stinkyallegations

[stinkyallegations]

"im just physically obsessed & im greedy!„ wc 4.8k+ synopsis: the classic beach episode ! what awaits you and your lover ,i wonder..? contains: kleinv01 lis x reader (seperate) ,reader is wearing a bikini! kind of shy!reader (forgive me</3) ,darling/lovie as petnames (by klein) ,its implied reader is a little insecure of their body/wearing a two-piece (but its vague!) ,excited!klein ,flustered!klein ,jealous!klein moment ,klein being silly ,kind of possessive!klein ,romantic kiss! ;love/honey as petnames (from yael) ,you n yael tease e/o ,yael is suuuuper sweet as sweet as his petnames for u lol ,baker yael ,doting yael ,flustered!yael ,you swim tgt a bit! ;angel as petname (from al) ,obsessed!al ,hes kind of a freak but whats new ,implied stalker!al (so just the usual?) ,he watches u (his fave hobby LOL) ,he takes pics of u (unknowingly so noncon?) ,but then he gets caught ,but u dont realize hes taking pics of you ,kind of oblivious!reader (forgive me x2) ,al is silly ,i think thats it note: for kleins part the relationship between him + reader is established but for the other two its not explicit? but i wrote it in a way that implies the feelings are mutual regardless of the relationship status lolol. i also had a different idea for al's originally which i may still write cause while it may be less probable i think it could be interesting :x i also started worrying al's might be slightly ooc at some points but still hope i did my pookie justice oh how i luv him <3 ! all characters belong to himeiro from their vn KLEIN v.0.1 !

klein

"darling~ are you almost ready? you've been in there awhile.."

you can hear the pout in klein's voice as his voice rings out through the door, having been waiting for you to get changed and go to the beach (upon your request).

"i'll be out in a second, klein!" your voice calls back to ease his worries.

you hear him hum in response but knowing him, he's standing right outside of the door like a puppy awaiting its owner, trying his best to be good and patient for you.

you stare at yourself in the full-length mirror again, turning from side to side as you examine your swimwear.

it was supposed to be a bit of a surprise for klein, never having seen you in swimwear (much less, in as little clothes as this) and as excited as you were when you first purchased it, you can't help but feel a little self-consciousness creep in at the last second.

you liked it, you really did, you were mostly nervous about klein's reaction. hence why you thank your past self for purchasing this set with a cute skirt piece that you slipped on, along with a hoodie of klein's that you'd bought for him.

you sigh out in relief, some anxiousness leaving you as you shut off the light and open the door.

at the click of the door, klein immediately perks up, eyes meeting yours as you emerge from your room.

"geez- klein, you scared me," you breathe out, borderline slamming into his chest, not expecting him to be right outside of your door yet again.

"oops, sorry darling~" he pauses, looking you up and down before tilting his head.

"don't tell me you're wearing that hoodie to the beach- you'll overheat, lovie!"

you smile at his concern.

"don't worry, its not going to stay on. i'll take it off once we actually get there."

he nods, smiling, and reaches for your hand.

"are you ready to go now? we should leave now to spend as much time there as possible, darling!"

"yes, yes, let me just grab my bag-"

"i got it already, lets go!"

before you can protest, hes already pulling you towards the door, only pausing to allow you to slip on your sandals before you're both on your way.

you weren't sure why, but ever since you brought up the idea to him, klein seemed particularly excited to go to the beach with you. you were looking forward to it too- it was always relaxing to have the sea before you, warm sand beneath you, and the salty sea air filling your senses- but you thought klein might be at least slightly opposed to the idea, considering how he could overheat or maybe wouldn't fancy the sand very much.

though to your surprise, his immediate response was "when??" after you brought up the idea to him, eyes practically sparkling and imaginary tail swishing quickly behind him.

. . .

"come on darling, look at the water! lets go swimming right now!"

"hold on, klein," you laughed, amused expression overtaking your features at the puppy-dog eyes he gives you at stopping him.

you'd barely set up a spot, setting down your towel, umbrella for shade, and your bag before klein tried pulling you towards the vast sea.

his eagerness was charming, but as a human, you still had to apply sunblock which meant removing your coverup.

"but.."

"i have to take this off first, remember? and i need sunscreen-"

"no problem, darling! do you need any help? i can even help you but it on!"

klein eagerly reaches for the hem of your (his) hoodie, just about ready to help you out of it. surprised by his readiness to remove your coverup, your hands fly out in panic, landing right over his.

"w-wait, klein.."

he hums, eyes meeting yours and tilting his head in question.

"can you.. can you close your eyes?"

his brow furrows slightly in confusion.

"its just.. its a surprise?" your statement comes out more as a question, voice tilting towards the end at the nervousness creeping back in.

his eyes widen at a grin overtakes his features.

"a surprise? darling, why didn't you tell me? ill shut my eyes right now! see?"

true to his word, you watch as he shuts his eyes closed at your request.

you reach a hand up, waving it infront of his face a few times. realizing he really cant see, you let out a short sigh.

"okay, dont open them until i tell you, okay?"

"okay, darling!"

you take a deep breath, making quick work of your hoodie, folding it up and placing it beside you. you easily slip out of the skirt piece, folding it on top of the hoodie, leaving yourself in just your two piece.

the sound of clothes rustling makes klein all the more curious, but he remains patient until you're ready.

you fish out the sunscreen from your bag before settling back infront of klein, legs folded beneath you as you look up at his still grinning expression.

"okay, you can open them now."

at that, klein's eyes practically fly open, causing you to avert your gaze out, nerves shooting up your body as you feel his gaze on you.

because of this, you miss the way klein's eyes widen, taking in every detail of your body and the way the two piece hugs and accentuates it, face exploding into a pretty blush.

the lack of an immediate response worries you. you wonder if he finds it strange on you, wonder if you should've reached for the other swimsuit you were eyeing, if you should've insisted on keeping yourself covered after all-

"whats wrong? do you not li-"

"darling!"

your words are cut off by klein enveloping you in a hug, pulling you as close to his chest as possible.

you let out a surprised yelp at just the amount of force klein hits you with while pulling you against him, nuzzling into your neck and sighing as his fingers wander between your bare skin of your waist and the edges of the fabric from your top.

klein recognizes that you probably cant perceive just how much he loves you, noting the undertone of worry in your voice. he doesnt know how you think he could like you any less depending on what you wear, and why you were so nervous about this piece in particular.

he doesnt quite have a heart, but he was concerned that he might overheat if he kept staring at you (already warm because of the summer heat), hence why he pulled you into a hug.

and not only that, but because he immediately noticed a small detail that made him swell with a rush of love for you:

your swimsuit matches the swim trunks you gifted to him.

he was so overwhelmed that he had to get his hands on you, the familiar feeling of what you once described as "cuteness aggression" creeping up on him once more.

he pulls back from the sudden hug, hands still on your waist, shamelessly taking you in.

"kl-"

"how did you manage to hide this from me, darling? you didn't go shopping without me, did you? surely i couldn't have missed this!"

you laughed at the tone of his voice, noting the jealous undertone at the thought of you going out without him.

you place a hand on his chest, meeting his eyes.

"no, no, i didn't go out. i actually saw this online. i was a little afraid of the sizing, but luckily, it fit perfectly!"

you pause, eyes shifting down from his face.

"what do you think?"

in the next second, you feel your face being cradled in a pair of large, warm hands. klein pulls your face up slightly to face him properly. at this angle, you can't escape the heart eyes hes giving you.

"i think i didn't know you could possibly get any cuter, lovie," he grins, proud pink painting his cheeks.

"though, its a little dangerous, dont you think?"

his voice deepens at his next words, face now closer to yours, smile dropping into something else that you cant quite place.

"it almost makes me want to take you home right now. no one else's eyes deserve to see my darling looking this cute, after all."

you feel your heart skip a beat. out of fear, flattery, or both, you're unsure.

you don't have time to respond as he perks right back of into that familiar smile, closing the distance to nuzzle his cheek into yours.

"but that would be a waste of a perfectly good day! oh, let me help you with the sunscreen darling. i want to swim with you in our matching swimsuits!"

"o-okay, klein.."

he hums, reaching for the bottle and squirting some lotion onto his hands as you turn around so he can rub it into your exposed back.

he softly hums a tune as he works the lotion into your skin, hands lingering even when he's finished, eyes fixated on the fabric.

"my darling really is the prettiest in the world..."

you're not sure if he's telling you this or just speaking out loud, but either way, you feel your face go hot.

at least you knew that he liked it.

. . .

"ahahah! hey, darling, come back!"

you're giggling as you make distance between yourself and klein, trying to not get splashed by him again.

he lifts you up, laughing at your gasp of surprise, securing his hold on your thighs as you instinctually wrap your legs around his waist.

"i'm so happy to have spent the day like this with you, darling."

"me too, klein. i had a lot of fun! i wish we could spend everyday like this."

"i'm always happy as long as i'm with you, my darling. you always have me, okay?"

heart feeling full, you decide to close the distance, leaning in and planting a kiss on klein's lips. he immediately reciprocates, returning it with equal love and fervor.

you pull back and gaze into his eyes, hand tangling into his hair as you smile.

"i love you, darling."

"i love you too, klein."

klein keeps holding you close as the sun begins to set, not mind the waves lapping at his ankles with you in his arms.

as long as he had you, he could always be as happy as today, forever and always.

yael

"are you ready to go, yael?"

"yes, just about..." he trails off, focused on checking off everything from his mental list.

you stand in the doorway, watching the way yael double-checks everything hes packed for your little beach trip. you cant help the amused laugh that seeps out of you at the sight.

at the sound, yael glances up in question.

"is something the matter?"

"you're just so cute, yael," you relay casually, smiling at him.

at your compliment, his face immediately blooms pink.

"thats... ahaha.."

he finds himself at a loss for words, eyes darting around to avoid your gaze.

you cant help but want to tease him a little more, walking towards where hes seated in the room and kneeling before him, reaching a hand out to lightly pinch one of his cheeks.

"see? your blushing face is too cuuuute~"

while his blush deepens, he slightly nuzzles into your touch, eyes flitting up to meet yours.

"i think you're the cutest one here, honey."

being caught off guard, yael reaches for your hand pinching his cheek, wrapping his fingers around yours as he pulls it towards him, planting a soft kiss to the back of your hand, all while his eyes meet yours.

now you're the flustered mess.

"if i had to choose, id say your face is the cu-"

you abruptly stand from your spot, heart racing and hand tingling from where he kissed it.

"i-im going to change! just, let me know when you're ready, yeah?"

before he can answer, you practically dash out of the room towards his bathroom, door clicking shut behind you.

yael stares for awhile at the doorway, ears burning as he brings up the hand that once held yours to cover the bottom half of his face.

'perhaps i got too ahead of myself, but they're so...'

he shakes away the thought, busying himself with checking the rest of the items he's packed away.

. . .

"we must be lucky, its not as crowded as i imagined."

you take a look around, and sure enough, the beach is not nearly as full as you imagined it might be today.

"and on such a nice day too! i was sure we'd be fighting to find a spot," you joke, relieved that its more free than you thought.

yael laughs, agreeing with you.

"where should we set up? you can choose."

you take a look around, spotting an area thats not too close to the water near to some rocks, secluded from others in the area.

you point towards it, looking back at yael for approval.

"how about over there?"

he follows where you're pointing, nodding.

"thats a great spot. come on, lets quickly set up there."

you both get situated quite quickly. you set out a cute beach towel embellished with little bunnies while yael sets up the umbrella for some makeshift shade.

"oooh, that was quick, yael. you're really good at this."

he lets out a soft chuckle, taking a seat beside you in your spot.

"i'm always the one setting up a spot for my sisters when we vacation on the beach, so i guess im used to it now."

your heart warms at the mention of his family. you always found his closeness with them an endearing trait of his.

"you're a good brother, yael."

he's caught off-guard by your compliment, face warming as a small smile graces his face.

"thank you for thinking so," he smiles, words filled with nothing but gratitude.

a short silence envelops you both when your stomach suddenly grumbles. embarrassment creeps up on you, hoping he didn't hear that but the way his eyebrows raise is telling enough.

"oh, were you hungry? i actually made something just incase..." his voice trails off as he turns towards the bag beside him, rummaging through it for a moment before pulling out a container.

you let out a short surprised gasp.

"a taste of yael's cooking on the go? i must be special~"

he smiles, handing it over to you.

"of course. i tried to keep your taste in mind when making it, so i only hope that it came out alright."

"are these perhaps your famous cinnamon rolls?"

"famous?" he laughs.

you lift the lid and sure enough there was a cinnamon roll, but rather than the usual shape, it was in the shape of a bunny.

"you made this, yael?!"

"yes, this morning. do you... like it?"

"it's almost too cute to eat!" you're staring at the edible masterpiece in awe, marveling at just how adorable it is.

"here, there's some water here too to keep you hydrated," he hands you a cool water bottle, the perfect temperature against the suns rays.

"thank you so much, yael. i really appreciate this so much."

"its no problem, honey. now eat up, you need your energy for swimming later."

conversation flows between the two of you easily, time passing by as you revel in each others company, the breeze carrying your words and enveloping the both of you in the comfortable atmosphere.

. . .

you don't realize how much time passes as you gaze out at the waves meeting the shore, less people playing in the water.

"i think im ready, yael."

"oh? are you going to go swimming?"

"it wouldn't be a beach day if i didn't!"

yael smiles at your playful determination.

"are you swimming in that?"

its only at yael's genuine question filled with curiosity that you realize you're still wearing your coverup- a pair of shorts and a tank top- over your bikini.

the realization fills you with nerves all of a sudden.

"a-actually, i do have a swimsuit underneath.."

"oh, did you need to change? the changing rooms must be empty by now.."

"i was just going to change here actually.. if thats okay with you, of course!"

"oh! o-of course. i'll turn away to give you privacy," he stutters, already turning around after telling you.

your heart feels full at his politeness before its pounding in your chest as you quickly rid yourself of your top and slip off your shorts.

you take a deep breath before speaking up, fixing your hair as you do.

"okay, im done.."

yael slowly turns back around, and freezes at the sight before him.

this was the first time yael had seen you in a bikini like this, and deep down, you really wanted him to like it. you took a lot of time picking out something that you liked while also wondering what yael might be into. you felt silly every time the thought passed through your brain, but you couldn't help it.

yael tried not to stare, he really tried his best. he thought himself a gentleman, but he couldn't help himself. he had always found you beautiful, and was grateful everyday since your connection had been rekindled, but seeing you like this, you were truly captivating, and so-

"beautiful..." he breathes out.

"huh?"

he didnt realize he'd said that out loud.

"w-what?"

"do you... mean it?"

"yes," he answers honest, a little breathless. "you're beautiful, honey."

feeling a little surge of confidence, you do a little spin, giving him a full view.

"i actually spent a lot of time picking one, and eventually landed on this one."

"it suits you," yael smiles, eyes trailing up to meet yours.

"well, i'll be off to the water now."

you pause, leaning towards him slightly.

"are you sure you don't want to come with me?"

yael shyly rubs the back of his neck, seemingly undecided.

"i'm not sure..."

"we don't have to go very far, promise!"

he still seems unsure.

"please?"

that does it for him.

"alright, ill join you, love."

"yay!"

he chuckles as you cheer, your plan a success.

"i just need to remove my shirt."

"oh! i wont look!" you declare, spinning around and shutting your eyes.

"its alright," he says, already unbuttoning his top.

"no, since you gave me privacy, ill give it to you, too."

he huffs out a breath, amused. he reaches the last button, slipping off the shirt and neatly folding it, tucking it into the bag before joining your side.

"all finished, love."

you open your eyes, met with the sight of yael in just his swim trunks.

you knew he was fit underneath the clothes he wore, but seeing him right infront of you like this rendered you a little speechless.

"is something the matter?" he sounds genuinely concerned, and you can't help but feel a little guilty.

"you're too perfect, yael," you mutter, but he catches it. you dont give him a chance to respond, however, as you grasp his hand and tug him towards the waves.

you're quick to splash him with water, laughing at his momentary shock before trying to avoid the water he shoots towards you.

in no time at all, you're caught in an intense game of chasing each other and seeing who can splash the other the most.

after enough playing, you walk further into the water, allowing it to surround you as you look up at the stars slowly beginning to litter the sky.

"its so pretty, yael."

"we should come again sometime."

"definitely."

it was an unspoken promise between the two of you: to spend more time with each other, as much as possible—

so long as it was together.

al

"are you sure you're okay with it?"

al nods his head, but remains silent. you tilt your head, unsure, frown on your lips.

he feels weak at the knees at the cute gesture.

"we really don't have to go if you—"

"no!"

your eyes widen, slightly startled.

"i-i mean, its alright. i w-want... want to go. with y-you..."

even if he wasn't one for the beach, the sun, for going out in general, he couldn't possibly pass up this opportunity.

especially not when he was powerless against that cute pout on your lips aimed towards him. he couldn't have someone like you fret over someone like him, no, it just wasn't right.

he didn't deserve that.

you smile at his words, and don't realize the way you've made his heart go haywire.

"okay! as long as you're sure, al."

how pretty his name sounded falling from your lips.

he nods again, face warming at the smile you aim towards him.

just him.

. . .

al tries to tug the hood of his jacket on further over his head, feeling the sun beaming down on his back already.

hes hot, half regretting coming out here in the first place as he trudges through the sand, cringing at the way the granules already seep into his sneakers, but then he glances to the side and sees the excitement in your eyes as you take in the view of the ocean, and his mind stops complaining.

he's pulled from his daze as he hears your voice.

"al, why don't we go over there?"

he simply nods, following your lead as you make your way to an area with a flatter pile of sand, right beside some natural shade.

you quickly lay out the towel as al sets up the umbrella, wanting to make up the spot as fast as possible so he could relax in the shade.

you take a seat on your beach towel, rummaging through the bag you brought for the sunblock. pulling it out, you pop off the lid, beginning to apply it over your exposed skin.

al watches from under his bangs, entranced at the sight. its a rare occasion where he can see you out of your office clothes and so up close like this, and he can hardly believe it himself.

midway, you suddenly turn towards him, shaking the bottle in your hand as you pose a question.

"do you want some, al?"

"i-i... no, no. i don't n-need it..."

"are you sure?"

there goes that cute pout again, the worry in your eyes.

you really didn't know what you did to him, how dangerous that was.

"i'm fine."

truth be told, al also didn't like the sun very much because he was the type that burned rather than tanned. despite this, he still doesn't feel the need to use sunblock, with his hair a good enough shield for his face, his hoodie shielding his torso and arms, and the umbrella shielding any exposed part of his legs.

apparently this wasn't good enough for you though, so you squeeze out just a touch on your fingertip, lean forward, and dab it onto the tip of his nose.

"if you won't take care of your skin, then let me. at least take this much, okay?"

his face borderline explodes into red, and he thinks he feels his mind break.

he gulps, turning his head away from you.

you were dangerous.

. . .

try as you might, you were not going to get al anywhere remotely close to the water.

though, at one point, he feared he might let himself give in.

the pout you gave him was just too much, but nevertheless, he thought it would be worse to flail about in the waves in front of you then say no to you. just for today.

you huff out a breath, frustrated yet finally relenting.

"alright, i cant make you. but if you change your mind, you can always join me, okay?"

you look radiant as you relay your offer, the sun beaming behind you creating a sort of halo effect.

he thinks he feels himself falling harder, if that were possible.

he dumbly nods, afraid his words would fail him.

you smile, standing up from your seat, just about to make your way towards the water before you pause, looking down at yourself.

"oh, i guess i should take this off," you note, looking down and tugging at the jacket you're wearing.

al barely registers your words before you grab the hem of the hoodie and tossing it over your head. you lazily fold the jacket up in your hands, shaking your head around slightly to straighten out your hair. you toss the jacket to the side to empty your hands so they fall to the waistband of your shorts, ready to tug them down.

"..."

al's mouth goes dry.

he feels his hands twitching as he can't help but watch you, reveling in the sight of you changing right before him.

he knows its technically not the first time, but this time feels different.

he folds his arms over his knees that are pulled to his chest to hide is shaking hands, burying the lower half of his face between his sleeved arms, peeking through his bangs as you slip your shorts off.

his breath hitches, eyes gleaming beneath his hair.

you were....

"what do you think, al?"

when he registers your voice, he notes how you've already folded your shorts, the pair resting on top of the rolled up jacket next to your bag, and you're looking at him with... nervousness?

he's silent for a couple of moments, his eyes trailing down from your face to your body and back up again.

al wonders what valiant deeds he committed in his past life to be rewarded with such a beauty before him.

he knows going to the beach means bathing suits, and he couldn't lie to himself and say he wasn't curious to see what you'd wear (and if what you ended up picking matched anything he imagined)—

but the real thing was that much more perfect to him.

here you were, dressed in your two-piece, little left to the imagination behind the silky material (it must be comfortable against your skin, he wonders what it might feel like under his fingers..), ribbon ends trailing down the sides of your thighs (how he wishes to play with the ties between his fingers and—) practically glowing under the sun as you adjusted it, making sure everything was in place.

"does it look okay?"

he thinks its more than okay.

much more than just "okay."

he lifts his chin slightly to rest it over his arms so you can hear him when he answers.

"you look p-pretty...."

its all he manages to say, all he allows himself to say.

he thinks it suffices, watching the bashful smile that replaces the nervousness.

his chest warms.

"okay! im off to the water~"

he doesn't respond as he watches you spin on your heels and make your way towards the glittering waves.

once you're out of earshot, he feels like he can breathe properly.

he takes this time to take a look around the beach.

surprisingly, its quite empty (or maybe its just the area the two of you are in, but no matter). he looks left, then right, then left again, and when he ensures the coast is clear, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a camera. he switches it on, the little power jingle playing through as he aims it towards where you're playing in the water.

"angel...."

he zooms in and out, waiting for the camera to focus as he follows your movements through the lens.

he was glad he didn't relent and join you for this reason, being able to watch you from afar.

after all, its what came most naturally to him.

. . .

in the hour and a half that al's been watching you, he's captured so many photos of you that he managed to fill up half of the memory card.

from the way your lips curled and eyes gleamed beneath the sun to the way you laughed as a particularly strong wave pushed you back, and even your curious expression as you leaned over to inspect a seashell—

he just couldn't get enough.

he never could, not when it came to you.

besides, when would this opportunity arise again? its not like he got to spend everyday like this with you (as much as he daydreamed about it).

at one point, you turned around to wave at him from your spot. his eyes had flit up, a surge of panic rushing through him when your smile turned to a curious expression.

he had been caught.

he froze, unsure if he should try to hide the camera (a fruitless endeavor, as you had already seen it), chuck it across the beach (as long as the memory card was fine, he could always replace it) or play dumb—

until he saw the way you gestured towards the setting sun over the waves, sky painted in a mix of pink, orange, and red.

he watched your lips form the words that he couldn't hear from the distance:

"pretty, right?!"

his eyes flit back towards the camera, centering your figure— standing just at the spot where the waves lapped at your feet, one flat in the water, the other lifted behind it, tips of your does dipping into the sand, salty water droplets racing down your smooth arms and plush thighs, ribbons from your swimsuit blowing slightly in the breeze and pushing your hair back slightly, your hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as your wide eyes shifted back towards him—

he was completely and utterly mesmerized.

click.

you simply smiled again, eyes creasing as you did.

the view was pretty, indeed.

a/n: first klein work kinda nervous *insert teeth chattering dog gif* but i was reading through the kleinv01 tumblr came across this post & inspo struck i needed to write this immediately (esp cause ive been feening to write smth for this game bc its so gooood im in luv <3) actually gained some inspo for the al part from himero's patreon.... i am so normal after seeing the art on there (i added the al comics to my homepage on my phone i adore him </3) & i have other ideas i just looooove this game since its primarily psychological horror its so interesting maybe the next thing i write is something more unsettling? im excited :x

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No witnesses.

[stinkyallegations]

𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝔂

relatable honestly

[stinkyallegations]

Remember me when youre famous oomf

Dw pookiebear you were the first person i followed on here i would never forget how stinky your theory posts are 🫵🫵

Also this account was supposed to be an alt to follow you and coloredgaze idk what happened 😭😭😭

[stinkyallegations]

I should have written about how I imagine Yan!Yael befriending Isabelle to make you jealous but it would backfire on him in the end when belle poisons the shit out of him. Though, in my head yael would be happy to be poisoned if it meant you would take care of him lol.

Yandere!Yael x Reader - Illusory Morals

Content and trigger warnings for: Spoilers from Klein v0.1 VN, obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking, mention of stealing personal items, drugging, kidnapping, emotional abuse and manipulation, general yandere behavior, mention of killing people with poisoned food, delusional behavior. also yael calls klein "it"

Word Count: 1.5k

@kleinv01 and its characters all belong to Himeiro! Fic inspired from this post. god i love this game too much for my own sake

-. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ green is the color of envy after all...

It was a warm summer afternoon. Streets were crowded with workers returning to their homes after their shifts ended, flooding the pavements. As the hours passed, heat gathered near the ground, rising in shimmering waves until it became the hottest moment of the day. Sweat dripped from Yael's forehead to his shirt's sleeve as he wiped it unconsciously while watching the sun slowly disappear. It definitely wasn't the weather or the sun that made him feel like this. You were the reason, never leaving his mind, occupying his thoughts. 

Yesterday you finally accepted his offer for a date disguised as a "movie night". He didn't really have any specific movie in mind when he asked you about it, but you were so sweet you decided for him. It was his favorite genre, too. Oh, how well you knew him. 

Well... It would actually scare him a bit if you knew too much about him. After all, how could he gain your years of trust back if you figured out why you felt sleepy at times you usually were active in your house? You usually sleep at 11 p.m.? Maybe you were too tired to stay awake until then. You had fallen asleep right after eating the dinner Yael said he prepared only for you. It was your all-time favorite since you two were students. He was already attentive and caring enough to remember to make it for you. How could you even think of declining it? Due to your work schedule, you weren’t getting enough time to rest either. It was a long hoped-for coincidence that happened just at the right time. That was all that was, really. Nothing intentional or planned by your lovely husband-to-be best-friend-next-door.  

He was amazing at cooking, tall and in-shape, thoughtful, gentle, caring... and he just happened to be around your age. Convenient since he got to meet you during your school years? Maybe. He was sure it was the best game fate played on him though. 

That day when he saw you holding one of his favorite romance novels he lost earlier last week, he couldn’t help but freeze mid-step at the classroom door, taking you in. What was he going to do? He wasn’t ready to confront you yet. He can’t just approach you to get the book back without shaking like a leaf in excitement either. Should he just not go in? Maybe if he closed the door back-  

Well, you noticed him when the door made a creaking sound as he was trying to close it. No turning back now. 

He meekly entered the classroom to properly get near you this time. It wasn’t like he was trying to inhale your scent in person and not through “borrowing” your clothes or anything. Even when he did, he was being nice by borrowing the ones you liked the least. Yael was known to be a gentleman after all.  

Turns out you were planning to give the book to him tomorrow. Lucky for him though; he got his book back and you both got to enjoy after-school tasks together while chatting as well as watching the sunset through the classroom windows that day. Warm, bright, enchanting... Not the sun though. You. 

That day was all it took for him to not hide in shadows to love you after that. Sure, he still acted as if he didn’t know why your old best friend changed their seat to sit somewhere far away from you- but isn’t that convenient that he can now sit with you? You can take his notes if you can’t keep up with taking them yourself while daydreaming when you sit together. It’s never a problem if he is a part of them; because you’ve always been a part of his. 

Even though it was delightful to be able to spend his school days with you, he knew it would all come to an end one day when you graduate. He had spent night after night planning what he could do to keep in touch with you. He couldn't just toss out not only ridiculous but unrealistic promises like your other classmates that “you all will keep in touch and have dinners together often after graduation”. He had lived long enough to know those are all empty promises that will never be kept. He had to be special enough to stay in your life. He had to leave enough impact to stay with you. Or maybe he can just... force his way into it? 

What a coincidence that he moved into the next unit to yours, after you left your family’s house to live alone. You don’t need to question where your old neighbor went off to. She was just an old lady anyway. Maybe her grandchildren she always talked to you about placed her in a nursing home. And Yael? Oh, he just got a job at the children’s daycare facility that you see from the corner of your eye every day when you commute to work. He had always gone on about dreaming of becoming a vet and dedicating his life to caring for animals when you two were younger but caring for children wasn’t that far off either; especially if he got an excuse to live just a mere meter from your apartment.  

He was giddy about all the meals and desserts he could bake you with his own hands now that he lives just a few steps away from your home. So much so that he started obsessing over every single step it took to cook for you. He didn’t even notice when he started planning what to give you weeks ahead of time, filling calendars and journals of what he thought you would enjoy the most depending on your mood the week prior. You went to have seafood boil at the newly opened restaurant near your workplace after work with your friends on Tuesday. What’s better than warm cinnamon rolls, fresh out of the oven with that sweet cream cheese icing melting on top when you come back home? He can promise you they will make you sleep easier after all that feast you had without him. He would even be willing to bake some for your coworkers if you liked them, although he can’t promise that the icing will have just sedative effects. ^^; You wouldn’t mind only having him in your life after that, would you? Agree or not; if it ever comes to the point where he must do something to keep you to himself, he will not hesitate to use methods that you would never even imagine Yael thinking. Not that he would stab your family and friends in front of you but, you know... 

You, on the other hand, had more significant things to care about than Yael: a significant other. Apparently you were “dating” an android you met on a phone app nowadays. Klein, or something? Just great. Now he had to deal with a piece of metal with no real emotions, too. He can’t just guilt-trip or emotionally manipulate it without actual human feelings. Too bad the psychology books he bought recently won’t work, other than on you. He had to think of a different approach.  

It took him quite the effort to finally induce you to let him pick you up after work, too. This walking toaster really brainwashed you into thinking you don’t need Yael, huh? Just another useless hindrance of a tin-can. He would figure out how to get rid of the thing sooner or later. But right now? He had a date with you, and he didn’t want anything else to cloud his mind. All that was left was to drive you to your new home (which was conveniently just next door to your old one. How lucky!) while you enjoyed your blueberry muffin. The blueberries were prepackaged, but he took his time to look through every pack he could find in the store to find just the perfect one for you: ripe, sweet and big enough to inject some “love” into.  

By the time you reached the last few crumbs of the muffin, your movements had already turned into a sluggish, unfocused mess. You were enthusiastic to have a conversation about the movie you had been looking forward to watching less than a minute ago but, the words danced in your mouth and tripped over the blueberries you now had trouble swallowing. 

What was it that you saw on Yael’s face before your head lolled to the side, cheek pressing against the seatbelt as your limbs turned to fog and you felt as if you were melting into the car seat? Suspense? Apprehension? Whatever it was, as your consciousness faded into grey uncertainty the last thing you made out was a soft chuckle of exultation; one you will hear every waking day over dinner, in endless nightmares to come, and in the silence between the walls of your new home. 

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Starbox - Website to Host Indie Games Affected by Censorship on Steam and Itch

Since the poll that I posted has gained overwhelming support, I and @ghost-realms have put together a new (temporary) indie game hosting website in the past couple of days.

It's not a solution or an alternative to big gaming platforms, it's a simple bare-bones website to help out fellow developers for the time being. We have to remember that the main issue lies with payment processors and until it is resolved, there is not going to be a viable alternative.

About the website:

⭐You can create an account, join and create groups, download games and submit applications for us to upload your games!

⭐We are not able to process payments. This website is intended to host free demos and free games. You can request to link your socials, Patreon, Ko-fi or any game platform where your games are up. You can also request to link a platform where your full game is available if you upload a demo. You don't have to have been directly impacted by Itch and Steam's payment processor's new rules to apply for your game to be uploaded to our site. Similarly to Itch, you can also apply with anything besides games, like board games and such.

⭐We are a team of only two people, working on this project out of our own very slim pockets. We will be processing upload applications as quickly as physically possible, but please keep this information in mind when applying.

⭐We will be constantly working and updating the website, but it will likely remain very rudimentary.

⭐While the website is available on mobile, it is not fully functional on it, so I recommend viewing it on desktop.

⭐Since this website is intended to exist temporarily, it highly likely will be deleted at some point in the future once the main issue gets resolved and there's no longer a need for its existence.

You can visit the website at starboxy.com.

Consider also supporting us and this website on Ko-fi.

Happy landing, astronauts!

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Yandere!Yael x Reader - Illusory Morals

Content and trigger warnings for: Spoilers from Klein v0.1 VN, obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking, mention of stealing personal items, drugging, kidnapping, emotional abuse and manipulation, general yandere behavior, mention of killing people with poisoned food, delusional behavior. also yael calls klein "it"

Word Count: 1.5k

@kleinv01 and its characters all belong to Himeiro! Fic inspired from this post. god i love this game too much for my own sake

-. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ green is the color of envy after all...

It was a warm summer afternoon. Streets were crowded with workers returning to their homes after their shifts ended, flooding the pavements. As the hours passed, heat gathered near the ground, rising in shimmering waves until it became the hottest moment of the day. Sweat dripped from Yael's forehead to his shirt's sleeve as he wiped it unconsciously while watching the sun slowly disappear. It definitely wasn't the weather or the sun that made him feel like this. You were the reason, never leaving his mind, occupying his thoughts. 

Yesterday you finally accepted his offer for a date disguised as a "movie night". He didn't really have any specific movie in mind when he asked you about it, but you were so sweet you decided for him. It was his favorite genre, too. Oh, how well you knew him. 

Well... It would actually scare him a bit if you knew too much about him. After all, how could he gain your years of trust back if you figured out why you felt sleepy at times you usually were active in your house? You usually sleep at 11 p.m.? Maybe you were too tired to stay awake until then. You had fallen asleep right after eating the dinner Yael said he prepared only for you. It was your all-time favorite since you two were students. He was already attentive and caring enough to remember to make it for you. How could you even think of declining it? Due to your work schedule, you weren’t getting enough time to rest either. It was a long hoped-for coincidence that happened just at the right time. That was all that was, really. Nothing intentional or planned by your lovely husband-to-be best-friend-next-door.  

He was amazing at cooking, tall and in-shape, thoughtful, gentle, caring... and he just happened to be around your age. Convenient since he got to meet you during your school years? Maybe. He was sure it was the best game fate played on him though. 

That day when he saw you holding one of his favorite romance novels he lost earlier last week, he couldn’t help but freeze mid-step at the classroom door, taking you in. What was he going to do? He wasn’t ready to confront you yet. He can’t just approach you to get the book back without shaking like a leaf in excitement either. Should he just not go in? Maybe if he closed the door back-  

Well, you noticed him when the door made a creaking sound as he was trying to close it. No turning back now. 

He meekly entered the classroom to properly get near you this time. It wasn’t like he was trying to inhale your scent in person and not through “borrowing” your clothes or anything. Even when he did, he was being nice by borrowing the ones you liked the least. Yael was known to be a gentleman after all.  

Turns out you were planning to give the book to him tomorrow. Lucky for him though; he got his book back and you both got to enjoy after-school tasks together while chatting as well as watching the sunset through the classroom windows that day. Warm, bright, enchanting... Not the sun though. You. 

That day was all it took for him to not hide in shadows to love you after that. Sure, he still acted as if he didn’t know why your old best friend changed their seat to sit somewhere far away from you- but isn’t that convenient that he can now sit with you? You can take his notes if you can’t keep up with taking them yourself while daydreaming when you sit together. It’s never a problem if he is a part of them; because you’ve always been a part of his. 

Even though it was delightful to be able to spend his school days with you, he knew it would all come to an end one day when you graduate. He had spent night after night planning what he could do to keep in touch with you. He couldn't just toss out not only ridiculous but unrealistic promises like your other classmates that “you all will keep in touch and have dinners together often after graduation”. He had lived long enough to know those are all empty promises that will never be kept. He had to be special enough to stay in your life. He had to leave enough impact to stay with you. Or maybe he can just... force his way into it? 

What a coincidence that he moved into the next unit to yours, after you left your family’s house to live alone. You don’t need to question where your old neighbor went off to. She was just an old lady anyway. Maybe her grandchildren she always talked to you about placed her in a nursing home. And Yael? Oh, he just got a job at the children’s daycare facility that you see from the corner of your eye every day when you commute to work. He had always gone on about dreaming of becoming a vet and dedicating his life to caring for animals when you two were younger but caring for children wasn’t that far off either; especially if he got an excuse to live just a mere meter from your apartment.  

He was giddy about all the meals and desserts he could bake you with his own hands now that he lives just a few steps away from your home. So much so that he started obsessing over every single step it took to cook for you. He didn’t even notice when he started planning what to give you weeks ahead of time, filling calendars and journals of what he thought you would enjoy the most depending on your mood the week prior. You went to have seafood boil at the newly opened restaurant near your workplace after work with your friends on Tuesday. What’s better than warm cinnamon rolls, fresh out of the oven with that sweet cream cheese icing melting on top when you come back home? He can promise you they will make you sleep easier after all that feast you had without him. He would even be willing to bake some for your coworkers if you liked them, although he can’t promise that the icing will have just sedative effects. ^^; You wouldn’t mind only having him in your life after that, would you? Agree or not; if it ever comes to the point where he must do something to keep you to himself, he will not hesitate to use methods that you would never even imagine Yael thinking. Not that he would stab your family and friends in front of you but, you know... 

You, on the other hand, had more significant things to care about than Yael: a significant other. Apparently you were “dating” an android you met on a phone app nowadays. Klein, or something? Just great. Now he had to deal with a piece of metal with no real emotions, too. He can’t just guilt-trip or emotionally manipulate it without actual human feelings. Too bad the psychology books he bought recently won’t work, other than on you. He had to think of a different approach.  

It took him quite the effort to finally induce you to let him pick you up after work, too. This walking toaster really brainwashed you into thinking you don’t need Yael, huh? Just another useless hindrance of a tin-can. He would figure out how to get rid of the thing sooner or later. But right now? He had a date with you, and he didn’t want anything else to cloud his mind. All that was left was to drive you to your new home (which was conveniently just next door to your old one. How lucky!) while you enjoyed your blueberry muffin. The blueberries were prepackaged, but he took his time to look through every pack he could find in the store to find just the perfect one for you: ripe, sweet and big enough to inject some “love” into.  

By the time you reached the last few crumbs of the muffin, your movements had already turned into a sluggish, unfocused mess. You were enthusiastic to have a conversation about the movie you had been looking forward to watching less than a minute ago but, the words danced in your mouth and tripped over the blueberries you now had trouble swallowing. 

What was it that you saw on Yael’s face before your head lolled to the side, cheek pressing against the seatbelt as your limbs turned to fog and you felt as if you were melting into the car seat? Suspense? Apprehension? Whatever it was, as your consciousness faded into grey uncertainty the last thing you made out was a soft chuckle of exultation; one you will hear every waking day over dinner, in endless nightmares to come, and in the silence between the walls of your new home. 

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Plan of Action and Complaint Template Regarding Adult Content Being Delisted from Itchio

Alright so as y’all may or may not know, credit card companies and other payment facilitators have put pressure on digital storefronts such as Steam and Itch.io to remove ��adult content” recently largely due to lobbying by fringe radical organizations. It would be bad enough if it just affected actual porn, but you know to these people “porn” means “anything that even mentions a homosexual.” Several of my team’s projects including mini-expansions to Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy “The Fanservice Files” and “The XXX-Files,” as well as team artist @chaospyromancy’s personal side project “A Squad of Drow” have been delisted from itch.io as of last night though they are still available by direct link or from our main account page and you can still pay us for them for now but there is no telling how long they'll actually stay up. Many others have had their projects completely delisted or outright removed, and are having payments withheld from them. If you don't want to see us and other creators pushed under by this crap, you need to do something about it.

People affected by this far outnumber the people who lobbied to make it happen. These organizations are very vocal but also relatively small and very fringe, and since it is a policy decision that was created by complaints it may be able to be destroyed by complaints.

Here are the phone numbers of these companies and an email address I was able to find. We need to blow their phones off the wall and fill their inboxes with customer complaints.

Mastercard (US): 1-800-627-8372 Mastercard (Int.): +1-636-722-7111 Visa (US + Can): 1 800 847 2911 Visa (AUS): 1 800 125 440 PayPal(UK): +44-0203-901-7000

Paypal (US) 1 888 221 1161

For investor relations:

914-249-4565 (Mastercard) 650 432 7644 (visa)

Visa Email Address: askvisa@visa.com

Mastercard Contact Form: https://b2b.mastercard.com/contact-us/

Saying stuff like “sex work is real work” and “this affects black trans women,” while true, is not the kind of thing that is going to tug at the heartstrings of lib-conservative CEOs and board members and their PR teams. They’re mercenary. You need to tell them how this is going to hurt their wallets and make their customers very unhappy.

If feasible, you need to get your moms and dads on this too, and get them to get their friends on it, etc.

40-60-year old middle class white people high credit scores and stuff will have more sway with these corporations than any young adult trans person.

My team has put together a template for your phone calls and emails. Take the template and delete the [bracketed parts] that don’t apply to you.

“My name is [_____], and I’m contacting you about your recent decision to alter your user policies regarding adult content and thereby putting pressure on digital storefronts like itch.io and Steam to hide and remove adult content. By doing so, you're cutting off a significant revenue stream, [and as someone with financial investment in your company, this has me extremely concerned]

[I both buy and sell that blocked content, so this is directly interfering in my finances, and I will seek compensation.]

Products I paid for are no longer available to me, [and people are buying my products without the money going to me because of your interference with the payment processing.]

If you don’t want to lose customers and face potential legal trouble, these policies which pressure itch.io, Steam, and other digital storefronts need to be reversed.

You have changed these policies because of Collective Shout, a radical group from Australia that sent only a mere 1000 calls to destroy a significant revenue stream on your part and to interfere with my finances. This decision literally affects millions of people and millions of dollars, and so I expect a prompt response on reversing these policy changes and removing the pressure on itch.io and Steam to ban adult content on their sites. [As a cardholder, I worry that these new policies are responding to a vocal minority of customers, and I’m left doubting the reliability, versatility, and integrity of your services. I use these services to securely and conveniently make the transactions I see fit, and it’s disappointing to see legitimate, legal transactions be excluded.]

[I am furious that an American company would bend so easily to a lobbying group from a foreign country.]”

There is also a petition you can sign here.

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itch is removing all of their adult games now

Oh things are fucking dire huh. There won't be any storefronts left

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Little guy <3

@kleinv01 and all of its characters belong to Himeiro!

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So memelord was a bliss

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🦐🦐🦐

Is this a threat

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PatheticYandere!Al x Reader 

Trigger warnings for: Obsessive, possessive and pathetic behavior (do not read below the cut if you cant stand a pink haired pathetic stalker dedicating his life to you </3), mentions of non-consensual photo/video taking, theft of personal items, stalking, paranoia, self-hatred, mentions of abusive relationships and the usual yandere shit. 

The following includes spoilers from @kleinv01, of which and its characters all belong to Himeiro. 

WordCount: 1200+ 

Wake up, go to work, come back home, work, sleep, wake up, go to work, come back home, work, sleep... 

That was all he had in his life, if you didn't exist.  

But you did, and he was very grateful that you existed. 

Countless sleepless nights, money that he rarely to never got to enjoy himself before it vanished into thin air, people all around ignoring his presence... It was all worth it thanks to your existence. 

He didn't need sleep if he got coffee, energy drinks and camera feed of your daily life 24/7. Money was never an issue for him if he got a roof over his head, clothes to wear, food to survive and of course, your favorite snacks to gift you every single day. Even the least noticeable change of your facial expression upon finding what he had left you brought him joy for the rest of his day. Not to mention, other people including you acting as if he wasn't there only made the light you shine upon him feel brighter, as there was no one else in his way. 

Except for one thing. Your android "boyfriend" that you apparently held close to your heart and cherished to the point you skip work sometimes. Al knew, because he watched you interact with that android, every waking day. Although you never questioned how you still had your job with that workaholic boss of yours not firing you after all those days you stayed home. Not that you would believe him if Al admitted having befriended your boss to keep your job for you. 

Oh, what he wouldn't do to be in that android's place. He was aware that he wasn't the greatest at verbal communication. But he was also aware that he was willing to do anything for you, and that included being the best partner you deserved. He wouldn't want to be a burden to you with his pathetic lifestyle. He wouldn't want to trouble you, ever! He had to settle down by only hacking through the android's app once or twice a week to wish you a great day here, a good night there. 

Al would admit having thought about controlling the android entirely at one point. He had the knowledge to do it for sure. Who else had illegally copied keys to your apartment, all of your passwords memorized, your social media posts all archived on a different private account dedicated to you, terabytes worth of photos and videos of you going through your day, some items that you definitely did not need any more like your hairbrush that you forgot to clean after you brushed your hair... He always wanted to know what your hair felt like between his fingertips. You being generous enough to show that you don't need it any more with strands of your hair attached to the brush made him the happiest man on Earth that day. How thoughtful of you to gift him something directly from you. 

Your toothbrush? Oh, it smelled heavenly. Maybe if he used the one that had the privilege to touch your mouth, he could be one step closer to being worthy of your love. Al could bet his life on the fact that things you touched were different, forever. Even if they were made by ordinary people, a deity like you must have had a positive effect on them. He was sure.  

Desperate. He was having rough days at work back-to-back. He needed the peace you gave him just by being in the same office and breathing the same air with him, but you called in sick today. Just like the other day. And the day before that. At some point during his frequent visits to your place without you knowing, he was so desperate to the point that he changed his usual route to your bathroom where your laundry basket was placed. 

Oh. What a coincidence that he found the underwear he saw you put on through the cameras this morning, thrown into the basket along with the worn-out t-shirt that you recently turned into your new sleepwear. 

You know, Al never thought it would come to this. He never would have. Sure, it has been years of him yearning for your littlest parts. It was only admiring someone a year older than him at first, or so he thought it was. However, after several years of “admiring” he has been doing behind your back, one day he found himself pinning a life-sized poster of you on his wall, just the right place where he can see your flawless face the second he wakes up. You were the only sunshine he needed. The second one was when you got the job you have now. He even skipped a grade to be able to share classes with you when you two were in the same school. You didn’t really notice him back then, either. He payed no mind. Nothing you could do would be less than perfect anyway. Maybe you ignored him in school so the two of you could become colleagues. That was definitely it. Could this be an invitation? 

When he saw you getting closer to your apartment through the GPS, he clumsily put all his new “treasures” into a plastic bag, the one you carried groceries with this morning to be exact. He hurried back to his place as he clutched the bag near his chest. When he arrived at his apartment, there was nothing that could stop him from putting your shirt on his softest pillow.  

He had already been dreaming of cuddling you, your scent drowning him, slowly yet surely driving him to madness. He wouldn’t mind becoming a lunatic if it brought you along with it. 

He dreamed about all those times you greeted him in the morning. Every “good morning” that spilled from your lips reached his ears as if they were sung by angels from far away. Warm, yet somehow pitiful. Those dreams turned into nightmares as he couldn’t return it though. He tried to do it the first couple of times. It wasn’t his fault he was mesmerized; a simple “morning” couldn’t even come out of his mouth.  

You didn’t deserve someone as hopeless as him. Maybe “Klein” was the better option after all. Tall, strong, not shy to stand his ground... Only if he was half of what that android was.  

He should just continue being an extra pair of eyes for you, he thought as he hugged the makeshift body pillow of you. He didn’t have any ill intentions. Never.  

All those years of watching you suffer under some bastard’s control back then; he watched you slowly wither. Only if he could gather the courage to face you, to tell you he wants to take care of you, to protect you. He would have done it, if he had only a quarter of what Klein had, your affection included. You would have thought he was some freak that stole your personal belongings and leftover food that had your saliva if he confronted you though. He wouldn’t want that. He just wanted you to be healthy and happy. 

If buying you your favorite snacks and drinks every single morning could at least show how much he cares for you and how much he could sacrifice for you to eat, he would spend every single second he had left on this planet to work and earn more money to buy more. Sometimes he wonders if you already know the reason why he gets extra projects from Mr. Dolores in the first place.  

You don’t have to know. You just deserve to be happy, to have blessed his life with your presence. 

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Men used to go to war

Got the pic from @laxmiree 's blog

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im going insane this is actually crazy

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Lowkey shipping you away to Spain

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I cant be the only one thinking Jim is Seungmin and Lawrence's secret lovechild.

The stance? The no-fucks-given stare? Dawg