just kissed Kim Hongjoong.

Not only that. You were about to have sex with Kim Hongjoong.

What was even happening?

You swallowed hard and tried to hold the now inexistent knot behind your head as good as posible with your shaking hand.

You heard his giggle again, and you felt like throwing up from nervousness as he stops walking "I'll be back in a second."

You assume he had taken off the blind fold of the mask so he could be able to see.

When you heard his steps go further you took off the fold under your own mask, letting yourself stay undercover without the blindness.

What were you supposed to do now?

From all the outcomes you could have imagine for that night, having sex with Hongjoong you could not say that was even on the list.

He was sweet and gentle as the taste of a strawberry cheesecake. How could you ever think of reject him? You couldn’t.

Yes, your hopes were placed on Seonghwa, the man that you loved so deeply you could cry over him singing every time.

But Hongjoong was having a laugh and flirting with you, holding your hand, kissing you so deeply as you could ever dream of, and he could make you forget for a second everything.

The real problem wasn't actually the fact that you would've preferred Seonghwa, the actual problem was your friend.

How could she react if she ever finds out what was about to happen to you?

Would she hate you? Would she understand you?

It was all blurry and confusing.

"Here you are" you heard that so well known voiced and you turned around to find the figure of your best friend smiling at you. "I have been looking for you. Maybe we can say hi to Hongjoong and Seonghwa"

"Why would you want to say hi here where we all know what they are doing?" Her girlfriend said with a judging tone and a pout.

"M-maybe the best we can do i-is pretend we didn't see them" you clumsy said trying to scape that conversation.

"But there's like zero chance this happens to us ever again" she whined shaking the hand that she had linked to her girlfriend's.

You were about to say something to try to convince her when you saw her face turn red and her jaw fell as her eyes were place on something behind you, and before you could even curse that second, you felt a pressure fell onto your lips once more.

"Everything is set, we can get going" He smiled widely, completely ignorant of the mess happening in your head in that second.

"Yeah?" Was the only thing you could say, letting your eyes travel to his lips and beautiful smile.

He nodded "let's go"

He left a peck over your lips before taking your hand to lead you upstairs. You were able to see the face of your friends, with their jaws almost touching the floor, not believing their eyes. Maybe if your thoughts weren't a mess you would have that same face.

"I can explain" you articulated while walking away.

"You better" you heard her say before she disappeared out of your visual field.

A feeling of torny guilt was place on your chest and your throat as you let Hongjoong lead your way upstairs and through the hall.

She was probably going to hate you forever now and that thought would turn your desires down.

Well, at least that’s what you thought at first, before that smile turn to you again, with those eyes of a lion haunting his next prey. And that was exactly what you were, nothing but a victim of those lips when they touched yours. Of that demon called Kim Hongjoong that was able to fill your entire body with lust with just the touch of his hand on your cheek and his fingers lingering in your hair.

“You ok?” He suddenly ask inside the whole blurry fog of desire “are you uncomfortable?”

Yeah, you would totally melt right ther now between his arms.

“I’m ok, I just got a bit distracted downstairs” another half a lie. But honestly, it was not like you would tell him about your whole life when you were there to live the moment and only that. “My head just got a little messy”.

“Want me to distract you a bit from that?” He almost purred caressing your hair softly. Disarming as he could be with that smile that you could not take your eyes off.

You really were thinking about something else?

Why?

You had that ravishing man pressing your body against the wall with his and we’re you really considering leaving?

Why would you? Loyalty?

Maybe loyalty should have its limits, specially with this kind of extraordinary cases that only come one in a life time.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t like you were stealing your friend’s boyfriend or anything. She was going to get some action that night anyway. Why would you stop yourself?

You choose being selfish for that moment.

“Please” you yearned biting your lower lip, burning in expectation, making another giggle crawl out of his throat.

Without further ado he went back to attack your mouth, this time more savagely and deeply.

His hands went down to your waist, pressing you against the hardness of his body before turning you both gracefully to lead you to the bed.

Your hands lingered in hair pulling it slightly as your tongues danced together, tasting every part of each other with need.

He placed himself over you, pulling your dress up, over your waist. That way you could feel his hard member pressing against you, moving up and down, taking moans out of your mouth louder every time.

“Your moans are pretty” he chuckled agains your ear while your fingers were busy unbuttoning his white shirt “do you yells that way too?”

“Why don’t you find out yourself?” You sight with your shaking breath, unlocking his belt.

“Are you in a hurry?” He giggled again.

“Yes, my pumpkin leaves at midnight” you answered cutting.

“Well, let’s make this time worth it then” almost instantly his hand slipped into your under wear, pressing agains your clit and getting inside of you, making you arch your back as you let out a loud moan. “You sound prettier than I thought”.

He continued moving his fingers in and out of your wet cavity, pressing it enough over your clit, driving you crazy with every move.

Your hips moved along with his hands, wanting more friction, needing more and more of what he was giving you.

He was just enjoying by seeing your teary eyes look at him submissive under him from that bed until your hand flew to the bulge on his uncovered black wet underwear, taking now a raspy moan from his throat.

“I want to play too” you whined, making his smile go wider.

His free hand took yours and made it go under the fabric covering himself. Placing your palm on that big cock he had, making you go up and down slowly to feel it patiently.

“Then let’s play together, baby girl”

And that you made.

Both touching each other, you saw him clutching and moaning to your touch as you hand went up, down and over his longitude. Both of you thrusting your hips towards each others hands, fulling the room with shaky breath.

You were about to surrender to the orgasm when he suddenly stopped and took his hand out of you, making you growl In disapproval.

“Why?” You whined when he tried to make you let go of your toy.

“I want you” he sighed on your ear before going to your neck to leave wet hickeys, that made you bite your lower lip, burning in expectation and sin. About to finish just for his touch while he was getting rid of your underwear, throwing it away.

He took down the zipper of your dress to take it off over your head, as fast a he got rid of his own pants, and in seconds you were both wearing only each others saliva and red marks created with your theeth.

He fastly took a condom from the counter and gracefully put it on. He did not lost time at all. As desperate as you were, he got inside of you. Fast, certain and hard. Making you yell from the top of your lungs out of pleasure.

“Good girl, your taking it so good, baby”

He could not be really calling you that. You melt between his arms, clinching your whole body to his, your nails scratching his back, making him moan even louder.

You were in heaven as his thrust stared to go harder and harder in and out of you. His hips were made by God, or maybe the devil.

“Do you want to cum?” He playfully asked hectic.

“Yes, please” you almost begged, trying to pull him for wet kiss but he not letting you.

“How much?” He asked with that smile created on the deepest floor of hell by the incubus, as the only plausible explanation.

“I will die if you don’t make me cum” you answered impatient for him to finish his work. He giggled and pulled back your hair making you sigh deeply.

“We can’t let that happen” he whispered before making you turn to leave you laying over your belly. He placed himself behind you.

You whined at first, needy of his touch to come back to his job. But then you cry out as you felt his teeth wrap around the skin of your thighs.

“As I thought, you look beautiful from every angle”

With your knees on mattress he had complete access to your whole body, it was his. He had took possession of you completely.

Like a drug getting into your body and filling your veins.

After a few bites he went back to his abandoned work, getting inside of you once more, this time mod gently, and slow, making you moan long and deeply.

This time he took a while to go back to the rhythm he had before. He started slow, and progressively stared going harder and faster, pulling your hair, pressing your head to the mattress.

“Can I cum, please?“ you begged with your eyes closed, exhausted and white your eyes full of tears.

“Beg for it, then” he chuckled giving you another powerful thrust.

“Please, please, please. I want to cum” you whined as he asked. The hand that he kept on your belly went down to your clit and started masturbating you at the same time he moved inside of you.

“Who am I to deny something to such a sweet, princess?”

With the movement of his fingers and his dick hard in and out of you, you finally reached your orgasm with a loud yell, that led him later to his own. Both of you falling dead over the mattress next to each other, exhausted form the whole ride Hongjoong had gave you.

“I bet your blush cheeks look beautiful under that mask” he sweetly whispered pulling you to rest on his chest. Holding you close and tight.

“I guess you’ll never know” you giggled closing your eyes, enjoying of the warm body of the man that would stay forever anonymous to your memory.

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savedpeople · 19 days

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MULTIMUSE QUESTIONAIRE

RULES: Answer the questions with the Muses that would best fit the answers. Bonus if you give details why. If tagged, copy and paste into a new post – DO NOT REBLOG!

(Since this is a single-muse blog, I'm going to include muses I've played on other blogs. I'm not going to include every muse I've ever written though because 1. it already feels funny talking about muses that 99% of my followers have never seen me write, and 2. some of them were very short-lived. So I'm only including the ones that I've written most or were most significant, plus my newest one that I haven't written yet, since they've been on my mind a lot lately.)

1) Rank your softest Muse and your toughest Muse. (Personality-wise) - Strictly personality-wise, softest to toughest: Ted Logan (Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure), Max Caulfield (Life is Strange), Izaya Orihara (Durarara!!), Amaimon (Blue Exorcist), Satoru Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen), Negan, Levi Ackerman (Attack on Titan.) This is kind of funny though because aside from Ted and Max, none of these characters can really be considered "soft."

2) Which Muse would blow through $1000 quickly? - Gojo. But he's also rich rich, so $1000 is nothing to him. He canonically owns shirts that cost more than that. Aside from him, I think if you gave Ted $1000 he could easily blow it all on music gear and albums pretty quickly lol.

3) Do any of them have nicknames? Is there a meaning behind them? - Negan has been called "Neegs" by a few, but not many can get away with that. "Ted" is short for Theodore, and "Max" is short for Maxine (never call Max by her full name, she hates it.)

4) Are any of them up-to-speed on the latest trends? Anyone more old school? - Ted, Gojo, and Max are most likely to be up-to-speed on trends, but Max appreciates the old school stuff (she prefers analog cameras over digital for her photography, for instance.) Levi and Negan are more old school, though Negan might attempt to learn trends to seem cool to his students/the kids (it rarely works.)

5) Who has the best relationship with their siblings? - Three of them have siblings: Ted, Izaya, and Amaimon. Ted and his little brother probably have the best relationship, at least as kids, though he deals with insecurity and envy as their dad clearly favors his brother. Izaya has two sisters who are twins and about ten years his junior. Their parents were abroad for work so much that he basically raised them, but his bad influence played part in them turning out eccentric. Their relationship is complicated and a bit love/hate. Amaimon has six brothers and a sister. They are all demons (literally, they are children of Satan lol.) He's only seen interacting with one which I interpret him to have a neutral to positive relationship with. I don't see him having a close relationship with any of the others. But I also haven't read or watched the series in years, so I have no idea if more has been revealed.

6) Karaoke night! Who is likely to grab the mic first and bust out a tune? - Ted. Max will join him with some encouragement. Negan if he's had a few drinks.

7) Who is least likely to enter a beauty pageant/model? - Levi (he could actually probably do well as a model, but suggest this and he'll vehemently deny it.) Also Amaimon because he doesn't spend much time on Earth and probably doesn't even know what a beauty pageant is.

8) If your Muses visited a haunted house where actors scare you, who would panic and who would be unfazed? - Ted and Max would be panicking (but they're having a blast.) Levi and Amaimon are unfazed.

9) Are any of your Muses particular about taking certain modes of transportation? - Not really. Max does get nervous about airplanes and Izaya prefers to walk or take a taxi/public transport. Gojo doesn't drive and either takes the train/subway, has his assistant drive him, or teleports/warps short distances since he can do that lol.

10) Share a little-known fact about any Muse. - So I can't really think of anything, but I have twd verses for most of my muses that I never got to use/talk about so I'mma ramble on about little things about them here. Ted - and Bill - were following a band on tour that summer, and were at a music venue in the Atlanta area when the outbreak hit. Bill's dad died saving them the first day, and they and Missy go on to survive traveling around in their RV for a while. Max found an old vintage photography store shortly after the outbreak and took as many packs of polaroid film as she could realistically carry. She continues taking photos, not just to document the new world but to also capture small moments of beauty and happiness within her group. Gojo acts nonchalant about the apocalypse until he loses his best friend to a walker bite, after which he essentially shuts down and locks himself in a room with the (restrained) walker for days, refusing to let anyone in. He even attempts to remove its jaw/hands to keep it with him (kind of like Michonne did), and it wasn't until after that he finally killed it. He puts on a big smile and acts fine, but the unresolved anger and grief come out in spades whenever he goes up against walkers. Izaya and his sisters are in an airport preparing to fly back to Japan when the outbreak hits, and get stranded in the Virginia/DC area. A group takes them in out of pity, despite Izaya giving them the creeps. But when his sisters are eaten in a large walker attack, the group abandons him, and he's presumed dead. Months later, cue The Saviors showing up with Izaya at Negan's side as one of his lieutenants. Surprise! Levi meets up with his uncle, the only family he has, when the outbreak happens. It doesn't take long for them to start butting heads morally - his uncle is much quicker to warm up to the idea of stealing and killing. But they stick together until they're separated while fighting a horde, and Levi's been on his own ever since, unsure if he's alive. He's eventually taken in by Alexandria, but has a hard time adjusting. I don't have anything set for Amaimon, but he's naturally violent and off-putting and very likely ends up with the Whisperers or becomes a cannibal or something lol.

tagged by: @wexarethewalkingxdead tagging: @esoterium @survivoirs @chitteringbeast and anyone else that'd like to do this (y'all are the only active mutuals I know that have multiple muses and weren't already tagged I don't think??)

#dash games #my weeb past rearing its ugly head #max out there being the only female muse out of fourteen muses. girl i am so sorry #this got me very nostalgic so thank you lol #t.wd (and a.ttack on t.itan) is my go-to au for my muses and i've always enjoyed not only seeing how they'd fit into a story #but how they might interact with each other within the same au #since they're all from different fandoms. crossovers within crossovers lol #so i apologize for the block of text with that last question #✘ || Excuse the shit out of my goddamn french ( ooc )

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seat-safety-switch · 2 years

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We’ve all had our embarrassing moments in the past. That crush which didn’t work out. Forgetting to wear pants to a big party. Eating your fellow soccer players when your plane crashes in the mountains. All normal, everyday traumas that haunt us for the rest of our days, long after the other folks involved have forgotten all about it. I wasn’t so lucky. You see, they let me run Dodge for a few weeks.

Now, I’m aware that “Dodge” the entity is only one small part of the amorphous and indescribable entity known as Stellantis. Maybe that’s why I was the only applicant to the job. The interview went pretty well, except for the part where I got nervous and complimented them on their work on the Camaro. That wasn’t the embarrassing part.

No, the embarrassment came later. You see, Dodge in the current era is famous for one thing: shoving a lot of horsepower into a 25-year-old taxi chassis that another automaker didn’t want. Seeing the opportunity to become innovators and legends, they instead chose to retread the V8 horsepower wars of the 1960s and early 1970s, hoping that this time things would be different. For instance, they learned to target the customers with money, instead of broke teens who occasionally powerslid their 185-horsepower muscle car through a Dairy Queen. In conclusion, the Dodge formula is simple: big V8, lots of power, sell it to retirees and newly-enlisted soldiers.

Once I got in, though, I screwed things up a little. Sure, there were the first few days of finding my office (it’s the big scary one at the top of the building,) redecorating said office (more skulls, flames,) and figuring out what my secretary’s name is (Hector, I decided.) After that, it was time to make some very poor decisions indeed, as was my right as president of a major American automotive corporation.

Folks, let me tell you. Even though the average person on the street cannot figure out if 3/16″ or 1/4″ is bigger, they sure can tell if you turn their V8 into a twin-turbocharged inline-six. There were a lot of ramifications outside of the immediate consumer rage, too. For one thing, the aftermarket auto parts industry collapsed because they no longer got to sell two sets of valve cover gaskets. Look, I did what I could. Our 20-year-old chassis was getting very long in the tooth, so I called up Nissan and asked them if I could pretty-please have a couple of leftover Skyline GT-R dies. They were happy to get a new Patreon supporter, and I was happy to introduce the next ancient chassis that we would ruin for the next twenty years.

Now that I’ve been kicked out, and things are back to normal over at Dodge Towers, I don’t regret my choices. Sure, the automotive enthusiast media takes pictures of me whenever I leave my house, and occasionally spontaneous protests will form when I go down to the neighbourhood Denny’s, but I don’t care. I made sure to negotiate exactly one (1) broken-ass old Skyline as my severance package. They’ll come around to my way of thinking eventually.

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books i read in march 2023 📚

( trying the read more thing for the first time ever cause this is so long hope it works 💖 )

1. the hurting kind by ada limón - ★★★★★ - goddamn it, i really cant decide between four and five stars here . but at the end of the day, even though i cant say i loved every single poem, the collection as a whole is so full of life and defiant grace i just cant resist rounding up . ada limón has to be one of the best nature poets ive read so far ( cant wait to reread some of these poems outside when spring begins to feel like spring ), and also one of the few who can truly make this blunt and direct writing style work . if i were to talk about every poem i enjoyed, id be here all day but shout out to foaling season specifically that one hit me almost physically

2 + 3. the sandman: the kindly ones ( vol. 9 ) + the sandman: the wake ( vol. 10 ) by neil gaiman - all the stars in space . to me - if i loved it less, i might be able to talk about it more . shrimp emotions dont even begin to describe everything these last two volumes make me feel . i say this all the time though + there is not much else i can say without spoiling things, so . i dont know . just read it . the one thing i want everyone to take from this blog is that they should read it

4. panics by barbara molinard - ★★★★ - i think i found this thanks to lees ( stephaniesays1968 ) storygraph ... one of the instances in which the story behind how something was written is almost more interesting than the writing itself . barbara molinard was known for destroying her work and this is the only book she ever published - and being aware of that does make the stories even more haunting . or haunted perhaps . very madwoman in the attic, very surrealistic, recommending this to those who enjoy kafka and shirley jackson

favourites: the plane from santa rosa, the fathers apartment, untitled ( isolated fragments, liberty ), taxi, the sponge, im alone and its night, the vault

5. serious concerns by wendy cope - ★ - i expected this collection to have roughly the same energy as the famous orange poem, but instead it was just very ... english wine mom after her fourth divorce . though undeniably witty, occasionally funny and even somewhat subversive, the ever-present vibe of cynical pragmatism made it completely unenjoyable for me . however, wendy copes wikipedia page claims that her later collections are different so perhaps i just started in the wrong place ? i wouldnt want to discourage anyone from giving this collection or author a try, but personally i simply dont share her sense of humor

6. contemplation by franz kafka - ★★★ - i spontaneously picked up the czech translation during a slow day at work and ... well, it sure helped pass the time ! i have no idea how i feel about kafkas fiction to be honest - on the one hand he is so much more than the sadboy people tend to reduce him to and there is certain joie de vivre in his writing, on the other hand i find his style ... dry . ( saying that feels like a crime ) this was a pretty hit-or-miss collection for me, but i feel more motivated to read more of his work now, so . a win is a win

favourites: the sudden walk, excursion into the mountains, passers-by, on the tram, clothes, rejection, reflections for gentlemen-jockeys, the street window

7. howls moving castle by diana wynne jones - ★★★★ - this was so whimsical and chaotic and just bursting with creativity . way more down-to-earth than i expected, but it was almost healing to see these really flawed characters loved and happy . im so excited to watch the movie now, unlike everyone else i didnt feel much for book howl ( i just kept thinking he needs a fancam set to womanizer ) but perhaps i will fall for his movie version ? we will see . im very intrigued by diana wynne jones' style, it made the story seem as if it was writing itself ... cant wait to read more ! and recommend her work to every child i run into

up next: i said this last month, but i need to read my silly little college textbooks for real this time, so i should take a little break from this weird marathon reading i seem to be doing . anyway i hope to slowly get thru weavers, scribes, and kings by amanda h. podany ( finally ! nonfiction ! ) and um . well . there is still the prequel to the sandman . and a few spin-offs that seem interesting . and i downloaded stardust the other day because i love actively making my parasocial relationships worse . i should disclose that im horrible at planning though, so chances are i will just read ten completely random books again instead of any of these . love and light

#📚#booksletter

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pudding-parade · 9 months

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Do you happen to use any Nraas modules with your KW? I use a ton of them and have missed having kw in my game (but not the lag) and you’ve just shared a way to be naughty with minimal lag. If there’s very little conflicts… I may have to download. Thank you!

Yes, I use the same NRaas mods in my Kinky World saves that I use in my non-KW saves, which is all of them except Vector, if I'm remembering right. And I do not disable ErrorTrap's dereferencing as recommended, either. (Doing that basically deactivates ErrorTrap, and you don't want to do that. I'm half-convinced that this is why KW has a save-breaking reputation, because ErrorTrap isn't doing the behind-the-scenes clean-up of EA crap that it's designed to do.) But yeah, in my experience NRaas mods and KW work mostly fine together, with the proviso that I don't use all of KW's functions because I'm just not interested in them. I have no interest in sims being raped or sims engaging in bestiality, for instance. (No shame if someone else wants those in their fantasy game. It's just not what I'm into, so those things and a few others are turned off.) Even so, when it comes to KW+NRaas functionality issues, I think the only relevant thing is that NRaas doesn't like KW's playable high school system, and it may just be Story Progression that doesn't like it. At least, that's what I've read. I've never used a KW high school myself because it's another of those things I'm not interested in. So with all that in mind, the KW+NRaas issues I have noticed are:

1) Go Here, believe it or not. They don't conflict in game-crashing or game-breaking ways but in smaller ways. For example, with both KW and GoHere in place, when a sim leaves work, they won't come home in the carpool vehicle. They will briefly get in the carpool vehicle, then get out, summon a taxi or their owned vehicle, and then go home in that. (Which sucks if you're playing with a mod where taxis cost money. For this reason I don't use such a mod in KW saves, though I do in non-KW ones.) Likewise, kids won't take the bus home from school. They'll get in the bus, then get out, and ride their bike (or sometimes walk) home instead. This doesn't bother me, but it is a conflict between them. Even if it did bother me, I highly value Go Here's door-locking functionality, so I'd put up with it. :)

Also, sort of related to Go Here, if you happen to use the Toddler Independence mod (the one that allows toddlers to climb stairs), I haven't been able to get it to work with KW, at least not with the Go Here-compatible version of that mod. It's conflicting with KW (or with the combination of KW and Go Here) somehow because Toddler Independence works fine in my non-KW saves, but not in my KW ones. Just thought I'd mention it.

2) Woohooer, perhaps obviously. Basically, with KW in a save, you don't need Woohooer unless you want teen woohoo/pregnancy and/or male- and/or same-sex pregnancy because KW doesn't enable either of those. I want all of that, so what I do when playing a KW save is turn off everything else but teen and male/same-sex pregnancy in Woohooer's settings. That said, you can leave things on, if you want to. You can build Woohooer's Kama Sutra skill, you can get the Woohooer post-woohoo moodlets in addition to the KW ones, etc. But, I just leave on the teen and mpreg/same-sex preg stuff and turn off/make non-autonomous everything else.

(Also, there's a bug fix included with Woohooer that you might want even if you want/need nothing else in Woohooer when using KW. That is that the game can freeze when an NPC is giving birth. Woohooer fixes this and, so far as I know, it's the only fix for it. So there's that, too. You can turn off everything in Woohooer's settings, but it will still fix this bug. So you might want to keep it in play just for that.)

3) Retuner, a bit. But, again, not in game-breaking ways, and only if you use Retuner to customize pregnancy length and correspondingly adjust when sims get the symptoms of pregnancy and the moodlets and start the preggo walk and all that. Left to its own devices, KW will trample all over those settings unless you also go into the KW settings and set the pregnancy length to match whatever you set it to be in Retuner. Then it should follow the other pregnancy-related settings you set in Retuner as well. Non-pregnancy-related settings in Retuner are all fine.

4) Relativity, but only in the sense that if you use it to slow down the game and to commensurately slow down skill-gaining, Relativity can't affect the speed that sims gain KW's Woohoo and Exhibition skills. Because obviously Relativity doesn't "see" those skills. So it's not a conflict so much as a "you just can't do this" thing.

Similarly, I've also tried slowing down the gaining of the KW skills more manually using Master Controller's settings where you can set individual skills to gain more quickly or more slowly. Although those skills do show on the list where you can control that in Master Controller, changing the multipliers for those skills doesn't seem to change anything in-game. Unfortunately. So, if you play with longer life spans, you'll have sims who master the KW skills very quickly, which is a bad thing in my view, but of course YMMV.

5) Story Progression. These two don't really conflict, except that KW has a very rudimentary story progression of its own that, again if left to its own devices, will overwrite the equivalent settings in NRaas Story Progression. So, I just turn off all of KW's story progression except for the two bits that control NPCs gaining the KW skills because obviously there's no equivalent settings in the NRaas mod for those. Everything seems to work fine. For instance, I use Story Progression's caste system extensively in my D/s world to differentially govern the behaviors of those sims who are doms and those who are subs. It all works fine in conjunction with KW.

And that's really all that I've noticed after years of playing with KW and NRaas mods across many saves. That said, if you do choose to play with NRaas+KW and you have problems, the folks at NRaas will (rightfully) not help you with any save touched by KW. Basically, using KW in a save "voids your warranty" when it comes to the NRaas mods in that save. So, if you're not a person that can figure things out for yourself when things go wrong or don't work as expected, bear that in mind.

Whatever the case, if you choose to proceed, don't become overly attached to any KW save, with NRaas or not. I've actually never had one go bonkers (and I've been playing a few KW saves for quite a long time), and as I said I'm half-convinced that this is because I don't hamstring ErrorTrap as recommended, but there's always a first time. Don't plan to do a 10-generation legacy in a KW save if you're the type to be heartbroken over it going belly-up in Gen 8 or something, and also, as always, make lots of back-ups, and I think you'll be fine.

#replies #kinky world mod

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여행

Let's do some travel (여행) with our lyrics today!

Pick your mode of transport - plane, train, boat, subway or bus, we have them all!

(We don't have a car because listening for 차 in Korean lyrics is like listening for birds in a forest.)

I start with plane because that was the second word in skz lyrics I ever recognized! The reason for it was that I just started learning with a teacher who taught me that word and then a few hours later heard the song: Airplane!

Minlix say hi watch our vid for all your 비행기 needs!

That's right 비행기 is airplane and they repeat it a lot in the song. It took me a while to hear it because the accent on it isn't the same as when it's spoken in regular conversation but once you hear it you will always hear it :)

It's at the very start, let Chanlix guide you!

YAYA 비행기 비행기

멀리 떠나 올라타자 비행기 너와 나 함께 타는 비행기

the second part translates to:

"let's go far, get on the plane you and I together on a plane"

The verse changes twice to:

짐 싸고 와 올라타자 비행기 같이 가 날 따라와 비행기

But 비행기 is always at the end so you can't miss it!

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3RACHA 기차 choo-choo

Time to get on the train with 3racha!

That particular gem is from Runner's High (almost at the end, just before Chan comes in with "sound the alarm") but we get it a bit more in TTATH, Slump and Subway II.

In Subway II we also get more choo-choos from Chan :)

Choo-choo를 외치며 가지고 놀았던 기차 아직은 나랑 붙어 다니네

The train that I played with while shouting choo-choo is still with me

In Slump, the Korean version, this verse repeats twice:

이러다 여기 혼자 멈춰질까 두려워 꿈을 꾸며 달리던 기차는 고장 나고 여전히 눈앞에 아른거리는 많은 섬 그곳에 나 혼자 못 닿을까봐 두려워

I'm afraid I'll stop here alone The train that I was dreaming of broke down many islands still looming before my sight I'm afraid I won't be able to reach them alone (This translation brought to you by Papago, Han's lyrics are far too advanced for me :D )

And in TTATH:

나는 무궁화호 타고 기차여행 할란다

I will travel on the Mugunghwa train

(this line also gives us 여행 - travel!)

You can catch Chan singing it here in his verse that starts at 2:10 (the actual word is at 2:20 the verse also contains 비행기 so try to catch them both!

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:D ok ok full line:

그래 너는 비행기 타고 날아가라 나는 무궁화호 타고 기차여행 할란다

Yes, you should fly by plane I will take the Mugunghwa train

Alright time to sail away on a 배, yes, a pear! No, just kidding, a ship, but also a pear :D

ngl I only know of one instance of them using it but it's pretty good.

In the 3racha version of Broken Compass:

음악이란 바다 위 내가 탄 배는 쓰리라차

On top of the sea of music, my ship is 3RACHA

Now this line is in the middle of Changbin's verse so you'd think that would be the end of that but ACTUALLY he slows down here just for you so a) give this poor forgotten youtube channel a listen, b) give this INCREDIBLE song a listen and c) listen to Changbin to hear the 배! 1:27 for this particular line:

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Full disclosure he continues then to say:

남의 것을 뺏지 않아 우리 방식대로 배 위에 월척을 담아

But Papago and I are both struggling with this one, something about pulling big fish on the boat in their own way!

지하철 time, short trips only :)

In Subway Pt. II Han gives us:

I wanna take a taxi 좀 더 편안하게 지하철 탈 돈 모아서 차라리 먹을래 서브웨이

I'd rather save money and take the subway and eat Subway

... listen he was 16 and also this is more amusing in Korean :D

Han goes on to use it 3 more times in the next verse which (the verse) I personally find hilarious so read with me!

출근 시간 걸렸어 좌석은 물 건너갔어 아침 8시쯤 지하철 문에 기대지 내 몸 그러다 졸기라도 하면 지하철 문이 열리고 중심을 잃고 온수역 바닥과 뽀뽀하죠 쪽팔려 뛰는 내 두 다리 비몽사몽한 정신도 깨 내 목적지와는 반대편 지하철로 가

I caught it at commute time, the seats are gone I lean on the subway door around 8 a.m And when I doze off, the subway door opens I lose my balance and kiss the floor of the Onsu station (역) My two legs that run in shame wake me up from the half-asleep mind I take the subway opposite my destination

This song is one of the ones that were removed when they became a real band for (c) reasons so there's no official link so have a lyrics vid instead:

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Sometimes the best trip is a trip down memory lane so let's go with Chan on this 버스 ride.

Now I know what you're thinking "that's literally just the word bus written in Korean, I think I got this one" and sure yes you're right but HAVE YOU LISTENED TO 4419? DID YOU KNOW IT WAS A SONG CHAN WROTE ABOUT ALL THE TIMES HE RODE ON THE 4419 BUS TO SCHOOL WITH BAMBAM WHO WAS HIS BEST FRIEND AT THE TIME AND WHO HE MISSED AFTER BAMBAM DEBUTED?

Yeah now listen to it again with those lyrics in mind:

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I may be outright wrong, but I'm terrified of the UK government's lack of care about corporate monopolys on different industries in the UK.

The law regulating dominance in the European Union is governed by Article 102 of the Treaty on the Functioning of the European Union which aims at enhancing the consumer's welfare and also the efficiency of allocation of resources by protecting competition on the downstream market. The existence of a very high market share does not always mean consumers are paying excessive prices since the threat of new entrants to the market can restrain a high-market-share company's price increases. Competition law does not make merely having a monopoly illegal, but rather abusing the power a monopoly may confer, for instance through exclusionary practices (i.e. pricing high just because it is the only one around). It may also be noted that it is illegal to try to obtain a monopoly, by practices of buying out the competition, or equal practices.

I did pull this off of Wikipedia but I thought it would help to define what a monopoly is and what the rules are regarding the monopolies of industries.

So, I am reading a hefty book This is Vegan Propaganda (and Other Lies the Meat Industry Tells You) by Ed Winters, and he mentions this:

"In fact, it is estimated that around 97% of chicken farmers in the USA are currently contractors for these huge corporations. It's a similar story in UK, with companies such as Moy Park, who have a near monopoly on farmers in Northern Ireland, and Avara Foods contracting smaller farms to supply them with their animals."

So then I did some research and found this:

"the UK Competition and Markets Authority fined a small seller of Justin Bieber wall posters for engaging in an illegal cartel – but left the supremacy of Amazon, the platform through which the conspiracy was perpetrated, untouched."

"Competition authorities are often hesitant to intervene with the growing power of technology companies because they fear clipping the wings of “golden geese”. This is partly why Facebook was allowed to acquire Instagram, and Google could purchase Waze. The same could be said of the European commission’s approvals of the Facebook/WhatsApp and Google/DoubleClick mergers. These deals consolidated the giants’ control over online ads, which is driving the spread of disinformation and hate speech."

"UK expenditure on digital advertising amounts to £500 per year for every household, about 80% of which goes straight to Facebook and Google. And although Uber rides are cheaper than many taxi fares, the company avoids paying any VAT on its booking fees."

All in an article published by the Guardian: "Monopoly power is running wild. We need tough competition laws to rein it in" by Michelle Meagher. To put it simply: the UK has been ignoring the law of monopolies for a long time now and we're starting to see total control over industries being ushered in so that the government have fewer people to answer to and those are the corporations that run the world. You think I'm kidding? Consider what's in your house. In your hands. Consider the food you eat. All being in control of the few people who are pally with the current government. I'm sorry, but I'm terrified of this dystopian hellscape we live in enough already to consider what is actually happening right now.

#uk government #monopoly #economics #the guardian #capitalism #capitalism sucks

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What's The Easiest Way To Use My Credit Card Rewards And Journey Points?

I’ve been traveling and working from my laptop computer since 2019. I was planning to travel to eight nations in 2020, however because of the pandemic I’ve only been to 2. Users also can open an IRA, and/or Acorns Spend, a fee-free checking account that allows users to earn bonus investments up to 10%, plus immediate investing features. There is a balance somewhere between naked minimalism and wanton consumption, and by looking at your finances and financial savings goal we are ready to find areas to regulate. Take out money, it’s tougher to spend frivolously whenever you use money as an alternative of playing cards. We love touring a lot that we’re prepared to give up a few different luxuries in order to have dream holidays a quantity of instances a yr. In order to plan an epic vacation (and not only a typical back-to-Disneyland kind of vacay) you have to know the way much it will cost. It just so happens that talking about funds isn’t the sexiest factor ever. Wait till Monday, Tuesday and even Wednesday if you can hold out that long for it. When folks discuss home travel, they normally have driving or flying in thoughts. And it’s true, when you become a road warrior or learn the key to discovering low-cost flights, it’s easy to overlook in regards to the choo-choo. My business is simply starting and my overhead including transportation costs are taking an enormous chunk out of my backside line. Dubai is probably the most expensive and least backpacking-friendly country I even have ever been to. Accommodation, food, alcohol and any type of exercise all the time turn out to be very costly. On top of this, public transportation is sort of restricted, due to this fact on occasions, you may be forced to take a taxi. Hopefully, the above methods and resources will help you to find reasonably priced resorts, apartments and resorts on your subsequent journey and get you the best value your cash should buy. You can choose to both pay for a dormitory room in which you’ll share with different friends, or you can pay for personal rooms with shared or private bogs. how to afford traveling is determined by your finances, comfort level, and whether or not you're solo, a pair or a household. It’s good to know that you were able to reap the advantages of your hotel booking because you fortunately received a last-minute deal. My husband is thinking that it might be a good suggestion to take our children to the Zion National Park and maybe spend the complete weekend at a nearby lodge. I’ll attempt to look for resorts that provide family discounts and hope that we’ll have the power to save a lot like you. Washington Post columnist Christopher Elliott says travel loyalty packages are determined to maintain prospects in the course of the pandemic and are going the extra mile to hold onto enterprise. Other vacationers construct spreadsheets from scratch, using tabs to separate the various parts of their financial lives. One tab could serve as a invoice calendar, one for savings and one for journey.

Best thing to do is hold up your clothes whenever you get to your destination. Wrap clothes tightly to keep away from wrinkles but do not stretch out the clothes. Wrap both sleeves and the underside of each shirt or sweater around the pouch. Start rolling up the size of the denims from the bottom or cuff. It's good to begin out off with denims and greater gadgets to have the ability to pack them in your bag first.

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‪[TRANSLATION] Arena Homme+ Magazine April 2021 Issue featuring JAY B

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JAY B is free and starting again from scratch. That is what JAY B has in mind. GOT7’s leader announced that he would be leaving JYPE as the group stays together. JAY B is preparing to debut as a solo musician while planning to also release mixtapes and hold exhibitions as Def. We had a chat with JAY B, who has gained more freedom and strength, at the swimming pool about courage, depression, literature and aspirations.

Did you come here alone?

Yes. I took a taxi here. I was the type to go around freely even when I was in JYPE but catching the taxi to work this time around felt new.

All GOT7 members decided to leave JYP but stay together as a group. As a leader, you needed to make a decision, right?

Although we ended up leaving JYPE, we wanted to continue as GOT7. We all agreed to leave [JYPE] and try it between ourselves.The product made from me taking responsibility/taking charge was the single 'Encore’ that was released not too long ago. I was involved in the whole process with a new record label. I was happy to see a good response [to the single]. It was lacking in some areas but I was just very proud that we were able to show a different step. Since we showed through this single that “we did not disband”, what’s next is more important. When we left JYPE, Director Jung Wook mentioned "Your role as a leader starts now." I'm realizing it now.

”I wanted to learn everything about the process of releasing an album and how difficult it is. I wanted to start again from scratch.”

Your role as a leader actually starts now.

I used to find the role of a leader burdensome at times but now I feel a greater sense of responsibility. While supporting each person’s journey, I thought I needed to be the one to step up once we got back together. We also talk regularly in our group chat. Not long ago, Jackson went to China. When Mark went to the USA, I could see him off but when Jackson was leaving, we couldn’t be together because of a schedule. So I told him to have a safe flight, apologised for not being able to see him off and thanked him too. He replied saying he’ll take care and be back.

What motivated you to leave the large agency you've been working with for a long time?

The thought came to mind suddenly as we were promoting as GOT7. Am I taking all these benefits I get for granted? When a schedule is released I just do it, and when they ask me to confirm things I do, but what kind of long process has it gone through before it came to me? Who sends a request and how is it processed? Why am I only waiting until it reaches me and simply watching it unfold? I wanted to be directly involved in that process. I wanted to learn everything about the process of releasing an album and how difficult it is. I want to be humble and start from the bottom again.

Didn't you need the courage?

Of course I did. I was also afraid. My position has risen to all the way up here, but when it comes to my actual knowledge, I think I'm only down there. I was afraid that the difference would feel too big once I left the company. But I think I would have been more afraid if I stayed at JYPE. Since that difference would have grown bigger and bigger. My real self is here, so I should face it head-on a little faster. That's what I thought.

As JAY B or as Def. who releases mixtapes and holds exhibitions, you must have had the desire to do something new.

I want to do research and build it up step by step without haste. JAY B will show hip hop and RnB music that appeals to the general public and Def. will do activities that Def. wants to do. It could be mixtapes or exhibitions, or other different kinds of fictions. Def. is the nickname I used as a bboy before I became a trainee. It’s like air floating about freely. It could be house or soul or acoustic or even modern rock. In a way, you can say that Def. is close to my “main self” but since I debuted as JAY B, I’ll also show a devoted side of myself through JAY B. I want to be a person who can do both what he has to do and what he wants to do freely.

Listening to your mixtapes, and hearing that you like the styles of D’Angelo and Ray Charles, you seem to be attached to the Southern US rhythm and blues and soul music.

I do like them a lot. I like the entire hip-hop culture that originated from there. That culture also includes DJing, graffiti and even bboying. Since I started as a bboy, I would look up older videos to watch, study the culture and also look into what each dance move symbolizes, with my bboying crew and that's how I became fascinated. What captivated me the most was their obstinacy. I felt respect towards the conviction and obstinacy they carried with their culture.

Is that mood still incorporated in your music and dance?

Yes. For example, I don’t think choreography is dance. I think dancing is when music plays and you like the rhythm and start humming and bobbing your head and moving your body. I think dancing is a free act you do out of enjoyment.

What was the reason you joined an idol group after starting out as a bboy?

I gained an interest in music too, not just dancing. When I was young, I listened to D’Angelo’s music and wanted to become a singer like him. But I was rebellious when I first joined JYPE. Haha. I was even suspended for a month once as a trainee. I definitely said hello but they said I didn’t so they said "If you're going to be stubborn, then go home" and me with my young heart replied “Then I shall head home.” and left. Then I met up with my bboying crew after a long time, and in just a few months it turned into a different world. The crew members were above me and I was worried because I could feel myself far away by myself. Should I go back to bboying? Should I continue as a trainee? In the end, I wanted to do my very best in whatever I chose so I decided to focus on becoming a singer. Since I wanted to do music, it was a choice I made with no regrets.

You started as a dancer and ended up as a main vocalist. What was music to you back then?

It was a challenge. Trainees are divided into singing and dancing. I joined as a dancer but what I wanted to do was become a singer and not just do dance. But since I was put into the dancing division, I worked even harder with singing to break that prejudice. I often felt defeated. I still feel defeated with singing. Haha. But music is about endless research. Now it’s more about research than studying.

You grew up as an only child to your parents who did farming?

I was an ordinary kid. I enjoyed Haruki’s Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage and thought the “colourless” kid was just like me. I was a calm kid who helped his parents with their farm work. I don’t know if it’s because I don’t have any older siblings but they said I used to talk to myself a lot. My mother said there was a way she would know if I was home or not. If I was home, she would hear me talk to myself and be like “Oh really?” “Yes really” haha.

It’s extraordinary to read Haruki at that age.

There was an older friend that I knew and he was really cool. He looked really cool reading on the bus with his legs crossed. He said “Hey, Read a book and build up some knowledge.” As I was trying to be cool like him, I gained a favourite author and started reading more since I enjoyed it.

What kind of books do you like?

When I was a teenager I often read Kafka On The Shore. It felt like Kafka was just like me, and so while reading it, I even cried. The style of Murakami Radio was also interesting. The ending phrase “But I like that more…” was very witty. I’m collecting books from secondhand bookstores from authors who won the Young Author awards. I like Lee Jang-wook's short story Byeon Hee-bong. The main character knows the actor Byun Hee-bong, but the world doesn't know him. He would ask "Don't you know Byun Hee-bong from the movie The Host?" But no one knows. I like stories that don’t intend to be funny but they end up making me giggle.

What do you read these days?

I try to read poetry. I purchased and read the first volume that appeared on Moonji’s Poetry Collection, but it has too many Hanja characters. Haha. I started with Munhwak’s Poetry Collection. I have volumes 1 to 85. I also read poet Park Joon's collection of poems and poet Lee Eun-gyu's Affectionate Name. I even underlined and wrote things down.

Among the idols and musicians I’ve met, I think you are the most extensive reader.

We went on tours often and we would have a lot of time in my hotel room. When I went out I took pictures and when I stayed in my hotel room I read books. When I go on an overseas tour, I pack around 30 books in my suitcase. Then I bring back the books that left an impression on me, and those that didn’t sometimes I dispose of them there. These days, I look for independent publications too. I often look for independent publishing bookstores in Nakseongdae or Haebangchon. There are many books that contain honest stories that are not refined, and the power of those sentences is great.

How does reading influence your work?

The poetic expressions with poetic license help when writing lyrics. You read a new sentence and think “What is this expressing?” You receive inspiration from that image being expressed in a new way. I think of lyrics as poetry too. There are times I write how I feel honestly, but when I want to include a certain meaning I’d want to write the lyrics like poetry.

In your photo exhibition <ALONE> last year, you took pictures of objects and signs in the middle of the road.

Wouldn't it feel very lonely if you think about it from an object’s point of view? The camera captures just an instance but the object will stay there. I think each person has an insatiable loneliness. I like the artist Seonglib’s works, and I feel loneliness in his drawings. I don't know why I keep talking about loneliness, I guess I’m familiar with loneliness.

Seems like you take more pictures of objects and landscapes than people.

I don’t really like taking pictures of people. You can clearly see a person’s emotions in their eyes. I prefer hiding things rather than revealing them too much. I prefer objects, backgrounds, and natural objects rather than subjects that openly express 'It's me!'. Tranquil things, I like when you go past something and go “that’s how it was.” I try my best since my job requires being presented to people but that’s also how I am.

Who do you like as a movie director?

I like Woody Allen’s directing. My favourite is Match Point. It's a love story that goes beyond taboos, and it's electrifying. The face of the actor who secretly asks the reunited lover to give him her number remains in my memory for a long time. How could he direct such a real-looking, raw look in their eyes? When I was a theater and film major, I used to take directing classes rather than acting. If I were to direct a film, I would like to shoot an eccentric witty romantic comedy like Love Fiction directed by Jeon Gye-soo.

Are you self-conscious as an artist?

I’m interested in a variety of genres, and interact with crews often, but I think goofing off just because they are an artist is an arrogant attitude. Everyone is their own artist, no matter what they do, right? I'm not trying to be pretentious, I just think there's a difference in expression, and people who work in the office are also doing their own art. That’s why I’m a little shy about the title “artist.” Is there a need to be puffed up with pride because I’m an artist? I’m just a person.

While filming for “What's in my bag” and revealed your medications for depression and panic disorder. When did you face your depression?

I didn’t know I had depression. I thought I was being weak for a short while and let it pass. But on an occasion I got examined and found out I had depression. They asked how I lived by without going to the psychiatrist. I said I just thought I was the type to feel blue. Haha. I’m the type that doesn’t show [what is wrong] but they said I was in a state where I needed treatment. After going to counselling and taking medications, I’m much better now.

“I just wanted to talk about it. It may not show, but depression is both a common and dangerous illness.”

I think you’re cool for having the courage to talk about this.

I got diagnosed and looked at the people around me. There are friends who are ashamed of it and try to hide it, and there are friends who talk about it as if it’s insignificant. I just wanted to talk about it. It may not show, but it’s both a common and dangerous illness. A mental illness is an illness too. Among my fans, or those who read this interview, if there is someone who feels depressed, don’t be ashamed of it and I hope you receive treatment and overcome it. It’s not an embarrassing thing and it doesn’t need to be hidden. And I was filming content where I show what’s inside my bag; I can’t lie. I wish everyone would be healthy.

Are you bad at lying?

Yes. If I have to tell a lie, I think it’s just better to not say anything. Since I’m the type that’s honest and straightforward, I also don’t like beating around the bush.

Can you share a way one can take a step forward towards recovering from depression?

Look at the world in a broad view. Know that there are many places you haven’t been to yet and there are many things you haven’t felt yet. It's also good to take a walk and go off your usual route and take a path you've never been on. Small adventures can also be of great help. Just by leaving the house you’re already halfway there. I think there are more ways you can refresh yourself outside rather than inside. Also, I thought I was an honest person but after being diagnosed with depression, I thought I should be more honest with myself and more faithful to myself. At times like this, think of yourself before others.

What do you believe in?

I just believe in god. I don’t have a religion. I don’t know what kind of existence god is but I do believe that there is a god. When I’m thankful or am having a hard time, I pray. “Thank you.” “Please let me get through this wisely.”

What is the greatest motivation that moves you?

As long as I’m alive, I want to continue doing work that will leave a message. I believe that there is no next life. I think I should live this time diligently to the fullest. To have no regrets.

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Camren catagories

(always down to take suggestions for where you think each song goes)

Camren is not a linear storyline.

Their relationship is so complex and complicated as ever as we can see from their music and the way that they interact. Some songs may be in more than one category because why the fuck not. If it’s where they belong, it’s where they belong.

Camren has a few categories within their music.

The falling:

Only Told the Moon

Unforgettable

Taxi

Never Be The Same

Easy

Dream of You

Used to This

These are obviously the songs when C first fell for L and they give a sense of how she felt. All of the lyrics in these songs are about falling in love with the green eyed beauty or the green eyed beauty falling for miss Cuban booty and it’s obvious that’s who these songs were written very early in their relationship and have been staples in the CS community

The fucking:

Thief Looks Like an Angel

She Loves Control

Havana

Inside Out

Into It

Living Proof

My Oh My

Liar

Curious

Senorita (yes I included it because I think it's about L, sue me)

Don’t Wanna Say

Lento

South of the Border

OMG

Sangria Wine

More Than That

I put these songs in the same category because they all are instances where there's a lot of sexual tension and we can all tell that these songs all connect to each other. She Loves Control is obviously about Karla coming out to play and being a playa. The others are quite obvious if you ask me. All these songs are very much about each other and it makes it all the better honestly. People are trying to link these to other people (ie. T*, Sh*wn, A*stin, L*cy) and they are not about their ex PR’s, they’re about camren in the most obvious ways. You can't really link them to the PR's because they're not supposed to be linked to the PR's

The Fighting:

Crying in the Club

Consequences

Something's Gotta Give

This Love

Cry for Me

Expectations

Back to Me

Should’ve Said It

On Guard

All of these songs give me “go away I don’t want to talk to you right now” vibes and if you really listen to them. They’re all like a big fuck you to the other and it shows. These songs also throw us off a little with the camren narrative because it leads us to believe there was a breakup but the other songs lead us to believe there was something else. I do believe there was a breakup but not like we think there was. I think it was the breakup of the group that has something to do with these songs. Especially when it comes to the two years. The two year span can be applied to many things including, but not limited to, the time it took for them to fall in love (17 when we started to fall - K.C.C.E used to this), the time from when they fell in love to when C left the group and went solo (Then we lost it all - K.C.C.E used to this), there was also a two year relationship span between both T*ren and S*wmila. The timeline branches in so many places it's amazing.

The ‘what the fuck is happening in my brain’:

Scattered

Colors

Bad Kind of Butterflies

50 ft

While I’m Alive

All of these songs give me a what the fuck is happening in my brain kind of vibe and I dont know why but they do so I put them all in a catagory.

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Hidden Truths

Pairing: Hardin Scott x reader (Platonic)

Summary: Can you write something where the reader learns she was kidnapped at birth and Hardin helps her through the trauma? Anonymous

Warnings: Angst, kidnapping, trauma, mentions of miscarriage. Let me know if there are more.

A/N For this one Hardin stayed in England with his mom. Also one of the hardest concepts I’ve ever tried writing.

It starts out as a joke. You just want to know more about your ancestors and there’s this trend going around that you send in your DNA and it tells you all about where you come from. The 5% Ireland doesn’t surprise you. Frankly, you expected that part. It’s the 80% Canadian that surprises you. Your family hasn’t left England for centuries. You did a family tree as a school project in 3rd grade and you know your roots are English and somewhat Irish. Why would the test tell you that you’re from Canada?

“Mom? Do we have any family in Canada?” Her hesitation last only a moment but you notice it all the same.

“No, honey. We’ve never even been to Canada.” Your mom has a tell. She always lift her right eyebrow slightly whenever she’s lying to you. It’s something you picked up along the way when you watched her lie to her clients. Over the next few days you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something about Canada you need to discover.

“Maybe you’re adopted?” Hardin speculates. You’re lying on his bed while he’s placed himself in his desk chair.

“Don’t say that. My parents are my parents.”

“It’s possible. You said your mom had a weird reaction.” You hate that he’s making sense. You don’t want to believe that you’re adopted. This family is all you have and to find out it may be based on a lie would destroy you.

“But if they won’t tell me anything, I’ll never know.”

“So quick to give up?” Hardin asks with a smirk turning his laptop on. You can hear his mom rummaging downstairs and you wonder if she knows something. If maybe your mom told her something over a cup of coffee while 10-year-old you and Hardin played out in the yard.

“We could always look it up. Maybe you can access your file. If you have one.” He starts searching google for adoption agencies in Canada and even though you’re not remotely ready to consider you might be adopted, you still peek over his shoulder to see what he finds.

“If there is a file, it’s probably closed. I mean, all the shows always say those kind of cases are closed.”

“You mean TV-shows?” he chuckles not even looking up, “what the hell?” In an instance, you’re right next to him.

“What? What is it?” It’s an old article of a baby that was kidnapped. You look at the date only to realise that it’s your birthday. The baby was kidnapped the same day you were born. But that’s not the weirdest part. It’s the photo of what the baby would approximately look like now. It’s the spitting image of you. The article mentions a birthmark on the hip. The exact same place as your birthmark.

“This is seriously freaky,” Hardin comments. You tell him to close the article and pretend you didn’t find it. It’s too much information and you need to talk to your parents. But when it comes down to it, you’re too scared. It takes you weeks before you feel ready to do something. You’re terrified of the truth, of realising that your parents not only weren’t your biological parents, but that they kidnapped you as a baby. Who even does that?

“I think I need to find out,” you tell Hardin one day. He buys plain tickets to Canada within an hour. You lie to your parents as you’re packing your bag hoping that the universe forgives you. It’s not that you want to lie to them, but they’re not being truthful and you don’t trust them to tell you. In less than 24 hours you’re standing at the Canadian airport trying to catch a taxi. You don’t even know what you’re going to tell these people but all too soon you’re standing at the address mentioned in the article.

“I’m right here next to you. Just say the word and we’ll get out of here.” You’re so thankful for his support even if you don’t have the words to tell him right now. You knock on the door and your possible birth mom opens up. Her reaction is instant. Tears fill her eyes.

“Oh God,” she whispers almost reaching out to touch you.

“I found an article online of a baby that was kidnapped.” You hold up the picture with shaking hands. This may be nothing but you need to know. You need to know if you were robbed of this childhood. She invites you in for tea and you accept. Hardin is right behind you the entire time making you feel safe despite everything that’s happening. You’re pretty sure if he hadn’t come with you, your sanity would jump out the window. You try to keep the conversation with Diana light because you’re not ready to dive into the serious stuff just yet. At some point, her husband Joseph comes home from work. They’re nice people. At the end of the day, you have to return to England but you get their information to stay in touch. You want to stay longer but you’re also itching to return and confront the people who took you. Anger fills you when you think of the childhood taken. You agree to leave them a strand of hair for a DNA test so you all can get the answers you so desperately crave. It isn’t until Heathrow airport that you break down. It comes sudden and overwhelms you. Hardin holds you tight as you break apart. He keeps shushing you as he leads the two of you to the taxi outside.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup through the sobs but he just shakes his head. There’s zero judgement in his eyes and it isn’t until you’re parked in front of your house that you realise he still hasn’t let go of you. How did your life turn into an episode of Criminal Minds?

“Do you want me to come in with you?” he asks. Maybe you should be scared to go confront them but the need for answers overshadow all the other feelings. You have to know and for some reason, you feel sure they won’t harm you.

“I think I have to do this alone.” So you hug him one last time before entering the house on your own.

“Where have you been? We’ve been worried sick!” So apparently the lie didn’t last that long.

“I went to visit Diana and Joseph. My birth parents.” You could hear a pin drop. They both stand still in utter shock.

“Anyone want to tell me why I was kidnapped?” You’re angry and hurt and terrified but you need to have this conversation in an attempt to find some peace. What you don’t expect is your mother to sit down with tears streaming down her face while your father places a hand on her shoulder.

“I had three miscarriages. It was horrible. After the third one, I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t go through the pain of losing a baby again. Instead we started looking at adoption agencies but it was expensive. There was no way we could afford it.” Shame dominates her features as she tells the story. You try to hold on to your anger but you’re looking at a broken woman. She’s unable to continue so your dad takes over.

“We finally found an agency that offered their services to a price we could afford. It was very discreet and we received no information. We didn’t know until after we got you. We never would’ve accepted it if we knew. You have to believe that. But when we heard about the missing baby, we’d had you for almost two months. And we couldn’t give you up. So we closed eyes and ears to everything on the news. In the end, we managed to convince ourselves that it wasn’t you.” It’s too much. You want them to be the villains who stole you away from your real life but you just feel sorry for them. Everything they went through. There’s no arguing that what they did was wrong and awful but they just look so sad and small standing before you.

“I need some air.” You don’t even look back but instead head straight out where you find Hardin.

“I know you said you wanted to do this alone but I figured you’d might need company.” There’s no hesitation as you walk into his arms. You have no idea what the future will bring. You want to know your birth parents. And you have no idea what to do with the people who raised you. It’s all just too much for you to comprehend right now. But you do know that Hardin will be right there through everything. In the chaos, he’s your constant and you’re forever thankful.

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Inkubus x Vampire!Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Always There

Notes:

I think outta all Englund's characters on this blog, I like writing for Inkubus the most. Which is criminal seeing as I write for him the least. I need to change that haha.

Plot: You meet up with a very old friend of yours and you spend some time catching up. And he's so clearly in love with you, its unbelievable and torturous to him that no matter what he does, you don't notice.

Warnings: A very unreliable narrator (In terms of particular other peoples clear feelings for her), BLOOD, DRINKING BLOOD, DRAINING SOMEONE OF BLOOD (But in a sort of polite way? Hah), MENTIONS OF AN ABUSIVE EX PARTNER, vampires and incubus'.

The smell of iron and petrichor fills your nostrils, disgusting and refreshing and also, just... relieving... in equal measure filling you up as you kneel by the victim - the man you'd chosen, - for tonight; A needle and tube attached to a blood bag between your fingers and digging into the poor mans neck.

You hate doing this, knowing this guy will be weak and sick feeling for the next day - maybe two depending on how much you take from him, - without understanding why. But, its for sure better then the alternative- which is just digging in right here and now with your teeth. That's messy, and the marks you leave behind aren't easy to explain away as 'animal attacks' anymore.

You need the blood, but you aren't a savage, jeez. You always catch any new vampire movies or shows together with your daughter and watch those actors with blood all over their chins, and think... How old are these vamps supposed to be?? 300 hundred years old!?

And they don't know how to eat without getting it all over their face?

Pfft! Rolling your eyes, you gently shake your head at the memories of bloody Edward Cullen and Lestat and Damon Salvetore swimming around in your head as watch the man's breathing. To be fair, you love them all - Twilight, Interview with a Vampire, The Vampire Diaries, Nosferatu, Vampires Vs the Bronx, etc, - but that's just because its more fiction then truth- and that's coming from an honest to goodness bloodsucker.

Finally deciding you've taken enough without truly hurting the man, you put pressure on his neck and pull out the needle, carefully wipe away any mess with a cotton ball from your bag and put a band aid on him.

"Now," You talk firmly, softly, as you look into his eyes - which are dull, almost sleeping. A nice touch to the docile state you put your victims, in so they can at least not feel any pain or fear while you're collecting your feed, - , hands on his shoulders. "You're not going to remember this, or me. You're going to get a taxi home," You tuck some money in his shirt pocket, a thank you for his service; Its the least you could do. "Then get into bed and have a wonderful sleep with lots of lovely dreams. Thank you so much."

After you watch the man get up, still in a bit of daze but shaking it off - and not even noticing your presence, crouched down by where he's standing, - and leave the alleyway, you carefully pack away the blood bag and the tube and needle (In a separate plastic bag, for you to clean and sanitise when you get home) in your satchel and finally get back up, wrapping the strap over your head and resting it on your shoulder.

Brushing a hand through your hair, you turn to leave the alleyway and go home- when a familiar voice speaks up from the very back of the alley- and immediately your hopes rise.

"You look even more beautiful every time I see you."

You smile, peering into the darkness. "Oh, that's very sweet... but you and I both know I look like trash. I haven't eaten for a week!" When he just chuckles back, you tilt your head and waive him over. "Come out here so I can see you!; When did you get into town?"

Gracefully - more so then even you can manage, being a goddamn vampire, - Inkubus slips out of the darkness and you're happy to see he looks well. Its been forever since you say him last - 40 years? 70? - and you always have it in the back of your head for some reason that next time you see your friend, it'll be the last time. So its always lovely when he turns up and looks just as healthy as he always does.

"Oh I just got here; Thought I would come see you immediately. Otherwise you might nag at me." This time you chuckle, rolling your eyes. His eyes flicker to your satchel. "Collecting our dinner our we?"

"Yep! Smells like A Negative, my favourite. When was the last time you ate?"

"Ohh, a couple weeks ago. I'm due for my next fill soon, though... any suggestions?"

"No," Scrunch up your nose, you put a lot of emphasis on your response; See, you don't subscribe to the notion that monsters like the two of you have to act all blasé and cocky about the terrible things they must do. Apart from these night time trips to find breathers to bleed, you live a... mostly... normal life! So no- you definitely don't know anyone he can make his next victim.

And Inkubus knows this, which is why he laughs and you roll your eyes again at him, fixing the satchel on your shoulder. "So- " Again his eyes flicker to your bag, this time with meaning. A cheeky grin flits across his lips. "Want to get a drink?"

Smiling, you turn on your heel, you loop your arm through his and lead the way. "So have you been?"

___TIME SKIP___

4 hours later and the two of you are still stewing at a 24-Hour-Diner you frequent - seeing as you don't really sleep that much, - and are onto your 9th drinks at this point. You two may not see each other too often since the 1400's and went your separate ways in the world, but you never go longer then a hundred years - preferably 80 maximum, - without seeing each other and when you do- you have a lot to say. Filling each other in on what you've missed in each others lives is always a... disorientating experience, at times, but you must do it. You couldn't survive in a world where you didn't know what was happening in your best friends life. That would just be too lonely.

See, Inkubus is the only one you know - still, to this day, - who knew you when you were human, aside from the man referred to very nearly exclusively as 'Dick for brains' - being your daughters father, - and while having human friends who can make you feel normal again, is wonderful... so is feeling normal, in what you actually are currently. And that's not human. That's thousands and thousands of years old and a mystery to scientists. And, seeing as he's a literal demon... that's a very easy service for him to provide.

A waitress walks by to pick up you empty glasses and looks oddly at your personal tumbler. You clearly weren't meant to notice, but you do of course, and unassumingly shrug. "Bloody Mary... don't tell." You give her a conspiratorial wink, and she chuckles, walking off.

When you look back to Inkubus, he looks ready to make a joke so you give him a timid shrug. "Well, there is vodka and Tobasco sauce in it!... " He smirks, but lets it go- seeing as your words were funny enough.

"And how is Bethany? Has she seen her father lately...?" Your eyebrows arch, hearing Inkubus ask about him; Dick for Brains, Beth's father and the bane of your long, long existence. Obviously, seeing as the bastard impregnated you with his literal spawn of hell causing you to die during childbirth at age 26 so he could then turn you into a vampire, made you raise your daughter alone- and then returned 20 years later just to turn Beth into a vampire as well and claim that you can all be a 'proper family now'... you aren't a huge fan of the guy. And talking about him you don't do often, as it causes a horrible clenching feeling in your stomach and heart. Luckily, Inkubus is one of the few people who is allowed to make you feel that way. Him, and Beth.

You sigh, taking a slow sip of your drink through the matching metal straw and metal tumbler set Beth got your last mothers day (So as to hide the fact that its blood inside), you wonder what to say... "Beth's great, as always... she's fallen in love with a human, though. That can only end brilliantly." Shaking your head, you look to Inkubus to see his reaction and catch him rolling his eyes, smirking. Yep. "Um, and... yes. There has been contact with Dick for Brains... He recently, like... 20 years ago? turned up at her place in Egypt, and wouldn't leave till I had to fly down there and shoo him away." You grit your teeth. There is so much wrong with that man- you do honestly with you had never met him sometimes. That's horrible, you know, as if you hadn't met him you wouldn't have had Beth and she's the light of your life, but... at times like that instance? When he troubles her?

Its hard to not wish his existence away.

"Do you want me to speak with him?... Again... ?" Your gaze returns to Inkubus again, feeling at ease the moment your minds back in the diner with him and not in your head with Dick for Brains; Eyes softening. The idea is tempting, unbelievably tempting... And it would keep your friend around awhile longer. "That always seems to win you a couple hundred years of reprieve."

Taking a deep, needless breath - an anxious habit, - you set down your tumbler and shake your head. "No, that's okay... thank you for the offer, though. He seems to be giving up, slowly, finally. But damn, its taken him long enough to get the hint, huh?"

"Far too long." Inkubus' voice is bitter and dark, talking about your ex- and his eyes are reading much different. You know if you let him, he would kill Derek... but you cant do that. If anyone's going to kill him, it would be you or Beth, and neither of you are there yet. Inkubus takes a deep breath, relaxing again like a chameleon changing its colours. "Anyway, love; Onto prettier business. How did that thing go, that you had with that Djinn half a century ago. You seemed quite optimistic about that one."

A fluttering of laughter immediately comes out of you and Inkubus' truly cheers up at the sight of it, and you just look at him and shake your head; An awkward toothless smile on your lips. Ha! No.

His brows arch, laughter in his eyes. "Didn't end well?"

"That ended up being the shortest affair I've ever had and that's saying something." Brushing hair back from your face, you chew on your bottom lip. "You'd think after nearly 10 centuries, I'd learn... Oh- wait- make that 10 and nearly a half, centuries... Boy, am I clueless."

"Clueless about what, love?" You're just breathing in to respond, when a cheeky look crosses Inkubus' familiar face. "I mean, you are quiet clueless- about plenty of things. But specifically, this time."

You scrunch up your nose at him in response, grinning, before once again chewing on your bottom lip. "... I'm just not the woman that gets proposed to." You shrug, as if its no big deal; Even though your heart bleeds saying it out loud for the first time, to someone that matters and not just your ex-therapist, Julie. Setting your drink on the table in front of you, you idlily twist it. "Obsessed over and stalked, yes." You grin, a tinge of sadness to it. "Fucked, yes. Dated even, yes. But married?... Ha, no... "

His eyebrows climb up his forehead even more, before he softly smiles and pats your hand. "I asked you to marry me, all those years ago, sweetheart. Remember?" He reminds you gently, and you cant help giving a soft smile back at your well-meaning friend.

"Oh, yes of course I do. That was very sweet, but... I mean for love, you know? Not because I'm pregnant and alone."

Inkubus sighs, slightly frustrated, and leans back in his seat. "Mhmmm... " Rubbing a finger under his nose, he quickly clears his throat. Then he reaches his hand further up your arm to lay it on your forearm, running his thumb comfortingly across your skin. "Love, I'm sure that you'll find someone. Perhaps multiple someone's. Or, maybe, you don't need to find anyone new."

A little smile twitches at your lips as you pick up his hands and hold it on the table in both of yours. "... Maybe." For a split millisecond, your friend smiles. Sighing wistfully, you shrug. "Maybe I can learn to be happy alone. I mean, I like my life. I like my daughter, I like my job, I like my patterns... Maybe I don't need a man." Immediately his smile disappears and he rolls his eyes.

"You definitely don't need a man." He sighs, frowning. "But one can be good for a few things, no?"

"Hey." You set him with a stern look. "I thought we were making me feel better, about not having one?"

"Oh, you're right. I rescind my comment."

"You better." A cheeky grin crosses your face.

He looks back at it, the cheeky grin of yours, and the smile returns to his face.

The sun is warming up when you're on your way home, Inkubus beside you with his arms folded carefully behind his his back and your hands stuffed in your leather jacket pockets; One arm linked affectionately through his. You're an odd sight, you're sure, to any early morning commuters. You, and your barely-out-of-college looking self walking so close - and so domestically. A fact that is lost on you but not on the smug demon walking beside you, - to a man that currently looks to be in his 60's-70's age-wise.

Not that either of you care.

"Well, this is my place! Whatdaya think?" You ask, letting him go in order to unlock the door or the townhouse apartment and push open the door. He walks on in past you, looking around and you watch a soft smile grace his handsome features. "You like it?"

"Much better then the hole in the wall you thought was a good idea to show me in Transylvania- took everything in me not to sweep you away somewhere safer... with fewer mould spores... " He turns to look at you over his shoulder, a mischievous smirk on his mouth as you scrunch up your nose at him, before smiling.

"Well then, Mr Judgmental... I guess you don't want to know, that I chose this wallpaper cuz of you."

That definitely catches his attention, more then anything else you've said. He turns around in a full 360, assessing the wallpaper before looking curiously at you. "You... you chose this wallpaper because of... me? How so?"

You shrug, still leaning back against the open front door- sunlight filtering through the doorway. "The colour is very you. Its got 'Inkubus' vibes. You know," Raising your brows at him, you smirk. "Eccentric, full of itself." At that cheeky remark, he says 'Ha ha', sarcastically. "And, I guess, I missed you. Sooo... yeah... wallpaper."

"Hm... " Looking really far too pleased about this, looking a lot more engrossed by the home then before- but mostly the wallpaper. "This place is looking better, suddenly... "

"Like I said- Full of itself." You roll your eyes, laughing. Then you push off the door, push it closed with your foot and then go to pass by Inkubus to hit the livingroom. "Oh! The book! The one we were talking about at the diner- I'll find it for you! Come on- "

"Y/N." A hand curls gently around your arm, at the perfect moment so that you don't get yanked back with the force of your travelling and instead you just coat to a careful halt at Inkubus' side.

Blinking up at him curiously, wondering what he needed you for so suddenly, you tilt your head to the side. "Yes?"

For a good moment, he just looks at you whilst you become worried. What is happening? Every second that passes by, more and more ridiculous ideas cross your mind.

Finally, the man tilts his head slightly in sincerity.

"Sweetheart, are you ever going to see how ridiculously in love with you I am?"

And... for all of the disastrous and ridiculous possibilities that came to mind when he was saying nothing, you had a response. To this, you just stand their dumbly, your shoulders dropping and just looking at him in total shock. "... wel- uh- um... a few more hundred years?" You feel like a ton of bricks has just been dropped on top of you. "Maybe?" You squeak. You actually squeak.

And of course, you squeaked. You'd be surprised if you had managed to keep your composure after a confession like that. Here's this beautiful man, who against all foreseeable odds understands you, and cares about your kid, and whom you love... and somehow he's telling you that he loves you? That, for some reason, he wants you?

Is there something wrong with him?

There must be. Something terribly, horrible, irreversibly offensive that you aren't already aware of.

But you rack your brain and theirs nothing. Nothing, at all, that you can figure that would make you turn away from him right now.

He smiles a little bit at your awkward reaction, and lets go of your wrist in favour of tucking some hair back behind your ear. "Do you quite mind if I kiss you now?"

Your breath hitches, it actually hitches, like a tiny shy anime girl who's giant crush just got down on his knees in front of her for whatever reason, and you have to fight to pull yourself together; Rolling your shoulders back, hands on your hips. Totally, and translucently fake confident. "Um- you know? I don't?"

God, you are a centuries old vampire; Your vernacular should be yards better then this.

And then kisses you.

Oh god- And then he kisses you.

Because you're suddenly struck hard in the face with a million words and phrases, from current to boomer-speak to old fashioned to forgotten, to describe it but mostly you're just wondering why in the world you hadn't been doing this the whole damn time. Your hands find the sides of his coat in order to steady yourself, and pull him closer as you carefully tilt your head into the kiss. It comes so naturally, the kissing does. Between you and him. Its like, despite the bounds of your relationship never having reached this level before, you know exactly how to kiss each other. There's no awkwardness or searching. You just fit.

When finally, you slowly end the kiss, you fail to open your eyes for a good moment, before cracking them open slightly, half lidded and flickering up to his eyes.

And you take a deep, unnecessary breath and step away, torturously out of Inkubus' personal space. "... holy shit." You have so many questions... None of which touch on how exactly you're feeling because you get that much, at least.

But you cant help but wonder why- and for how long this has been brewing and how long exactly that you missed it- and how the hell this is going to work-

He follows you, thank god, a roguish yet soft look on his face. "Maybe we should take this to the livingroom, love. I promise, I can explain everything to you."

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