#wc: 1522

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Raincheck - Matt Sturniolo

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P - bf!Matt x fem!Reader Sum - When your boyfriend, Matt, finds out about your plans to go out over the weekend, he picks petty fights with you all weeks. When the day finally comes, he makes sure to give you shit about choice of clothing. W - established relationship, slightly toxic Matt, trust issues, strong language, lil angsty?? Wc - 1522 An - This was too relatable cause my man hates to see me going out in any type of clothing that makes my body look good 🫣 haven’t posted about Matt in a while, been missing my delulu man 🥹 hope you guys like it!! (My dividers, feel free to use!) Masterlist City of Love - I- II - III Babydaddy Chris - Positive - Mama - Changed Woman - Scavenger Hunts & Cinnamon Rolls

You tilt the perfume bottle at an odd angle, successfully misting yourself with your signature scent before checking over your appearance in the mirror. One of your best friends had a birthday on thursday, making plans with your friend group to celebrate over the weekend. Celebrating anything in your friend group meant everyone getting absolutely shitfaced, they spoke for themselves when it came to that matter because you'd usually end up being the designated driver on nights like this. Very rarely letting yourself get as drunk as your friends, water was your main chaser, and even if you did get too drunk, your boyfriend was always quick to rush to your rescue. He wasn't the going out type and he wished you weren't either.

A light knock makes you stop touching up your lip stick, breaking eye contact with your reflection to look at the culprit of the mouse-like noise. Your boyfriend, Matt, stands there with his side pressed against the door frame with knitted brows and pursed lips. Raising your eyebrows at him, insinuating you wanted him to tell you why he had the troubled expression on his face, “yes Matthew?” you coo in a teasing tone. 

He lets out a huff and crosses his arms over his chest, “you’re really going out like that?” His question was more of a statement because he knew that’s exactly what you were doing. You told Matt earlier in the week about your plans to go out with a few of your girlfriends, but just like every time you decided to make plans, he had something to say about it. Matt had been picking petty arguments with you since you told him about your plans of going out. Normally, little things like leaving the garage door open and not cleaning your hair out of the shower drain didn’t bother him, but knowing you’d be in some random club, tipsy, around your slutty drunk friends who’d more than likely influence you to go home with the first guy who approached you, didn’t make him want to bite his tongue. He was pissed and he wasn’t sparing any feelings. 

You knew Matt had a difficult time expressing his emotions. He had always been a bit insecure but when he opened up about his ex cheating on him, it all made sense. He was just a little broken, and that was okay with you. It was challenging at times, but you learned to deal with it. A sigh rolls off your chest, “it’s not that bad, Matt,” you tell him, letting a smile pull at your lips as you inch closer to him. He keeps the same somber expression, not objecting when your arms wrap around his neck. Your dainty touch smooths lines down the nape of his neck, making his gaze stick to yours like glue, “I have a jacket," you urge, hoping for his approval, "not showing that much, right?”

You watch as Matt's face warps with frustration and a hint of uneasiness, his hands falling to your waist to push you back an inch. The attitude instantly washes over you, causing you to step back and suck your teeth. Matt fixes his posture, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up as he leans toward you, “your dress barely covers your ass.”

His comment earns one of your legendary eye rolls. Matt could be really inconsiderate at times. If he took the hint, he could’ve avoided another argument by telling you he didn't feel comfortable with your outfit. You had no problem changing clothes if that was the case, but it wasn't. Instead, he searched for an argument, hiding the fact he was letting his insecurities get the best of him. “I don’t plan on bending over and showing everyone my ass,” you shoot back, turning your attention back to the sink to scoop all of your makeup products back into the bag. “You’re not going out like that,” he orders, not letting up on his argument. 

“I bought this dress last month and haven’t been able to wear it yet,” you mumble, not wanting to make matters worse. You hated when Matt was upset with you, but you knew you were straying away from your friends by constantly cancelling on them all because he couldn’t handle the thought of his girlfriend in a packed setting full of drunk, horny bastards without him. 

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he fixes his posture, standing upright, “you need to change your fucking clothes, Y/n. My girlfriend isn’t going out dressed like that,” he seethes, tangling a hand in his brown locks, “do you know how many people know me, that know you’re linked to me? That shit is embarrassing,” Matt rambles on angrily as he watches you stuff all your belongings into your makeup bag. A few tears threaten to brim your waterline, making you quickly blink them away, “I just want to hang out with my friends, Matt. You can come with me, I know it’s not really your vibe but-” you start, but just like your tears, your words go unnoticed. 

He lets out a sarcastic chuckle, making you look at him, “the fuck am I supposed to do, wait in the parking lot?” For a minute you thought your suggestion was doing some good. Given his response, it was probably the worst thing you could've said at that moment. A small wave of embarrassment washes over you, and when you open your mouth to speak, Matt cuts you off before you have a chance to get the words out, “I’m not letting you go out like that, no fucking way.” He keeps his hardened gazed on you, his arms crossed tight over his chest. You knew Matt wouldn’t budge. It wasn’t the outfit that bothered him, it was the fact that his girlfriend was going out and he had no way to keep an eye on her, no way to make sure she was safe from random, drunk douchebags. Running your tongue along your teeth once more, “so, if I change you wouldn’t have a problem with me going out?” Knowing the real reason why Matt didn’t want you to go out to begin with, you knew he’d be stuck on the idea of having you home with him. It was clear he already did too much overthinking about the situation, you didn’t want to make it worse. When Matt stays silent, breaking eye contact with you, his actions confirm your suspicions. He wasn't going to let you leave at all. 

Turning your body to him, you push out another lengthy breath, “Matt, c’mon, this is really what we’re doing?” you point out, keeping your voice light. Both of you knew it was silly for him to be acting this way, you would never in a million years think about doing anything to jeopardize your relationship.

Matt being the stubborn man he is, finally decides to speak out, “I’m serious. I wouldn’t let you go to the grocery store like that, let alone the fucking club, around a whole bunch of stupid drunk-,” he cuts himself off by pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a huff of air. Fed up with his shitty excuses, you match his frustrated energy by attempting to push past him to exit the bathroom. The only thing you weren’t expecting was for him to wrap a hand around your arm, pulling you so close your chest was pressed against his. Matt bows his head down to your level, locking his eyes on yours. They were so blue you felt like you could drown in them any second, and you were a fairly good swimmer. You trap your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to keep quiet, Matt was never this hands on with you, but you weren’t complaining. His sudden need to tell you what you were going to do had a pool forming in your panties.

Matt lets his gaze bounce between your eyes and lips for a moment before he smashes his lips into yours. Letting his hands snake around waist, he glides his tongue across your bottom lip, and you grant him access. Matt walks you a few steps back until you’re pinned against the bathroom door, letting his hands explore your body while his tongue dances with yours. This wasn’t a normal kiss you’d shared with Matt, it was more passionate, like he was trying to convince you to stay. When he pulls away, he presses his forehead to yours, “I need you to stay home tonight.” He closes in the gape by pressing another sloppy kiss to your lips, “please.”

His blue eyes send you into a hypnotic trance again, making you nod a few times, “y-yea okay. I’ll raincheck,” you mumble, not giving yourself the chance to weigh out your options. You knew your friend group would be pissed for rain checking on them again, but Matt wasn’t to blame for his insecurities, and you didn’t want to make it any worse for him. He needed you at home with him, like he said. 

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Lost in the Rhythm

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x F!Reader

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Summary: You convince Tommy to go swing dancing.

Warnings: brief mention of panties, Tommy being a little down bad, slightly suggestive content, other than that just fluff! Or at least my attempt at writing fluff!

WC: 1522

Written for @runnning-outof-time's Caught in 4k Follower Celebration. The idea came to me one night listening to some swing and I thought... shit, I am gonna need to write this. Sorry if it seems a little rushed, kind of smashed this one out when I wasn't feeling like I could write anything.

Tommy’s hand weighed heavy on yours, nearly pulling your arm from its socket as you dragged him onto the dance floor. But you were almost too hopped up on adrenaline to notice, still humming with barely-contained energy you were eager to release from your body, still drunk off his acceptance of your invitation that nothing else really seemed to matter other than that you were going to dance with Thomas Shelby. 

Brilliant yellow-white lights seemed to bleed against the dark ceiling as you spun to face him, a cherry blush flushing your cheeks and the breath stripped from your lungs. He was watching you with the hint of a smile on his face, the glint of something warm – dare you say, affectionate – in his piercing blue eyes.

Tommy still couldn’t believe your boldness, the way you had shimmied over to his desk in that little sequined dress, how you’d made him set aside the paperwork and the bottle of whiskey and had more or less told him that you were going dancing. How he couldn’t help but have smiled at the time, only when you turned your back to go fix up your makeup, because God forbid you know he might enjoy the notion of such ridiculous things like dancing. He’d been able to hide the slight heat that had crept to his cheeks, in a way that you weren’t now that was so endearing to him, your whole being seeming to glow, skin shivering under his touch and your eyes gleaming brightly in the lights.

“You sure you don’t want to just go for drinks, eh?” he said, having to raise his voice slightly over the loud crash of cymbals and the yearning cries of the trombones. But you knew from the look in his eyes that he was already sold, if only to watch you all giddy and elated like this in a way he’d never seen of you at the betting shop or even the Garrison.

“C’mon, Tommy, you’ve danced before. Surely,” you said as you pulled him in, fingers lacing through his own and your arm drawing round his back. He began to lead naturally, though his pace was slower than the music and the mad tapping of shoes around you. He pulled you in real close, so close that you could smell the faint trace of the cologne he wore past his usual musk of whiskey and cigarettes and earth, your chest brushing his and your nose nearly pressed to the heat of his neck. Your heart pounded wildly against your ribs, and for a moment you caught your breath.

“Move your feet a little faster,” you instructed him, allowing more space between the two of you with a slight reluctance. You wondered only briefly if people were looking at you, the thought crawling its way beneath your skin like an insect, but such a cruel feeling was banished with a glimpse of those piercing blue eyes, always cold yet so warm for you whenever you caught him looking.

You guided Tommy into more appropriate steps, knocking a few shoulders with other couples that spun and twirled around one another. You noticed his gaze leave yours only to take notice of them for a few moments.

“Good, now just – “ A squeal burst from your lungs with your remaining breath as his hands dug firmly into your lower back, and he dipped you, blood rushing to your skull and lurid lights undulating across your vision. Your bare thigh came up to brush along his waist, attempting to ground yourself, the hem of your dress pooling over the lace of a garter that he couldn’t help but sneak a peek at.

When he brought you back up, his eyes were glittering with mischief.

“That works, too,” you breathed, and Tommy was nearly lost for a moment in the frizzy ringlets of hair that fell across your forehead, in the shock that passed through your bright eyes and the curve of your mouth before you grinned again, beaming.

Your fingers loosened from his as he brought your arm up, and the world spun as you twirled on your heel, nearly tripping over yourself in your own excitement but caught by a warm, sturdy hand against your spine.

“Show-off,” you teased, smacking him lightly against the chest. Of course he was trying to best you in this.

“I’m sorry, you were trying to tell me something?” he jested, a smugness laced thick into his tone and a quirk in his lip that made a competitiveness flare to life inside you.

“I was actually going to demonstrate.” You changed course, your nimble legs pirouetting across the floor to establish distance between the two of you, the crowd spilling around you like a tide peeling back from the shore. You became lost in the music, feeling every snarl of the drums and whinny of the trombones through the deepest fibres of yourself; you twirled and kicked your feet, swaying to the beat of the music and locking your eyes on your blue-eyed partner whenever you could.

You were an image of glorious, unabated joy, grinning so wide and moving with such energy that it was almost infectious. The sequins of your dress caught the light as they swished at your hips, begging for attention, and every so often, he was rewarded by a flash of your panties as you came into a graceful twirl, but the real show was how you moved, how you commanded each limb with such ease and intensity at the same time. Like you loved every second of this, like you were born to dance, and he was born to watch, that despite all the cruelties of this bleak and ruthless life, you were both made special for this moment of cheerful innocence and pure exultation. 

And he accepted you, willing, into his arms, as you came tapping and spinning over to him, putting on your little show that he drank in with darkening eyes, hypnotised by every shake of your shoulders and sway of your hips. Almost unable to find his breath, he inhaled the scent of your sweet, honeysuckle perfume and the invigorating trace of your sweat.

And he had no choice but to fall into stride with you now, the two of you side-stepping across the floor as the music halted only to come crashing down around you, the crowd beginning to move as one uniform shape.

Your blood pounded in your veins like hot fire, burning brighter than the thrill of alcohol would ever do for you. Still not entirely believing that this was real, thinking that at one moment maybe you might wake to find it was all a dream, you tried to focus on Tommy; he struggled slightly with some of the footwork, but he made up for it with his usual, normally insufferable confidence that tonight you found endearing, and your careful, gentle guidance that you ensured wasn’t swallowed by your excitement. Each touch placed or pressure applied to his body was a signal to move one way or another, and once you’d fallen into a rhythm both of you could keep up with, it was like you had become one being, that you shared each limb and fervid breath and fierce beat of your heart.

Your body lost to the music but your mind lost to his eyes, the world seemed to melt around you, the lights glittering like stars in the background and the movements of the crowd becoming nothing but a rolling tide. A few wisps of dark brown hair had sprung awry from his usually-tailored cut, clinging to the sheen of his forehead. The baby blue of his eyes twinkled at you with equal parts adoration and joy and lust, and his smile…

You hadn’t seen him smile like that since France.

And you thought, maybe you’d be so privileged to see it again. That maybe this was the beginning to many more nights of unadulterated happiness, an escape from the blood and bullets and smoke and soot of your usual life.

You were unsure of who drew closer to who, but your nose ended up brushing against his shoulder, and as his fingers bunched the fabric of your dress at the base of your hip, you tried to hide your sudden blush by burying your face in the crook of his neck.

A giggle that put the most talented musicians in the room to shame chimed against his skin, and wild strands of your hair brushed his lips as he lowered his head to murmur against your ear,

“If you tell anyone about this, Y/N, I swear I’ll have you fired, yeah?”

Laughing again, you shook your head. “You’re enjoying this too much to make those kind of threats.”

His eyes widened slightly, and you smirked at him, leaning in to place a hastened kiss against a freckled cheek. A smear of red lipstick remained, and you giggled again, your glittering eyes mirroring the mischief of his, your voice lowering as if to whisper something scandalous,

“It’ll be our little secret. I promise.”

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Echoes of the Thread, Part 5

Pairing: Unnamed Tav, Karlach, Wyll, Shadowheart, Astarion, Gale, Lae'Zel

WC: 1522

Summary: What happens to a Tav who does remember all their previous runs but failed every time?

Warnings: This contains spoilers. All of them. Some light smut hinted.

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All your nerves are alight as you leave camp, the anticipation thrumming through you after everyone has finally settled down for the night.

The earlier conversation with Lae’zel had been unexpectedly engaging: a deep dive into the origins of the Githyanki that you hadn’t expected her to entertain so patiently. Yet, despite the fascination of her insights, you’d barely been able to sit still, counting the moments until you could slip away.

You follow the path you saw Astarion take earlier, your steps quick and deliberate.

“There you are,” he greets you, his voice dripping with his trademark smirk and low, seductive timbre. While you’ve grown immune to the particular tone, knowing it’s more a habit than genuine intent, the effort he makes to connect still warms you in ways words cannot capture.

When his arms wrap around you and his lips meet yours, you sigh against him, your body relaxing into the familiar. He tastes just as you remember, though it’s been too long since you’ve shared this kind of intimacy. His hands are gentle, his touch careful in a way that speaks more than his words ever could, and it makes your heart ache.

Being touched by any of them always feels surreal, as if indulgence were forbidden yet necessary. And Astarion, in his own twisted and scarred way, makes heaven out of your shared need. You let him relearn your body, knowing this is his language of connection.

He needs this—unknowingly—as much as you do. And in truth, you’ve always enjoyed the way he touches you.

Astarion has always been a meticulous, attentive lover.

Sadly, the bliss of last night does not carry into the next day.

The morning begins pleasantly enough, with Gale’s breakfast lifting spirits all around. The group sets off for the Risen Road in good humor, ready to face the gnolls.

For a while, things feel promising. Your party falls into step under Gale’s command, even Karlach nodding and following his direction without question. The gnolls are dispatched with practiced ease, and Gale is delighted to find crates of wine among the spoils, eagerly collecting them under your amused urging.

Still, Astarion is uncharacteristically quiet. When you pull him aside to ask, he brushes it off with a smirk.

“I’m simply watching you, that’s all,” he says, his words as cryptic as his smile. You consider pressing him but decide to let it go.

For now.

Opting to confront the Zhentarim first, you hope to spare Wyll another emotional blow before the inevitable confrontation awaiting him tonight. The plan seems sound, gain an edge before facing the battles ahead.

But from the very start, the fight spirals into chaos. Every minor misstep compounds the pressure, turning what should have been a manageable skirmish into a desperate struggle.

The gnolls are far more formidable than you remember, their ferocity matched only by the relentless assaults of their hyena companions. Each strike feels heavier, each moment more perilous, as the fight drags on longer than it should.

Gale’s exhaustion is the first thing you notice—his brow damp with sweat as he struggles to maintain his spells. It’s a painful reminder of the wizard he once was, the power he once wielded with ease. Seeing him reduced like this hurts in ways you can’t quite describe.

Karlach and Lae’zel are both bloodied before the first gnoll falls, and when Wyll takes a hit, a wave of fear threatens to break your resolve.

You push it down.

Focus.

Just gnolls.

You’ve faced worse, and you remind yourself that you are stronger as a team.

Gale repositions Lae’zel with surprising authority, and by some divine stroke of luck, she follows his lead.

One by one, the gnolls fall, and though battered and bruised, you all survive.

Inside the Zhentarim cave, you deal with their leader, forcing yourself to tolerate the unpleasant task of gaining their password.

You hate it, the familiarity of the scene gnawing at you, but if fate insists you relive this moment, you’ll at least make it count.

By the time the group regroups and drowns healing potions, the air is thick with exhaustion. Shadowheart’s lecture on combat safety is a predictable backdrop, though no less irksome for its inevitability.

You decide to return to camp before the sun dips completely below the horizon.

How fucking long did it take to dispatch a few gnolls?!

The first order of business is cleaning up. The camp moves with weary efficiency, each of you tending to your own scrapes and bloodied gear.

You lend a hand to Shadowheart, supporting her as she works her healing magic on the group’s leftover superficial wounds.

Small aid, but it’s all you can manage right now.

As the warm glow of her magic eases some of the pain, you catch yourself longing for Halsin. The ache for his presence settles in your chest like a dull weight.

A long hug, Halsin's whispered reassurances, the soothing touch of his healing magic... it’s what you crave most in this moment. But he isn’t here, and the thought deepens the ache. The path to freeing him and earning his trust again feels impossibly long, paved with more days like this one, fucked up and exhausting.

Seeking some semblance of comfort, you reach for a bottle of wine but hesitate.

You still don’t know the first thing about wine, so you turn to Gale for guidance. His eyes light up as he explains the nuances of your options, his enthusiasm spilling over in a way that makes you smile despite yourself.

You let him choose, his words warming you as much as the wine itself.

As you sip, you watch him cook. There’s something deeply soothing about it, a quiet reassurance in the way he pours himself into the task. It stirs an echo of a memory.

For a moment, your mind drifts.

You wonder about the nature of this existence.

Whether everything stops each time you die, or if there are other versions of this reality.

Universes where things unfolded differently.

Where they all lived and found the happiness that seems so far from reach now.

You picture Karlach discovering the plans to fix her engine in Zariel’s forge in Avernus, freeing herself and claiming the life she deserves.

Gale, finally free of the orb and Mystra’s grasp, after handing over the Karsus Crown and returning to Waterdeep on his own terms. You’d always wanted to do that with him, but you never had the chance.

And Wyll….brave, kind, steadfast Wyll telling his father everything he has kept bottled up, finally hearing the apology he has always deserved.

Astarion, free of Cazador. For the high price of walking in sun light, but free nonetheless.

For a moment, you let yourself linger in these imagined worlds, clinging to the hope they might exist somewhere.

Versions of them all, alive and happy.  Not reduced to nothing just because you failed.

But the moment fades, leaving you here, in this flawed and fractured reality.

Still, there’s warmth to be found in the little things.

The wine Gale chose.

The rhythmic motions of his cooking.

The way his quiet passion for such tasks feels like a balm for the day’s wounds.

For now, it’s enough.

For a brief, precious moment, the near-death experience binds you all closer. They actually share a laugh or two and you feel yourself relax a little until you remember what night it is.

You jank upwards to fast, Astarion shoots you a surprised look and you are sure Lae’zel notices.

As the sun dips lower, you watch the camp settle.

Gale is engrossed in a book, Lae’zel punishing a training dummy, and you share a surprisingly gentle conversation with Astarion.

He doesn’t trust you yet, you know that, and his flirtation is still his default armour. But even so, it feels like a step forward.

You watch the sun settle until Mizora arrives.

You hate this part.

The cambion’s presence is a persistent thorn, her leash on Wyll growing tighter by the second. As she delivers her ultimatum, you deny her, knowing full well the cost. The punishment she inflicts on Wyll is cruel, transforming him in ways that break your heart.

Afterwards, Wyll retreats, shocked and traumatized.

Karlach tries to mask her gratitude with a booming, embarrassed laugh, but the sadness in her eyes is unmistakable. She’s ashamed you chose to save her at Wyll’s expense, and her grief cuts deeper than words.

The camp is quiet that night, the weight of the event casting a shadow over everyone. Even Gale is at a loss for words, and Astarion refrains from his usual sharp commentary.

You seek out Wyll, offering him your shoulder and a listening ear. He shares just enough of his story to ease the pain, though the details are sparse. You hug him, offering what comfort you can before retreating to your tent.

You decline Astarion’s company for the night, you need time to think.

The others’ eyes follow you as you enter your tent – which still smells of rats because you forgot to ask Gale for help.

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Writing Game Week #1: Use These Prompts to Get Back Into Writing!

Prompt 1 Prompt 2 Prompt 3 Prompt 4 Rules: Sharing randomly generated prompts every day for a week. Create sth with it in only an hour (time yourself). Don't edit or proofread till the very end. Just. Write. A/N: This one was tricky because it was soooo out of my comfort zone lol and what I normally write. i don't hate it but...let's see what the audience thinks :D Tags: angst, drama, soft betrayal WC: 1522

Ow. Ow. Ow.

Your muscles ache, sore and bruised. Blinking your eyes open, the strong overhead light blinds you. You shut your eyes again, bringing up your arm to cover them. You notice the hanging needle leading to an IV above your head and your eyes shoot open. 

What–?

Despite the pain your body is in, you push yourself up against the hospital bed. You look around, trying to remember what happened to lead you here. That’s till you spot your fiancée, the man who you thought was your best friend and all-time confidante, the man you’ve spent the last 7 years with, nodding off on a chair to the side.

You hurry and look for a nurse-call button. It takes you a second to find it in your panic. You press on it too many times than you would have under normal circumstances. But these aren’t normal circumstances, are they? 

You aren’t going to sit here with a traitor, a liar, a two-faced villain who’s put you through hell your entire life, for a single moment. Not if you could help it.

The nurse rushes in. 

“Is everything ok, ma’am?”

“Lower your voice.” You whisper. Your ex-fiancée was quite the light sleeper. And you didn’t want him up. “Come.” You add, gesturing to her to step closer.

She obliges, noticing the middle-aged man sleeping in the corner. She probably knows he’s your fiancée, you assume, and probably thinks you don’t want to wake him out of love and compassion.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

“What can I do for you ma’am?”

“You can get me out of here.” You mutter through your teeth. “I shouldn’t be in here in the first place.”

“I can’t do that ma’am. You’ve been severely injured, I’m afraid. You need medical supervision.”

So be it.

Tapping into your power, you focus your senses on manipulating the nurse’s mind; to get her to obey your command. 

“Get me out of here.” You say, voice rippling through the air particles around you, the soundwaves hitting the nurse on a microscopic level.

“I’m afraid that won’t work anymore, dear.”

Your head whirls around, breaking the hold you had on the nurse. The voice that once brought you a level of comfort like no other now has the audacity to talk to you like nothing happened.

“You’re too injured to be using your powers.” He cracks his neck, as he would do when just waking up, and ruffles his ginger hair. “I’m sorry for that, too, by the way.”

“Out.”

“Love, I can’t—”

“Out!”

The nurse’s eyes dart between the two of you. She couldn’t remember exactly when the man had woken up while she was standing there, but she knew the patient shouldn’t be this agitated.

“Ma’am, please,” she points at the beeping monitor. “Your blood pressure can’t be this high right now. I repeat, you’re extremely injured and you need the rest.”

“Then get him out of here!” You yell. “Ow! Shit!” You grab the side of your chest in pain. “What did you do to me??”

You glare at him, unable to believe those blue eyes still make your heart thump. 

The nurse replies before he can reach your bed. “You have a few stitches on your left side here,” she explains. “You need to remain calm, okay?”

Her page beeps and she turns to walk away. You reach your arm out to stop her. “Please, no, please get him out of here.”

She looks at your fiancée, the beeping sound growing louder, making her heartbeat quicken. The longer she stared into those ocean eyes, the more chaotic her soul felt. Anxiety crept into her veins. Like a wounded animal, she scurried off, scared but unable to tell why.

 “So I can’t use my powers but you can?” You shout the second she leaves. “How convenient for you.”

“Love, please,” he breathes out, walking to the door and shutting it carefully. “You heard her. You need to stay calm.”

“Calm? Calm?” You continue to yell, ignoring the monitor going crazy near you. “You…You lie to me, you cheat on me, you make me fall hard for you, and you want to be calm–?”

“Shhh.” He reaches for your shoulders, his strength holding you down. Arms you once cherished the embrace of now remind you of the hoops of betrayal your heart is going through. 

“Get your hands off me.” You beg, your bloodshot eyes tearing up. “Don’t touch me. You have no right to anymore.”

But his hands stay there. You’d move but you can’t—won’t. Your body still doesn’t know that this isn’t the same man you loved so dearly yesterday. That he was a shapeshifter. Someone who claimed himself your husband in the morning and your nemesis at night. 

He toyed with you. No. He mocked you. 

The tears fall before you know it. Something about his hold always did that to you. You’d be the angriest you could ever be, and a touch from him, a simple grasp of the shoulder would make you melt. Make the chaos unfold.

Realisation hits and you instantly slap his hands away.

“You!” You grit your teeth. “Was everything a goddamn lie?!” You shout, ignoring the rippling pain in your insides as you did. “Are you using your powers on me right now?? Have you been using them this whole time?!”

“I-” He squirms. “Dear, it was ju–”

“Stop calling me that. Stop acting so familiar with me. Just stop.”

He swallows, stepping back. “Will you let me explain?”

You scoff. “What’s there to explain?” You smile. “Lord Chaos,” you use his supervillain name, “tracked me down 7 years ago, wrapped me around his slimy fingers, and the second he saw me fighting someone other than him, his twisted mind got—what’s the word I’m looking for here?” You look up, searching the ceiling for it. “So jealous that he killed him for me. And instead of, oh, I don’t know, stopping there, he also decided to reveal his identity! While I’m lying there unconscious because o’ him nevertheless!” You pause to catch your breath. “So, tell me, please, Lord Chaos,” you mock sarcastically, “What’s more to explain?”

“I couldn’t help it.”

You glare. He looked sincere, desperate. Any other time you would’ve fallen for it. You would’ve caved and let him win, let him talk. But now? Now he just looked pathetic. A dog with his tail between his legs.

“Pray tell what; what couldn’t you help?” You frown. “You couldn’t help unmasking yourself? Couldn’t help tracking down your nemesis and playing a wicked game with them? What, Chaos? What couldn’t you help?”

“Falling in love with you.”

You bite your lip, fisting your hands. “You don’t get to say that. Not after what you’ve done.”

“Love, I–” He stops when you throw him a glare, telling him to correct himself. He sighs and approaches you again. “Have you ever wondered what made us nemeses in the first place?”

You look down. The answer wasn’t that simple. All you knew was that for generations, your house, the Order of Serene, was at war with the house of Chaos. You hated them. Hated what they did to people. If the humans’ concept of a devil was real, the Order of Chaos was as close to that horned, fork-tailed creature as they come.

“We are opposing forces,” you mutter quietly, “I was bred to despise the havoc those of Chaos created. To fix it with my powers. To bring those affected peace and tranquillity.”

“And did you stop and think if there was another way? If Chaos wasn’t as bad as you made it out to be?”

You lean back. “Don’t come closer.” You warn. “Whatever sad excuse you’re about to spout, I don’t want you near me, touching me, while you say it.”

“Fine.” He grunts, balling his hands beside him. “Just humor me. Didn’t you always feel better when I held you? Didn’t my powers help you cry? Help you get angry? Help you deal with the chaos of fighting the other me?”

“The other you?” You scoff. “He’s not some alter ego.”

He smiles. “You’re right. But do you see my point?”

You did, sorta, though don’t want to admit it.

“A liar is a liar.”

“A liar who feared you’d react the way you’re reacting right now.”

You bit your lip. Heavy silence took over, till you found yourself blurting out the question that’s been weighing on your mind this whole time.

“Why did you save me?”

He chortles; it makes you angrier. “My fiancée, the love of my life, was dying at the hands of some vicious witch—of course, I was going to save you.”

“You’re the vicious villain who’s been trying to kill me for over a decade!”

“Don’t you think if I wanted to, I would’ve by now?”

“Bet?”

“Bet.” 

For a moment, you smile at each other, the spark you thought you’d lost somehow reigniting at the idea of dueling with your nemesis, ex-fiancée, and savior.

For a moment, you didn’t care what the future was going to hold, but you knew he was still going to be a part of it.

Begrudgingly.

[rkkyul]

190711 MGA SEASON 5  +  EPISODE THREE   +   #5050 FEATURING : PARK WOOJIN  ⟨ ━━ ❀ ° PART ONE: PERFORMANCE, V ( 0:00 - 1:45 ) ⟩ 

“let’s do it one more time.” she found herself muttering again - eyes locked on the mirror before her as the two once again moved to run through their most recent addition. kyulkyung had spent the previous night creating and pulling together a routine for her and woojin, but things never truly came together until they were both actually doing it. building choreography was a challenge, and even more so when one was on a time crunch. but routines that were handcrafted for a specific performance had a certain pull and character she just couldn’t pass up. 

the woman got lucky passing the last round, and even luckier when she found herself paired with woojin. kyulkyung hadn’t paid much attention to him previously - just knew enough about him to tell that he could be healthy competition. the boy’s quietness was a nice balance to her outgoing nature, the two seeming to get along just fine even as their time crept up.

 eyes focused on her image in the mirror, the woman glided through the movements of the chorus - looking back at woojin for approval as she finished. “think that looks good? c’mon.” she grinned, poking at him a bit. “how can we make it better? honest.”

the fact that they got along pretty well was a relief, assuming that everyone was not as fortunate as them. her job at hook & crook gave her an advantage when it came to working with people, but kyulkyung could not imagine the push and pull of an unwanted partner. she rather enjoyed the melodious way they worked alongside one another - her talent undoubtedly matched if not doubled in her partner. he wasn’t slow, woojin picked up quickly and helped polish and perfect the choreography ( but not without a lot of encouragement on her part ). 

her feet ached and her shirt clung to her back from their nonstop practice, but the woman couldn’t help but work for nothing less than perfection. glad to have made it this far and desperate to advance, kyulkyung had pushed the idea of coming short out of her head. 

when the time came for filming, kyulkyung found nerves prickling her skin more often. her fingers held the fabric of her jersey in a fist, eyes dancing across the room and to the chairs adorning the contestants’ numbers. “do you see our number?” she whispered to woojin, stepping closer to her partner as others began to rush in - the building coming to life with hurried movements and swarms of multiple conversations. the two found themselves seated near the end, seated next to a few unfamiliar faces to the woman.

as she waited, kyulkyung tried to distract herself per usual - trying to ignore the fact that this was a competition and their time was quickly approaching. however, she couldn’t help the tap of her feet, the racing of her heart as duos went up on stage and came down one by one. this felt so real, so unlike her previous performances where the idea of getting up onstage and just moving thrilled her. sure, she was excited, ecstatic even - considering she had made it this far. perhaps she knew this week had so much more riding on it. not only was she responsible for her own survival, but she now had another alongside her for the ride. 

the thought of failure was numbing, but kyulkyung masked it with a smile - played it off with jokes told to the others surrounding her and coaxing herself to just sit back and relax. 

CONTESTANTS #5038 AND #5050, LET’S GO. 

“i hope i don’t embarrass you up here.” she grins, elbowing the other a bit as they rise from their seats before walking towards the stage. kyulkyung ignores whatever look woojin gives her and instead links their arms - letting a few nervous breath pass through the ‘0′ shape of her lips. “let’s have fun, yeah?”

the pair situated themselves beside one another before the judge - kyilkyung forcing whatever hesitations out of her head and instead focusing on what was before them. her eyes meet the judges one by one before leaning into a bow. “hello!” chinese once again falls smoothly past her glossed lips, her mouth stretching into a smile as the two take the time to introduce themselves. “i’m zhou jieqiong.” 

kyulkyung thinks for a moment, contemplating woojin’s impending embarrassment after they’ve both introduced themselves. she glances over at the other before flashing him a grin - glancing back up at the judges with her next words. “and we’re the CUTIES.” the woman bats her eyelash and enjoys the look on woojin’s face. no amount of nerves could have stopped her from teasing the younger, recalling numerous moments during the past week where this endearing term got her numerous frowns. 

laughter brightens her next words, “anyways, we spent the week choreographing this ourselves so we hope you all love it!” 

말을 아껴 baby, yeah it’s alright… 

once the pair had settled and the music started up, it was as if a flipped had switched. this wasn’t unusual - her nerves fluttering away at the first beat, body grooving along to whatever was playing with ease. when she’s dancing, kyulkyung slides into a new version of herself, one that glowed with unfaltering confidence and unadulterated joy. it was moments like these when dancing felt right - moving alongside a partner and having fun together. dancing needed to make you feel something, whether you’re the one dancing or watching. 

and ooh baby 대화가 필요해...

she felt light as air moving across that stage - stepping and snapping with practiced precision and a illuminating smile. the woman watched her partner go - the shy exterior he usually exuded replaced by oozing confidence and charisma she’d have to see to believe. the duality almost gave her whiplash, but she could only put that off as talent, a talent she wished she had a lot earlier in life ( probably could’ve saved her some trouble ).

the results from last week’s episode are enough to make her push harder. she constantly wanted to do better. her pride suffered a blow when her name passed up for the top three dancers, but there was no hesitation in the relief that quickly followed. the woman proved herself good enough to stay, but greed blossomed beneath her skin - spreading and swallowing her whole. 

모래에서 굴러 대 네 품속에 죽을래...

in the beginning, this was just something silly she decided to do. a decision she made expecting nothing, but the more and more she progressed, the farther she strayed from this idea. kyulkyung had allowed herself to be yanked in, doused and held down head first in a world she had never imagined herself in. she let herself be talked into it, and now she felt no escape - nothing to relieve her of wanting more, to succeed at something for once completely on her own. so perhaps her feelings were reasonable, that stupid saying eyes on the prize never feeling more real than it did now. 

and that’s what kept her going. 

V 포즈 취할 땐 그녀는 항상 V...

just listening to the beat, one couldn’t help but smile. kyulkyung found it hard to not genuinely enjoy dancing with the other, feeling the weight of last week’s preparations lift from her shoulders. she didn’t need to fake her relaxed vibe of the song and fluid movements. songs like V were perfect for her, upbeat enough to make everything seem and feel so natural. while the pair’s performance didn’t possess any shocks or surprises like most of her mga performances, it was a nice change. the choreography wasn’t too simple and showcased enough skill to highlight both of their talents. it was lowkey, but left one with a pleasant, soft feeling.

몸으로 대화 나눠 let's talk all night that body talk.

moving around the other proved to not be an issue; the choreography remaining in both of their comfort zones but not making them look like they weren’t dancing together at all. their joined movements were cute and subtle, bodies working in sync with one another. she carried herself with ease, choreography practically ingrained into her muscles. the playfulness of the choreography she was sure to gain them some smiles and hopefully leave a nice feeling. 

the pair mirrored a breath of fresh air in the tense atmosphere of a competition. the performance wasn’t up in your face or dull in a way that it left an empty feeling behind. she hoped they could make the judges smile and showcase that the pair deserved to advance. of course, kyulkyung thought they were the best pair to touch that stage. 

baby girl you drive me wild.

the end of their performance allowed the two to play a bit. following the fading of the music, the two gave a classic bow to finish off a performance, the smile that lit up her face unfaltering even as the ending left them surrounding in silence before applause erupted from the other contestants. she had yet to feel defeated after a performance, and she felt pretty good about this one. the woman could only hope that they had left a good impression on the CEOs because she wasn’t ready to face the end of her journey quite yet. 

[edenplantation]

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558,male,"Japanese (Anglicized)",Mr.,Yuji,S,Maruyama,"Eendstraat 181",Utrecht,UT,Utrecht,"3582 EZ",NL,Netherlands,YujiMaruyama@armyspy.com,Yountop,Pha4Yei2eek,"Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10.11; rv:51.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/51.0",06-23022384,31,Ishizuka,4/17/1951,65,Aries,MasterCard,5265111934190822,636,1/2018,,"1Z V10 492 60 1414 359 1",9808731814,45621795,Blue,"Time checker","Listen Up","2005 Honda Logo",EquityRelations.nl,O+,181.9,82.7,"5' 7""",171,e96c79d2-4262-4c22-8d4d-37805a4e4cc5,52.107938,5.434247 559,female,Igbo,Ms.,Chukwubuikem,Z,Onyinyechukwuka,"Via Venezia 120",Magli,CS,Cosenza,87050,IT,Italy,ChukwubuikemOnyinyechukwuka@superrito.com,Swifirold,eeCh6uegie,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; Win64; x64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36","0364 3298616",39,Chidozie,8/17/1940,76,Leo,MasterCard,5255546382665548,153,4/2020,MG58653958,"1Z 114 6F5 88 4082 086 9",3147799875,72902436,Purple,"Construction equipment technician","Rogers Food Stores","2012 Audi Q7",TalkBulimia.it,A+,117.5,53.4,"5' 6""",168,b53a6472-c883-4e79-a844-ad44edce97c3,39.204098,16.338889 560,male,Croatian,Mr.,Ljubo,S,Jerković,"Ovansjövägen 81",GUSTAFS,,,"780 10",SE,Sweden,LjuboJerkovic@einrot.com,Sansion1937,Oht5liephae,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.1; WOW64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36",0225-8336552,46,Nikolić,4/30/1937,79,Taurus,Visa,4916633738215394,454,7/2018,370430-6715,"1Z 516 404 26 4599 100 9",5257421853,31306449,Black,"Merchandise window trimmer","Creative Wealth","1998 BMW V12",EnterprisePages.se,B+,142.3,64.7,"5' 4""",162,0dc50185-57b5-4ee9-ac2d-f576d5f34e3e,60.462083,15.517792 561,male,"Japanese (Anglicized)",Mr.,Nobuo,I,Ogawa,"Enk 176",Rotterdam,ZH,Zuid-Holland,"3075 VB",NL,Netherlands,NobuoOgawa@fleckens.hu,Othe1996,Ahthu6Quah,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; WOW64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36",06-47617302,31,Negishi,5/30/1996,20,Gemini,Visa,4556691904971781,331,6/2018,,"1Z 445 319 81 6874 488 1",2070667459,35235000,Red,"Construction laborer","Britling Cafeterias","2006 Bentley Azure",TravelExhibit.nl,A+,135.3,61.5,"5' 8""",173,a6176dc6-839d-423e-8a24-0e9afd54b42a,51.801451,4.623122 562,female,Ninja,Ms.,Rinkashifu,,,"Rua Enselade 77","São Paulo",SP,"São Paulo",08330-520,BR,Brazil,Rinkashifu@fleckens.hu,Thostan,Ayoo1owex,"Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10_11_6) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36","(11) 5762-3340",55,Shimoari,2/13/1941,76,Aquarius,Visa,4929918593280301,723,5/2021,204.550.998-20,"1Z 923 704 76 8240 163 1",0165312262,15186327,Purple,"General clerk",Adapt,"2000 Saturn LW",TherapyCourt.com.br,O+,119.5,54.3,"5' 3""",161,d0c802ee-cdb3-429d-9f09-27f258cc4cda,-23.698252,-46.701926 563,male,"Japanese (Anglicized)",Mr.,Heiya,F,Minami,"Opintie 34",LIPERI,NK,"North Karelia",83100,FI,Finland,HeiyaMinami@armyspy.com,Hercure,Poac0Chai,"Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; MSIE 9.0; Windows NT 6.1; Trident/5.0; Trident/5.0)","044 464 4592",358,Sangi,5/8/1934,82,Taurus,MasterCard,5563761884040747,501,12/2018,080534-241R,"1Z 455 273 50 0936 178 4",1530322888,28445362,Blue,"Electrical power line repairer","Afforda Merchant Services","2012 Chevrolet Colorado",ProgramInsider.fi,O+,131.8,59.9,"5' 7""",169,2e4b738b-4a5e-4c56-ba1d-492faa833796,62.528552,29.292359 564,female,"Chechen (Latin)",Ms.,Khadimat,A,Khadzhiyev,"Route de Botrange 438",Spalbeek,VLI,Limburg,3510,BE,Belgium,KhadimatKhadzhiyev@jourrapide.com,Mally1952,ieBi4thei2e,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; WOW64; rv:51.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/51.0","0486 69 93 51",32,Dratchev,9/2/1952,64,Virgo,MasterCard,5443385907388846,787,3/2021,,"1Z 803 4V0 33 7265 552 6",3315216279,78525940,Brown,Ecologist,"Plunkett Home Furnishings","2003 Ford Ka",CuisineCop.be,B-,138.4,62.9,"5' 0""",152,9b620f53-a1e0-40a2-b3fb-897c375621d1,50.887516,5.236307 565,female,Persian,Mrs.,افسون,ف,نوری,"Avda. Rio Nalon 9","Corvera de Asturias",O,Asturias,33416,ES,Spain,AfeswenNewra@rhyta.com,Hanty1983,eefuog2eiX,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.1; WOW64; rv:51.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/51.0","669 152 285",34,طایی,5/30/1983,33,Gemini,MasterCard,5103788368386269,486,6/2019,,"1Z 605 928 57 2403 053 3",8372726319,54895887,Purple,"Emergency care nurse","Standard Brands Paint Company","1996 Fiat 126",Coldpedia.es,B+,109.1,49.6,"5' 7""",169,233ea862-1b7f-4bea-b5bc-5d4ac22bf6a0,43.528395,-5.920126 566,male,Greenland,Mr.,John,P,Lyberth,"Jakobstrasse 89",Oberwil,,,6317,CH,Switzerland,JohnLyberth@einrot.com,Sylawass,aiHe2neiph,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; WOW64; rv:51.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/51.0","041 372 11 54",41,Sandgreen,3/8/1972,44,Pisces,MasterCard,5494392136993998,001,9/2018,,"1Z 965 691 06 3435 672 1",1395729235,83517206,Blue,Singer,"Total Sources","2004 Citroen C5",FlorenceTrips.ch,B+,211.4,96.1,"5' 9""",175,42bee3b6-ee52-4d67-b03c-0b9dc9ea2da7,47.040799,8.448896 567,female,Dutch,Mrs.,Mex,M,Turgut,"97 avenue Ferdinand de Lesseps",GRENOBLE,RA,Rhône-Alpes,38100,FR,France,MexTurgut@fleckens.hu,Unfue1931,Taqu1inee,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; WOW64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/55.0.2883.87 Safari/537.36",04.24.07.25.26,33,"van Montfoort",11/22/1931,85,Sagittarius,Visa,4532637765472251,633,3/2019,"2311139171155 76","1Z 5Y3 776 13 5313 833 8",9202978336,19798832,Black,"Payroll specialist","Practi-Plan Mapping","2004 Volvo S80",InterviewAlert.fr,O+,114.8,52.2,"5' 6""",167,3b124829-1522-4089-aa47-df3ebc1f9c7d,45.262038,5.657419 568,female,Japanese,Ms.,由美子,一,土手,"12 Rue Al Imam Al Bakri","Cite El Guitna",72,"Governorate Tozeur",2210,TN,Tunisia,Frournight@superrito.com,Frournight,ecaequ0Ei,"Mozilla/5.0 (X11; Linux x86_64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36","76 432 309",216,英,11/28/1990,26,Sagittarius,Visa,4929764888163582,302,7/2021,,"1Z 97F 350 74 1619 743 4",1091699162,04142221,Green,"Circulation assistant","Afforda Merchant Services","1993 Ford Mondeo",ConcertPins.tn,A+,107.4,48.8,"5' 1""",156,7ae31979-5912-4cd2-8cec-aff037904a32,34.464996,8.824859 569,female,Croatian,Mrs.,Nikolina,S,Lončar,"2484 Oxford St","Still Bay",WC,"Western Cape",6676,ZA,"South Africa",NikolinaLoncar@armyspy.com,Hisfultal,Thooqua6,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.1; WOW64; rv:45.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/45.0","085 732 4912",27,Mađar,5/8/1958,58,Taurus,Visa,4556686241902747,682,3/2019,5805081506088,"1Z 902 33E 03 2616 103 7",2446777108,91601986,Orange,"Management analyst","Pay'N Takeit","1998 Honda Prelude",InfraRadio.co.za,B+,227.7,103.5,"5' 0""",153,4a89b134-0db5-4e01-a299-932e93419102,-34.457522,21.355742 570,female,Hungarian,Mrs.,Anna,G,Herczeg,"3822 Boulevard Cremazie",Quebec,QC,Quebec,"G1R 1B8",CA,Canada,HerczegAnna@dayrep.com,Hourk1978,Dahgh1leth,"Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10_11_6) AppleWebKit/602.4.8 (KHTML, like Gecko) Version/10.0.3 Safari/602.4.8",418-644-9622,1,Mihály,4/21/1978,38,Taurus,MasterCard,5575044820045963,536,9/2020,"320 968 415","1Z 37F 344 89 9779 508 6",6164709483,82842332,Blue,"Community supervision officer","Midwest TV & Appliance","2009 BMW 125",SUV101.ca,AB+,212.3,96.5,"5' 5""",166,ba31ac79-b804-4b7d-acb7-17999d2466e3,46.722255,-71.193231 571,male,German,Mr.,Dirk,S,Neumann,"Munkácsy Mihály út 74.",Tata,KE,Komárom-Esztergom,2835,HU,Hungary,DirkNeumann@dayrep.com,Corim1988,kie0Io4aha7,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.1; WOW64; rv:51.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/51.0","(34) 158-697",36,Kuhn,11/6/1988,28,Scorpio,Visa,4539956466080103,199,2/2022,,"1Z 561 258 95 8393 535 5",7945392336,83688257,Brown,"Foreign language interpreter","A.J. August Fashion Wear","2001 Vauxhall Corsa",BlunderHead.hu,O+,229.5,104.3,"6' 0""",182,190ff0bf-cf09-42f5-81fe-5081ca23277a,47.57432,18.432521 572,male,Greenland,Mr.,Ludvig,K,Frederiksen,"55 Circle Way",CAENBY,,,"LN2 1HZ",GB,"United Kingdom",LudvigFrederiksen@jourrapide.com,Ouned1950,ue3Ielee4ie,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.1; WOW64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/55.0.2883.87 Safari/537.36","077 8133 5836",44,Lennert,8/22/1950,66,Leo,Visa,4929585268688918,284,11/2020,"LE 51 63 43 D","1Z Y44 327 56 4261 750 2",4312643716,35370656,Blue,"Environmental engineer","S&W Cafeteria","1999 Hyundai Dynasty",SoundLeads.co.uk,O+,157.7,71.7,"5' 11""",180,7b85150a-d83d-489a-8058-655df4626147,53.190958,-0.608943 573,male,American,Mr.,David,L,Phillips,"Lange Margarethastraat 162",Haarlem,NH,Noord-Holland,"2011 PM",NL,Netherlands,DavidLPhillips@einrot.com,Arighter,eequugh5Qua,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 5.1; rv:51.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/51.0",06-83577762,31,Tucker,7/14/1957,59,Cancer,Visa,4916442274312106,567,4/2019,,"1Z 811 2W2 27 6720 715 1",2447241693,48075323,Blue,"Osteopathic physician","Alladin Realty","1997 Dodge Stealth",NeverFamous.nl,A+,148.5,67.5,"5' 10""",178,ccfc6fcc-054f-4561-85fc-86813bbaa93b,52.472457,4.697249 574,male,Finnish,Mr.,Jari,I,Ukkonen,"196 Rue Francois",Akaroa,,Christchurch,7520,NZ,"New Zealand",JariUkkonen@einrot.com,Duccies,Eidilu3V,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; Win64; x64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36","(026) 6650-884",64,Salmelainen,9/26/1995,21,Libra,Visa,4556090410869524,504,7/2018,,"1Z 6W3 V15 77 9446 684 7",5275097643,10287007,Blue,"Record clerk","Thom McAn Store","2002 Kia Sorento",EditTube.co.nz,B+,207.5,94.3,"5' 10""",179,527a2245-2459-46aa-b682-87dcc95654f7,-43.90776,172.906898 575,female,"Chechen (Latin)",Mrs.,Makka,S,Korgay,"Rua Engenheiro Mardoque Vital Teixeira 325","Vitória de Santo Antão",PE,Pernambuco,55604-140,BR,Brazil,MakkaKorgay@teleworm.us,Sweves,FeiB9oodifie,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.1; Win64; x64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36","(81) 6216-6181",55,Bisliev,9/11/1932,84,Virgo,Visa,4556075095903599,923,11/2020,694.105.216-37,"1Z 960 342 38 7116 309 4",8778600497,65275030,Green,"Construction equipment operator","Architectural Genie","2007 Ford Ranger",BiggerRewards.com.br,AB+,127.2,57.8,"5' 3""",160,fbe47997-cc94-45d4-8ea3-26ec3cc286cf,-8.17863,-35.367359 576,male,Igbo,Mr.,Chinedum,O,Azubuike,"38 Rue Gabes","Cite Sidi El Kebir",82,"Governorate Medenine",4170,TN,Tunisia,ChinedumAzubuike@superrito.com,Decighte,SeeW6ueD,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; WOW64; rv:51.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/51.0","75 382 255",216,Chukwunonso,3/14/1935,81,Pisces,MasterCard,5246827149005083,637,1/2022,,"1Z 64E 172 73 8305 699 3",4977162950,49181415,Blue,Cutter,Heslop's,"1997 BMW 318",SongsTitle.tn,B+,216.3,98.3,"5' 7""",170,ce89f72b-d32b-4a12-bed6-80120d66dbd7,36.297931,9.489153 577,male,"Chechen (Latin)",Mr.,Sulim,A,Musliyevich,"Norra Esplanaden 28",HELSINKI,UU,Uusimaa,00280,FI,Finland,SulimMusliyevich@armyspy.com,Camesquill,mah9ohPhi,"Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10_12_3) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36","041 582 0352",358,Batukayev,7/22/1970,46,Cancer,Visa,4916562027559255,644,3/2020,220770-8178,"1Z 143 464 97 7659 050 6",3110390137,94066629,Green,"Enrichment education instructor","Dave Cooks","1999 Hyundai Galloper",LandscapingGuy.fi,O+,238.9,108.6,"5' 6""",167,9edce570-4d03-4ab0-af0e-6c618cfb6a1f,60.125759,24.946895 578,male,"Japanese (Anglicized)",Mr.,Kentarou,K,Ootsuki,"2433 Brand St",Colesberg,NC,"Northern Cape",9922,ZA,"South Africa",KentarouOotsuki@teleworm.us,Clinter74,Bie8ienua,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.1; Win64; x64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36","085 862 1425",27,Hayashida,10/23/1974,42,Scorpio,Visa,4556095377461561,352,3/2020,7410236059089,"1Z 613 82A 90 6311 809 6",7985839657,82405824,Blue,"Nursery worker","Scott Ties","2008 Opel Signum",WirelessCommission.co.za,O+,179.5,81.6,"5' 9""",175,a0e0eb95-28f1-44bd-b956-f5898ce1a0f8,-30.684733,25.095065 579,male,Eritrean,Mr.,Asfaha,R,Fikru,"Rue de Liège 184",Lommel,VLI,Limburg,3920,BE,Belgium,AsfahaFikru@einrot.com,Wartan,Eexeephae3lie,"Mozilla/5.0 (X11; Linux x86_64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/55.0.2883.87 Safari/537.36","0497 30 68 41",32,Semere,8/28/1992,24,Virgo,Visa,4539061833616604,844,3/2018,,"1Z 924 167 73 8156 314 8",1710400111,29043023,Silver,"Computer systems software engineer",Practi-Plan,"2003 Proton Arena",RefurbishedAutos.be,O+,175.1,79.6,"6' 2""",187,6a365b65-631f-4beb-8ac4-b590fcd12f77,51.187938,5.298755