#also having to live for however many days with most of my things packed away in boxes is Not Appealing To Me

[nebuladreamerrr]

My biggest fan| Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

REQUEST: what about the reader who is a famous model, kylian’s wife and of course everyone’s fav wag supports kylian at the euro but he didn’t win so she comforts him in the stadium around everyone and every medias, days later they pack their things, kylian is still sad but feeling better with the help of the reader and then in the summer they move in their new house in Madrid and live their best lives

Summary: After a long and challenging year full of numerous changes, a relaxing vacation is exactly what this couple needs before facing a wave of new emotions.

Warnings: English is not my first language

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but mentally go over all the steps of your skincare routine: the cleansing gel, the exfoliant, the toner, the serum, and more. Today was a very important day for Kylian, and what made it even more special was that you could be there to watch him play.

This year had been chaotic, but you were completely grateful. You had improved a lot as a person, learning to handle situations that would have made you collapse before. Professionally, it had also been a success: you modeled for Paris Fashion Week, showcasing Christian Dior designs, and for New York Fashion Week, walking for Michael Kors.

The most important thing was that you had achieved a balance between your personal and professional life. Starting to model in your teens has affected many of your relationships, as you couldn’t dedicate as much time to friends and partners as other young people. Many people didn’t understand this. However, since you met Kylian, everything was different. Both of you understood that you were young and needed to make the most of your careers to enjoy the future.

To manage your schedules, you marked the busy days on the calendar with different colors: neon blue for your photo shoots or interviews, coral for the weeks of fashion shows, green for Kylian’s training sessions or advertising campaigns, red for the events of his association that helps children, and yellow for match days, adorned with a small star if they were played away. This way, you could easily see the free days to have dinner, go out with friends, or enjoy each other’s company while watching a fun series on Netflix.

Additionally, you tried to attend each other’s events whenever possible. You often stayed to watch many of Kylian’s training sessions while chatting with the wives of his friends, and Kylian did everything he could to be present at your fashion shows. Although he knew there would be numerous photos on the Internet, he wanted to take his pictures to show you later.

Throughout the year, you had learned to appreciate the small moments together, even if they were few and far between. From homemade dinners to deep conversations about your dreams and fears, every shared moment was invaluable. And although both of you had full schedules, you knew that love and mutual support were the keys to moving forward.

Looking at yourself in the mirror one last time, you felt a surge of emotion and gratitude. You were ready to face the day. Quickly, you put your items in your bag —your phone, lipstick, and a small perfume— and headed to the wardrobe to grab your husband’s jersey and put it on before heading to the stadium.

When you arrived at the stadium, you could feel the tension in the air. As you reached the seats reserved for you, you couldn’t help but look around to take in the atmosphere. What you loved most about the Euro Cup was, undoubtedly, the affection among the fans. With a smile, you noticed some French fans hugging each other minutes before the match started.

Nervous and a bit restless, you sat down to wait for the French team to take the field for warm-ups. You smiled as you saw Kylian, looking anxious, glancing towards the stands while doing the exercises his trainer was instructing him to do. You could see his face light up with satisfaction and calm when he managed to spot you among the crowd and blew you a big kiss.

This gesture did not go unnoticed by the cameras. From the moment you made your relationship public, the cameras took a keen interest in you both. Perhaps it was because neither Kylian nor you had publicly acknowledged any previous relationships, but although at first, many people labeled you as a "fame-seeker" and "gold digger," gradually the fans began to appreciate you and fall in love with your relationship. Every time you checked your social media, you would get notifications of edits people made about you and your relationship. Often, when you went to the stadium, nervous girls would approach you asking for a photo, and you always excitedly agreed.

The excitement increased as the match was about to begin. The national anthems resonated in the stadium, and the energy of the fans filled the air. As you watched Kylian on the field, feeling the pride and love you had for him, you prepared to savor every second of this special day.

You were very excited because you knew that this day was the first time Kylian could play without a mask. Although he was still anxious and feared the possibility of getting hit, you knew that this motivated him to be a better version of himself and, above all, gave him the confidence needed for France to claim victory.

The match had barely started when you felt a rush of excitement seeing Randal Kolo score the first goal. The French team was revitalized, filled with hopes that this cup would return home. However, Spain quickly scored two goals, significantly demotivating the French team. While you were thrilled at the idea of Kylian lifting this well-deserved cup, you were especially worried seeing him nervous and scared on the field, trying to create opportunities to avoid the inevitable criticisms he would receive.

No doubt, what you liked least about football was how quickly people forgot their favorite players' struggles and still judged them harshly. Kylian hadn’t had an easy season, and everyone was fully aware of it. Saying goodbye to PSG had been a relief, and although Kylian had improved considerably in many aspects, he knew he wasn’t in his best physical shape. He had spent a lot of time on the bench this season, and despite his determination to improve, he couldn’t prevent Spain’s victory.

Knowing the wave of criticism your partner was about to face, you decided to use the VIP pass Kylian had given you at the beginning of the tournament to get down to the field. Once you saw him congratulating his rivals and wishing them luck for the final, you approached him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Y/N, amour," he responded, giving a little jump, as he didn’t expect your presence.

"Shhh, you know everything will be fine and that many people are proud of you," you whispered as you turned him so he could look at you.

"It’s been a tough year," he replied sadly.

"Not every year is good, Kyky. It’s been a challenging year and still, you’ve managed to exceed the expectations many had of you," you said, causing a slight smile to appear on his face.

"Thank you so much for all your support, amour," he responded before kissing you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, leading you towards the stadium tunnel.

This action did not go unnoticed. Excited fans managed to capture images of the couple at the moment, and the paparazzi sighed excitedly while quickly taking photos, trying to capture every moment as you walked away. In those moments, you knew that despite the challenges, you would always be there to support him, and together you would face whatever came your way, building a life filled with love and understanding.

You had only been back in your home in Paris for a few days, and although both of you had planned to wait and organize the move before going on vacation, you knew that what both Kylian and you needed most was a vacation, so you gradually convinced your husband to move the vacation dates up.

The vacation couldn’t have been more relaxing for both of you. Since you started dating, the United States has become your favorite vacation destination. Although you didn’t go completely unnoticed, there were noticeably fewer people paying attention to your presence, allowing you to enjoy relative tranquility.

However, these vacations weren’t entirely easy. Kylian was still worried about not meeting the expectations of the fans of the Madrid team, and much of your time was dedicated to eliminating those negative thoughts from his mind. You designed a variety of plans to help him relax and enjoy. You prepared delicious recipes with exotic ingredients, organized long massage sessions with essential oils, and planned surprise dates that enhanced the love you both felt for each other.

By the end of the vacation, Kylian not only felt more motivated by the new stage ahead but also felt deeply loved. He had learned to value even more your unconditional support and love, remembering that, as in any solid relationship, "you must remain faithful even in times of adversity."

The time together in the United States had strengthened your bond. You enjoyed sunset walks on the beach, explored new cities, and got lost in long conversations that reminded you why you fell in love in the first place. You shared laughs, adventures, and most importantly, moments of peace that became a refuge amid the storm of public life.

As the vacation came to an end, you both knew you were ready to face the challenges ahead. Kylian, renewed and full of energy, was determined to prove his worth on the field, while you were prepared to support him every step of the way. Together, you faced the future with the certainty that, no matter what happens in this new adventure in Madrid, you will always have each other.

[weirdmorefics]

bridgerton sister ran away just before the beginning of her season and discovered by Colin in St Petersburg under a fake identity and bought back home

The Familiar Barmaid

x bridgerton!sister

Pronouns- She/her

Warning- Mother issues

Word Count- 933

Summary- The reader wants to be an author, but unfortunately, she has a season to get back to.

Y/n Bridgerton had never dreamed of being married like her other sisters (Eloise excluded). Y/n loved reading, she imagined her own stories and stashed her written stories under her bed. She craved to be an author like the ones who made the books she admired. Her mother however had other plans for her since day one; come out, become the diamond of the season, and be courted by a handsome gentleman I loved who hopefully had an amazing title. I never craved that life I much preferred to live in the fantasy worlds I created in my head. This leads us to my escape from the Bridgerton household the night before my season.

I had packed the most important things to me; my writings, my favorite books, and the leftover money I had been saving from my gown fittings. I quietly took my horse out of the stable at night and rode the horse to a place no one would know Y/n Bridgerton.

I rode my horse for as far as she could go taking breaks in dingy inns that my Mother wouldn't dare to step foot in. By the time I was in St Petersburg, I was already short on funds. It was a better place to settle than most it had gorgeous views and so many new things to write about. As luck would have it the bar in town was looking for a barmaid. Unfortunately, the bar owner could tell very easily that I had no experience. Shockingly he gave me a chance! He said I reminded him of his daughter who recently married so her room above the bar was also available. It felt like fate like I had been sucked into my very own fantasy book.

I spent my days writing in the nearby park and the nights dealing with town drunks. Honestly, they weren't too bad just demanding their drinks. I learned quickly and I became their favorite barmaid only because I made the drinks the fastest but it still made me feel accomplished. It was a bittersweet feeling to have the town drunks appreciate me more than my mother but at least I was appreciated.

I felt true relief once the season was over no longer worried they would find me and make me a last-minute entry. The bar was just closing and I was washing the grimy tables when the chime of the door startled me. The man was bundled his scarf nearly covering his whole face.

I turned to him and frowned politely "I am so sorry sir we are just closing."

The man gasps once he hears me speak "Y/N?"

I quickly back up accidentally sending a chair to the ground with a loud thud, "I think you have the wrong woman sir."

My boss exits the backroom at the commotion, "This fella bothering you Rose?"

"Are you serious Y/n? Rose? Be a little more original," the man unwraps his scarf and my fists immediately tighten.

"Colin, what are you doing here?" I practically growl.

"You know this man Rose? Seems a little too uptight for you, but I am not here to judge your taste in suitors." My boss chuckles finding his comment hilarious.

Colin gags, "That is my little sister I'll have you know! And I am bringing you right home Mother has been worried sick about you!"

I roll my eyes "She probably did not even know about my absence until Lady Whistledown announced it. How did she cover it up? Am I in the States visiting my cousins?"Colin's face turns beat red which tells me I am right.

Colin tries to change the subject, "Your sisters miss you dearly, Daphne was devasted you were not there for her wedding."

I gasped, "Daphne is already married! The season just ended!"

Colin rubbed his arm, "There were a lot of issues with this season Y/n… honestly we all could have used some of that Y/n wisdom. I especially could have used some of that wisdom." He mumbled the last part seeming very embarrassed to admit it.

"Oh, Colin… I am so sorry. I miss my siblings all dearly but I am not meant for the home carer life. I am meant to be out there writing about anything I can get my hands on." I gesture to the world around me.

"That is one good thing about your departure, no one thinks you are Lady WhistleDown anymore," He smirks.

"Oh what a pity I did like causing fear and scaring the men off with the promise to write about them," I smile.

Colin sighs, "I will make you a deal Y/n, travel with me during my studies. You can explore the world that way, but you must write to Mother and the rest of your siblings and let them know you are safe."

"You know she or Anthony will just drag me back home," I frown.

"Not with me by your side, I am sure I can convince Anthony and she can convince Mama." He smiles as the plan begins to form in his head.

I smiley widely, "You have yourself a deal Colin Bridgerton."

He smiles back as my boss lets out a few stray tears, "You truly are just like my daughter, just as stubborn and hot-headed. Be sure to visit your welcome back anytime."

I gave him a side hug, "Oh boss you big old softie."

Colin laughs, "Y/n you are truly something."

"Why thank you," I take a bow. "Shall we take our leave?"

"We shall," Colin smiles.

[autumnslance]

G'raha's Leadership in the Final Days

Finally got PunchyCat to the Final Days, and while we often speak to the big cutscene where G'raha "goes into Exarch mode" and takes command in the chaos, before that he and the WoL run around Radz-at-Han investigating the Blasphemy, and even there, G'raha's many years as Exarch really show through in how he interacts with the traumatized and terrified people.

Rahdvira: Sisters have mercy, what is happening to the world!? What am I to do…? Is nowhere safe!? G'raha Tia: Settle down, friend. The danger has passed…at least for now. If it's not too painful to remember, could you tell us what you saw?

and at the end of the man's tale:

G'raha Tia: That is enough, my good man. You were brave to share with us your tale. Many of your fellow merchants are safe. The High Crucible, too, has survived mostly unscathed. Pray stay close to your friends and loved ones, and rest your body and mind while you are able. G'raha Tia: I suspect that is the most we can expect the people here to tell us. I think it best we find a place outside the bazaar where we might rest and review our findings.

Choosing to Speak with G'raha...

G'raha Tia: It might distress those still traumatized by the incident to discuss what we've learned within earshot…

He also remembers the details of how WoL knew Khalzahl (thanks to that great memory of his, hearing the reports of the first trip to Thavnair). As Mihleel is shaken by remembering the terror erupting at her tables, however...

G'raha Tia: Forgive me. I would not have you recall the memory if it brings you pain. If I could, I would ask just one more thing.

After getting directions to Khalzahl's neighborhood, WoL and G'raha question an older woman:

Mahti: I don't travel much these days, but my daughter's told me not to venture outside. Stuck in here as I am, I've heard little about these bizarre goings-on. G'raha Tia: Rest assured, the city is safe for now, but the situation may change without warning. G'raha Tia: I urge you: stay close to your daughter, and be prepared to take refuge should the satrap order it. Mahti: Yes, I shall do just that. Thank you for your concern, and pray stay safe as well.

And then the sleepy Arkasodara down the street:

Parigha: Hmmm…? Could you come back another time? I just woke up, and I'm not exactly in the mood for idle chitchat. G'raha Tia: Well, that's one way to avoid the panic, I suppose… G'raha Tia: Pardon our intrusion. You may not have noticed, but a great danger has come to Thavnair. I encourage you to stay alert, and prepare to flee the city should the situation turn dire. G'raha Tia: But before we leave you in peace…pray allow us to ask a question or two.

And finally, when dealing with Djinabaha at Ruveydah Fibers, helping the employees pack things away before he'd even talk, G'raha finishes with this as we go on to the next quest (and Ahewann's fate).

G'raha Tia: My friend, we must take our leave. I pray that your establishment is spared further tragedy. But remember: your lives are far more precious than any wares. If you are ordered to flee, do so without hesitation. Djinabaha: Indeed… I thank you for your concern, and pray you two take care as well.

G'raha knows how to talk to people shaken by disaster, calming and reassuring, and giving them clear advice and action to take to keep themselves safe. It's a handy precursor to his taking command in the next cutscene, reminding us that he is, unfortunately, all too familiar with events similar to these, and this steadiness, thoughtfulness, and concern comes from too many years of practice.

[notes-of-nari]

Stray Kids as the Friendly Ghost

I.N •You were intrigued for many years about the mysterious boy who lives in your twin house. You have seen him randomly either in your shared garden or at the doorstep of his side of the house. Even though you had always wanted to strike up a conversation with him you always decided to do it later because you were afraid that you might embarrass yourself by going there and stuttering (cause you knew pretty well that you were most probably having a crush on him)

•Speaking about crush, it all comes crashing down when you tell a friend of yours about him and she goes on to reveal that the other side of your twin house is actually empty?? You don't believe it until a little call to the person who sold you the side of your house reveals that the other side is indeed empty.

•however when you walk back home you find him sitting on the swing in your shared garden his eyes closed as he silently seems to sing along to a song that plays from his headphones.

•You trip on a stone and nearly fall. He opens an eye and looks at you and notices you look at him. His eyes widen in surprise as his palm flies towards his mouth. he then runs towards his side of the house.

•Your mind is completely in turmoil as you wonder who this mysterious person is. After a sleepless night, you decide to find out the truth for yourself. So you march up to his side of the house and loudly knock on the door. You earn a few suspicious glances from your neighbours but no one answers the door. •You wonder if studying too much has made you go crazy and see things. But this guy was your crush! Is his presence also like your non existent love life?

•However your efforts are fruitful. One day as you stand at his doorstep ready to knock on his door,he opens the door right at that moment. "oh hii" you greet him and his eyes widen again before he shuts the door right in your face. "rude.." you mutter before he opens the door again and looks at you in disbelief. "you can see me?" he asks. "yeah" you shrug. "no wayyy...no.." •you notice a few tears falling down his eyes as he suddenly hugs you. He seems to be shaking as he sobs. You are frozen unable to understand what's happening but you pat his back hoping he would calm down. • "No freaking wayyyy" It is now your time to express your disbelief as he reveals that he is a ghost? He introduces himself as Jeongin. • You are soon able to accept that he is indeed a ghost. (rip your non existent love life/and crush) • Even though you both were awkward at first after some time you both become good friends. However a few days later you wake up to find seven ghosts glaring at you. "If you hurt him we will kill you" One of them threatens while holding a knife at your direction. "No minho is just joking. we won't kill you but please take care of Jeongin yeah?.." the ghost with an Australian accent says before he pulls his friend away and the seven of them disappear.

•"Jeongin the ghost" as you now fondly call him ,drags you on his random late night walks as he explores various parts of your little town. •Judges your fashion taste like Anton ego judges food. What kind of garbage are you wearing in this household? This is uhh a hoodie.. skirt and trousers.". Shakes his head in disappointment while mumbling something that sounds like "looks like a Disney series came to life"

•you wake up one day with a whole fashion critic report on your bedside table. you only have three black hoodies,two jeans,one skirt,and 2 black tee shirts? Let's go shopping bitch.

•Every messy person like you who has a gold fish memory deserves a friend like him. "Did you see my note book?" "You left it on the chair" "Did I visit the doctor last month" "yes you did..you even brought a guide to crocheting on the way back here" " oh shit I forgot that I brought such a book" "jeongin did you take my chocolate chip tart?" "You ate it last Sunday remember?" •Helps you pack your clothes for your three day college trip.But he literally overpacks amidst your protests. "come on jeongin it's just a three day educational trip. I don't need 5 t shirts" He is not pleased about the fact that you removed all the extra clothes he had packed for you. So later that night when you are asleep he adds all those clothes back into your suitcase. Fast forward- 1st day of the trip night, you open your suitcase to find a whole ton of clothes. "YANG JEONGIN!!!!!" ------The ghost who is chilling back at home suddenly sneezes. "I guess she is thanking me for adding the extra clothes" He smiles and shrugs. •If you need someone's true and honest opinion on anything he is the number one choice. No sugar coating just the honest hard truth. •When you ask him if he can help you with your college assignments, "do i look like someone who survived past the 1st year of college?" he deadpans before disappearing. • He gifts you with a pair of shoes and a cake on your birthday. You are so happy and grateful so you try to hug him. But he runs away out of your reach. "come on dude let me hug you once.." "no" he runs around the house ( he doesn't disappear like usual though?) "you hugged me first" you remind him of the day he hugged you after he realized that you could see him. "that was a one time thing" he shouts as he leaps away from your reach. BangChan / Lee Know / Changbin / Hyunjin /Han Jisung / Felix/ Seungmin

[screamingatanemptyroom]

Please Fix the Story- Side Part - Adonis

My first side part of two. Will plan for a second one for Liam. Hope you guys enjoy seeing it from a "hero's" perspective!

Enjoy!

Masterpost linked here!

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 I am the hero.

I believed this with every part of my being. Every cell and every atom within me screamed for me to step into the spotlight that was rightfully mine. The center stage that everyone longed for but so few could touch.

I grew up in obscurity. A father in a dead-end job whose lack of drive and ambition led our family to live paycheck to paycheck. Coming home just to drink and complain about work. I also had two older brothers who finished high school and went straight to work in the shop like our old man, with little regard for the world beyond our small town. But my mother… my mother was like me. She was a dreamer.

During my childhood she would read to me every night before bed. Classics, sci-fi, adventure stories… any book my mother could get her hands on. We explored world after world from the safety of my room as she read to me, equal parts excitement and longing shining in her eyes as she described faraway places and people that she would never get to see.

But her favorite story, the one we read most often, was a classic. A story of a brave knight, a hero. A story of a beautiful princess. A story of an evil dragon. I would listen with childish wonder as she described the princess being kidnapped and guarded in a tower, the knight and the dragon’s harrowing battle, and the happily ever after that awaited the hero and the princess.

“All stories should be like this one.” She told me confidently. “It is the best story in the world.”

She would point to pictures of the knight in the story book, a man in metal armor with a brightly shining sword. “When you grow up, you are going to be a great hero, a great man like him!”

I looked up at her, confused. “What about dad? Isn’t he great? Shouldn’t I grow up to be like him?”

At my question, her eyes were filled with sorrow and rage. “Don’t you EVER end up being like your dad. He’s a nobody.” She pointed at the book. “There’s no pictures of men like your dad in here, because they’re not important enough to get pictures. They don’t defeat the dragon, they don’t marry the princess, and they don’t have happy endings.”

“But Dad married you, and you are better than any princess!”

“…” She just stared silently at me for a moment. “Promise me you won’t become like your father. PROMISE.”

“… I promise.” I looked down at the knight in shining armor again, feeling determined.

I am the hero.

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My mother left us shortly after. Quietly walked out with her bags while we were all sleeping. My father didn’t say much to us about it. Just worked harder at his dead-end job and drank more when he was home. I watched it all, and knew without a doubt: My father was unhappy because he wasn’t the hero my mother wanted him to be. But I was different than him.

I worked hard, studied harder. Got into college on a scholarship. I was studying finance, determined to get into a career that would make a lot of money. To be different from my father. Packed away with all of my textbooks and papers, however, I still carried around my mother’s favorite book, the only memento I had of her, the only thing she had left behind for me to keep.

And that’s how I met Arabella.

My fairy tale book slipped out of my bag one day as I sat on bench trying to find a specific paper. I bent over and reached out to pick it up, but she got there before me.

“I love this book! Such a classic!” She smiled at me as she handed it over.

I fell in love with her smile.

We talked at length about books and stories. She was an English major, a lover of writing in all its forms. After that fateful day we spent many hours together. Talking, laughing, trading ideas. I fell deeper and deeper in love with her, fantasizing about confessing my feelings, and having her reciprocate. We would get married, have children, become successful, important people. Different from my father and mother.

She was my princess, my happy ending.

… Until she wasn’t.

“This is my boyfriend, Ben.” She introduced him with a different smile. I had thought I had seen all of her smiles, but it turns out that her most beautiful one, the one filled with love, was saved for someone else.

I hated him.

Hated how he seemed to shine in every space he was in. Hated that he was always the center of attention. He was a natural born leader, a great conversationalist, an all-around good guy that everyone liked. I hated everything about him, but most of all I hated the fact that he stole the love of my life from me. My darling Arabella.

She was mine.

But when I finally worked up my courage to tell her my feelings, instead of a smile filled with love, I got a look of pity and concern. She didn’t feel the same. She hoped we could still be friends.

I was humiliated. I thought I was the hero of her story, but I was just a nobody, a friend, an extra on the sidelines.

I was just like my father.

I hated my father, hated myself for being like him. But slowly, inevitably, my hatred took a new turn.

Arabella. Why did she not love me? Why was she ignoring our obvious connection? Why did she look at me with pity when I was so much better than that loser she was dating?

I hated her too. If she had never been there, I would have never felt so weak and helpless. I felt trapped in the sidelines, and couldn’t see a way to escape this fate of being nothing, of fading into obscurity. I had to do something. I refused to disappear into nothingness.

I am the hero.

So I fixed the problem.

And as I stood over the bodies of Arabella and Ben, my hand still holding the blood-stained knife, watching the blood pooling under them, rolling slowly towards my shoes. I realized the truth behind my world:

I was special.

The world froze. An inhuman being, the System, offered me a chance to work with it, to save the universe.

It was everything I wanted and more. Power. Prestige. A mission. I would be the main character, the knight I read about. I would be the hero.

It warned me that if I left with it, this world would be destroyed. I looked around. Now that I knew that this world was a lower realm, a romance story that I was a side character in, it all seemed so… small. Worthless. This world had done nothing but contain me, and I deserved to escape it.

I felt a brief flash of conscience. If I said yes, everyone I knew would be destroyed. My father. My brothers. My friends in college.

My mother.

Arabella.

But what have they ever done for me? I looked at the two options in front of me, and selected “Yes” with a firm hand.

And in that instant, they were gone.

And I was free.

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The System and I came up with a plan to save the universe. We tied all the heroes to me, to help me improve their character, in bonds called Fate.

But it wasn’t enough.

So we got a dragon, an evil creature who could be a good prototype for the villains in the lower realms. My nemesis to fight. But this failed too. The dragon was weak. For all its anger and desperation in the beginning, it soon became like a soulless, lifeless puppet. Silently completing its mission in each lower realm, often dying so quickly that I barely had time to influence the hero’s story. Punishments, threats… nothing worked. The nameless villain just looked at me with eyes that seemed like they belonged to something dead.

“You cannot threaten me.” It whispered. “You have already destroyed everything I love. My family is gone. I am alone.”

I felt a brief moment of panic at his words, but pushed it down and walked away. Refusing to dwell on the thought that rose up at his words:

We were similar. We both lost everyone. We were both alone. But we were so different… I lost mine by choice.

It didn’t matter. I did what I had to do.

I am the hero.

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We were getting nowhere. We needed something more, before the universe became too unstable, and all of the lower realms collapsed.

We needed a heroine. My princess.

There was only one option. One woman that I would accept. The love of my life, the heroine of my story,

Arabella.

I knew the System could do it. It was the god of this universe, filled with strange, unnatural abilities. It could bring her back, erase what I had done.

It had to.

After much arguing, the System agreed to “create” an Arabella.

I met her in the higher realm, the System had dressed her in gorgeous clothes, just like the princess she was meant to be.

I looked at her, and she was just as beautiful as I remembered. And she was mine.

But then everything went wrong.

She looked like Arabella. And sometimes had similarities to Arabella, such as a love for stories. But she was also so very different.

“Call me Bel.” She asked me one day, her eyes filled with frustration.

“But you ARE Arabella.” I felt desperate to explain.

She shook her head. “It doesn’t feel right. I don’t want to be called that. You mean something different than me when you use that name, and it makes me uncomfortable.”

What could I say. How could I explain? I bit my tongue and agreed.

It was so frustrating. Having my Arabella so close, yet so far away of me. She learned about our world quickly, and displayed an astonishing talent for fixing the lower realms in a variety of ways, but never once in the way that I wanted, the true and better way.

I tried to tell her about the higher story. About fate. The princess and the hero needed to fall in love. Our happiness, our love would stabilize all of the lower realms. Save the universe.

But Bel after listening to me, gave me a look. A look I knew all too well. It was the same look Arabella gave me in my original world.

A look of rejection.

I had become a higher being. Becoming the hero that would define all heroes. Much more than the silly hero my mother showed me in a worn-out story book. But still my princess refused me. She would leave me, just like my mother left my father for being a nobody. An extra. A background character.

I refused to let that happen.

I am the hero.

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I continued the story. She would be “kidnapped” by the dragon. I would rescue her, we would fall in love, and the dragon would be defeated. All would be right.

But she refused. She decided to die rather than be rescued. And then the System made her a deal.

I watched her disappear. I watched the foolish dragon make a bad deal to follow her. And as they faded from the realm, I panicked.

They had left me behind, the hero, the main character. I had to stop Bel from succeeding, from changing her fate to join the villains. She would accept her fate. She would be my heroine again.

The System, for the first time, fought me. I wanted my memories, control over some of the story, power. It argued that I would only push her further away. I refused to compromise.

Finally, the System agreed, but would only send me to a few worlds.

“She’s already visited twelve worlds.” It stated in a dispassionate voice.

I was in shock. “It’s only been a few minutes!”

“Time moves differently in the Void.”

“SEND ME!”

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A zombie world. I was the hero, Eric, already in a relationship with a cheerful girl named Hannah. She was a lovely heroine, but utterly helpless. As she stared up at me with love and respect in her gaze, I should have felt happy, content. She treated me as the hero I was, as the center of her universe.

I didn’t care.

She wasn’t Arabella… Bel. She was just a small little character of a broken lower realm. I didn’t need such a worthless being’s love.

I needed HER.

I turned my attention to Jason, Eric’s friend.  A pathetic secondary lead. I despised him, watching his struggles with disdain. Jason was a disgusting worm, following the heroine around like a lost puppy. Oblivious to the fact that she only loved the hero. He was a nobody, an extra.

He reminded me of my father.

I hid his role in Bel’s character’s death. Filled his head with thoughts of violence, planning on using him at just the right moment.

And when Bel showed up, I put myself forward as the perfect hero. Reasonable, friendly, respectful of boundaries. After all the time I spent fixing lower realms with her, I knew what she would like best. The only downside is that I had to play my role, to pretend to love Hannah. I felt the bonds of fate. Anytime I tried to break away from them, the System’s power would correct me. But I still tried my best, hoping that Bel would see beyond the characters we played, see the true me.

But instead, she paid me little to no attention. Only focusing on Hannah, or on the pathetic bastard of a villain who trailed behind her. He was as weak and useless as always, his character supposed to be the leader of a violent gang. Instead, he cooked meals and brewed tea, calling himself a support spouse.

I wanted to kill him.

But I couldn’t. I needed to be a perfect hero. Otherwise, my princess would never love me.

In the end, I failed. The dragon died, but Bel still didn’t look my way. She completed her mission and left the world without a goodbye.

Heartless as always.

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The System agreed to send me to a second world. A vampire realm. I played her brother Alexander. 

The realm was a disaster. I tried to be perfect, tried to be reasonable and helpful. But I had pushed too far from the character’s role. The System forcefully corrected me, treating me like a puppet over and over, acting like a foolish teenager in love rather than a confident immortal being. I watched in silent rage as the dragon married my princess with a smirk, calling me brother-in-law. I could do nothing but seethe, trapped in this cage of a character, unable to do anything but watched as she saved the realm again.

In the end, it felt so good to kill him. I watched the dragon die under my hands with a smile. And if Bel reacted poorly… well she just didn’t understand my point of view. She didn’t remember our destiny together. She didn’t remember that the dragon was a monster, a villain.

I just had to convince her.

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“YOU FAILED.” The system told me in the void. It had no emotions, no humanity, but even so I felt that there was a note of panic within its voice.

“You wouldn’t let me do anything!” I argued back. “Give me more freedom, and I promise I will convince her of our point of view.”

“WHAT IF SHE REFUSES?”

“Then I will make sure she fails her mission. Either way, we win, correct?”

“…” The System was silent for a few moments. “YOU HAVE ONE LAST CHANCE. SHE HAS NO MEMORY IN THIS REALM. SHE MUST FAIL. ”

I laughed. “She will.”

I did everything I could. Desperate, this time I resorted to all means: kidnapping, drugging her, lying to her. I betrayed the whole world to the alien race, trying to force her mission to fail.

But she still won. She still refused me, even when her mind and body were falling apart.

And with her power, she restarted our story in the higher realm. She chose the dragon again. She chose to reject fate. And at the end of it I realized her plan was never just to simply join the villain. She became the new System. She became a god.

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She looked at me, filled with a power I would never know. Standing next to the love of her life that wasn’t me. And I couldn’t help but wonder:

Had I really been so wrong?

“I have a much better ‘fate’ in store for you:” She told me. Smiling a smile I had never seen before. Different from any I had ever seen before A cruel smile. And I truly believed in the depths of my soul, that she was not, she never had been Arabella. The girl I thought I loved, died on the ground after I stabbed her in the heart. Not even her body was left behind as I destroyed the world behind me.

I am the hero.

“You will be banished to a lower realm. To live out your days as an insignificant side character.”

Her power lifted me off the ground, healing the wound in my side. I was helpless against it. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be! I was the knight! The hero! I would defeat the dragon, save the princess. I would live happily ever after!

“NO! YOU CAN’T!!!”

I am the hero.

“By day, you will remember nothing… but every night, your memories of the higher realms will be returned to you, just enough so you can always live in regret for what you have done.”

“NO!” I struggled against her powers, but there was nothing I could do. I stared into her eyes. So familiar, but foreign. And filled with nothing but weary disdain. I knew that look, knew it all too well. It was the look sealed into my heart, in the depths of my worst nightmares.

It was the look my mother gave my father the night she left. That look couldn’t be for me. It was for nobodies. For extras. For people of no importance. Not for me. Never for me.

I am the hero.

“You must accept your fate, Adonis. Goodbye.”

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“Heading home, Adler?”

Craig, the middle-aged man in the cubicle next to mine, spoke up as I stood up at my desk.  His space was decorated with miscellaneous motivational signs and pictures of his smiling family. He hid a space heater under his desk, but everyone liked him too much to report it to the manager.

“Yeah, shouldn’t you be done for the day too?” I responded blandly, putting on my coat and walking away. I didn’t really want to get drawn in to a long conversation, which Craig was well known for. From a distance I saw a man and a woman talking, and felt a tightening in my chest. I didn’t want to talk to them, but I couldn’t resist saying hi to her.

“Hi Anne.” I joined the conversation between the two, ignoring the flicker of frustration that crossed her expression. Hopefully she’s just tired. “… Hi Brad.” I added after a long hesitation.

They both greeted me, and fell into an awkward silence. I knew they wanted me to leave, but a strange stubbornness kept my feet rooted in place. “Have you heard about that new movie about knights and dragons that’s coming out soon?”

Anne still seemed annoyed, but showed a brief look of interest at my question. “Oh yeah! I’ve been wanting to go see that one!”

Then would you like to go with me? I bit the words back before they could slip out. It would not go over well, especially with Brad, Anne’s boyfriend standing next to me. Instead, I said something I didn’t mean. “Maybe we could all go see it as a group?”

“Maybe.” Her response was noncommittal.

“…”

“…”

After the silence stretched on too long, I finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Well, have a good night.”

They both waved silently at me, and returned to their conversation with one another, never sparing another glance my way.

I walked away, feeling uncomfortable.

My apartment was empty. I had considered pets, but it would be too much extra cost to the monthly lease. I turned on the light, set down my coat, and looked around with a sigh. The room was pretty bare. I had a few sparse decorations, but couldn’t be bothered to do more. All I needed was a few pieces of furniture, and multiple shelves of books.  I made myself a quick microwave dinner, and since I had finished my latest book last night, went searching through the bookshelves for what I wanted to read next.

My hand paused over a well-worn book. It was a classic story, about knights and princesses and dragons. Basic, childish almost, but I always felt drawn to it. I picked it up once more, and settled down to read.

Passing a quiet evening, I got ready to sleep. I stared up at the ceiling above my bed, a strange emptiness within me.

I wonder what Anne is doing now?

A sigh escaped me. I knew she didn’t return my feelings. She didn’t even like me as a friend.

I’m just not the guy for her. And I need to be content with that.

After all, it's not like I'm the hero of a fairy tale.

With that last melancholy thought, I fell asleep, my hands still clutching the book of fairy tales.

…

…

…

And I remembered.

I remembered everything.

I was the higher-level being Adonis. Hero of the universe. Cast aside by Bel. Banished to a lower realm.

And now I was powerless.

Helpless.

Nothing.

THIS ISN’T RIGHT!!! THIS ISN’T ME!!! I AM SPECIAL. I AM MEANT FOR GREATNESS!

I AM THE HERO!

I woke up, shaking in terror and agony. My trembling hands clutched my sweat soaked face. And in the dull light of the sunrise streaming through the window into my bare and empty apartment…. I screamed.

I tried to hold onto my memories, but I could already feel them fading away. I would once again become Adler, the pencil pushing nobody who read fantasy books and nursed a silent crush on a woman at work who already had a boyfriend.

Until night came again. And I remembered once more.

This was my punishment.

This was my hell.

My only solace was that in this lower realm I was mortal. I would grow old. I would eventually die. And I would be free from this wretched existence.

My memories grew foggy, confused.

I thought of my mother, of my promise to her to be the hero of her story book. I thought of Arabella, of her bright smile that I fell in love with. I thought of Bel, our adventures, and her triumph over fate.

And I hated them all.

“NOOOOOO!” My anguished cry tore through the apartment, but there was no one around to hear it.

“I AM THE HERO!!! THEY ARE NOTHING!” I tried to scramble out of the bed, desperate to run away, to escape.

“I AM THE HERO!!!” I fell to my knees, my thoughts becoming vague.

“I AM… THE… HERO!” I desperately held onto the word. I knew it was important.

“I…. AM….”

I blinked, feeling confused.

“What was I saying?”  Wiping my forehead, I grimaced as it came away with a cold sweat. “Must have had a nightmare.”

I stood up, heading to the bathroom to shower. I had a long day of work ahead of me. I had several reports due soon, and maybe… just maybe… I could catch a glimpse of Anne when I passed by on my lunch break.

As I walked towards the shower, I caught sight of my face in the mirror, and came to a stop. As I stood there, staring into my own eyes, I felt the strangest urge to scream.

But it quickly passed and I went back to getting ready for my day.

“Hopefully tonight I sleep better.” I muttered to myself, looking away and closing the door behind me.

I didn’t want to be late to work.

[yiga-hellhole]

hiii i was going to make more of these but i realized i cant be arsed for all of them in one big batch. anyway @smilesrobotlover thank you bestie for reminding me this template exists. too bad there isnt a slider for "beats the other up - is beaten up" because you know the boys are FIGHTINGGGG

some rambling under the cut

big spoon and little spoon is a straightforward one because well, you're not going to get a bigger damn spoon than zant. he's massive. but sometimes even he likes feeling small and cared for, so they're not beyond having him fold his spindly limbs up like he's a dead spider and let ghirahim scoop him into his arms

i don't see them as a big "sharing clothes" type of couple. ghirahim's are far too small for him and his wardrobe flusters zant to no end. inversely, ghirahim wouldn't be caught dead in most of zant's things. but zant would find a lot of enjoyment in giving him clothes

pet names, ghirahim has like 2~3 for zant that he uses, and they're never particularly sappy or anything. zant however makes up new ones every other day. he's sick in the head

introverted-extroverted scale is a little complicated because ghirahim strikes me as more ambiverted. he's well-versed socially and loves attention, specifically loves bullying people, but after spending so long in solitude without proper peers, i think being alone has grown rather comforting for him too. who knows how it'll pack out when he has more like-minded individuals around him? i'm not sure yet.

for love-language, like i said, ghirahim isn't very sappy. he's far more touchy-feely in that aspect where he will just grab and kiss and tease when he feels the need. zant is a solid 50-50 because he loves being touched but also makes up sappy little nicknames on the spot or a long-winded declaration of love to the point it starts getting a little annoying. he's just kind of intense.

confession... well ghirahim would be quick to start doing things that typically denote a couple, but leaves it up to zant to actually officiate the whole thing. partly because he has issues. but also because he loves any chance at making him flustered (issues... 2!)

i don't think either of them are scared of bugs. but ghirahim is callous in getting rid of them and zant will just add them to his personal collection if he can catch em

twili society is rather high-tech. they probably have vehicles of some kind, and zant strikes me as the kind of guy who can drive. irresponsibly, i'll grant, but he'll do it. ghirahim would know how, but he refuses to. he's spoiled like that

the cooking one is funny because anyone in my server will know about the 'zant meal' phenomenon. he can cook, at least to keep himself alive, but the things he makes are horrifying to witness. unprecedented flavor profiles and chaotic execution. just don't worry about it. ghirahim, meanwhile, has a built-in chemical compendium and a heat sensor. theoretically he'd make an excellent cook and baker. he just doesn't want to.

zant loves affection, but is a very private person. he knows ghirahim is very showy and obnoxious, so if he lets him get away with slobbering his face even once, he;d have to deal with it every single hour of the day. and that'd embarrass him!!

theyre BOTH overprotective. it's a problem. though, zant in the sense of, "i want him to be all mine, i want to be all he thinks about, i want him by my side every minute of the day", and ghirahim in the sense of, livestock guard dog with spiked collar to murder wolves.

ghirahim has more relationship experience in that he's met many faces in his millennia of living.... but this kind of romantic intimacy is unknown to him. the whole song-and-dance of courtship he knows, but genuine love, he doesn't. zant had one FWB in college that he fell in fairy-tale love with and planned their wedding in his head after one (1) kiss. needless to say when that guy broke up wih him he was very normal.

i think the horny-awkwardness-jealousy levels speak for themselves.

[lucy90712]

hey can u write angst with fermin?

I moved to Barcelona a few months ago but I've been so busy that I've barely explored the city my days have consisted of going to classes then going to my internship with a big law firm and then on the weekends I'm also at my internship as I truly want to learn as much as possible about what it's like to be a lawyer. Today however I actually have a day off so I'm going to explore all the tourist attractions in Barcelona and take in the city I now live in. My friends and coworkers have given me recommendations so my schedule is packed today but that's how I like things to be I love being busy. 

The first places I was told to visit was camp nou and the Barcelona training ground so that's where I went. I'm not hugely into football because my ex from a few years ago used to play and we broke up because he wanted to focus on his playing career so I’ve avoided football as not to be reminded of that time. As much as he has put me off football I feel like being here is as good a reason as any to get back into it seeing as the football team is so important to the city. My plan was to just look around as much as I was allowed to but when I arrived at the stadium they were doing tours so I took the opportunity to have a guided tour. The whole place was so cool and they had so many trophies and pictures from history and they had pictures of all the players now most of which I didn't recognise but there was a few that my friends had mentioned to me. 

After the tour I was really hungry as the tour took longer than expected so I found a little cafe nearby to stop at. Luckily it wasn't too busy there was only a few people in there and then one guy came in after me. Once I ordered I looked at the guy who walked in behind me and if I had my drink I would've spit it out because I recognised him straight away as one of the Barcelona players on the wall. I couldn't remember which one he was so I frantically searched Instagram then found out his name was Gavi which is one of the players my friends have mentioned as they think he's hot. I can't lie he's definitely attractive but he's a famous footballer so I'll just admire him from a distance. I was minding my own business until Gavi moved closer to me and started talking to me. 

"Hi I'm Pablo sorry to disturb you it's just you're so beautiful but I don't recognise you have you recently moved here?" He asked 

"Hey I'm y/n I moved here a few months ago but this is my first free day to explore" I said trying not to freak out 

"Well I'm glad you chose to come here can I get your number or your Instagram or something and maybe I can show you around at some point" he said 

I gave him my number and my Instagram and then we both went on our way. 

Fermin's POV 

Gavi came into the locker room with the coffee he always gets us both before training but this time he had a big smile on his face bigger than usual. Something had definitely happened before he got here and if I had to guess I think he met a girl that he likes because he has the same smile as the one other time this happened but sadly things didn't work out with his ex. 

"What happened at the coffee shop did you meet a girl" I teased him 

"I did her name is y/n and god she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen" he said 

That name brought back memories as my ex was named y/n. We dated a few years ago now and I broke up with her because I wanted to focus on football but I can't lie I have missed her a lot over the last few years. One of my biggest regrets is breaking things off with her as she was a lovely girl, smart and beautiful but I imagine she has probably almost forgotten about my existence in the three years we've been broke up. 

"Here's her Instagram isn't she just so beautiful I want to ask her on a date I just need to figure out what she would like" he said showing me his phone 

Instantly I recognised the girl as my y/n. From her posts it's clear that she's moved here for law school and has been working with the biggest law firm in the city which doesn't surprise me at all because she's the smartest person I know. She's also had a major glow up she was gorgeous before but now she might be perfect. I wanted to tell Gavi to back off because she was my ex and I still love her but I can't do that to him or her I can't stop them being happy just because I made a stupid decision. Still I think he should know that we used to date so that I'm not hiding things from him especially if she tells him at some point. 

"Oh I know her from back home we dated for a few months but I broke up with her to focus on football" I admitted 

"Oh I didn't know you had an ex from back home" he said 

"Yeah but it was three years ago so don't worry about it she will have had other boyfriends in the mean time don't let me stop you if you like her" I said trying to sound genuine but it hurt to say 

"Thanks man I'm just hoping she doesn't have a boyfriend right now" he joked 

~~~~~~~~~

3 weeks later 

I've been sat in my car for the last few minutes waiting for Gavi as we are spending the afternoon at my place playing fifa. I saw him approach the car and he had a big smile on his face which he often does but his smile seemed bigger than usual. He sat in the passenger seat still grinning ear to ear which means that something has happened that he's excited about. 

"What's going on with you you never smile that much" I said 

"I went on my first date with y/n last night and it was amazing and she just text me asking if I'm free tomorrow to go on another date" he said 

"That's great man I'm happy for you" I lied 

Secretly I was hoping things wouldn't work out between them and they wouldn't get past the talking stage but that was foolish of me. Y/n is a great girl and impossible not to love and Gavi is a good guy too deep down I knew that they would get along really well but part of me hoped it wouldn't be the case. I want to see Gavi happy but it hurts that it's with the girl I'm still in love with. Don't get me wrong I knew y/n would move on but I thought it would be with someone back home not my teammate and best friend but that's probably what I deserve for breaking up with her for purely selfish reasons knowing it would hurt her. 

For the rest of the day Gavi didn't stop talking about y/n and how well they get on. He showed me pictures from their date and told me all about the messages they sent to each other. All I was listening to was the stories she told him about her life since I last spoke to her. Just like I thought she would she's turned out to be incredibly successful she always wanted to be a lawyer and now she's here studying law with a full scholarship and an internship with the best law firm in the city who have already got a contract ready for her once she passes the exam to be able to practice law. When we were together she was always focused on studying and being the best she could be and she always wanted to do the things she's doing now and I promised I'd be right there with her when she did but instead I'm hearing about it from my best friend instead. 

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1 year later 

It has been a long season but a successful one ending with winning the league which feels amazing. To celebrate we are all having a team party at Robert's house all the team and their partners are invited as they've been through the stress of the season with us all. The party started an hour ago which is when everyone was supposed to arrive by but Gavi is yet to turn up. A few of us have text him but got no answer so naturally we started to worry but just as Pedri was about to call someone to see if they knew where he was he arrived with y/n. They have been together officially for 10 months now but she never comes to team events as she's often too busy and Gavi says she doesn't like being around loads of new people which I knew already so it doesn't surprise me. She was clearly nervous as she was hiding behind Gavi and I could tell he was squeezing her hand even from a distance. 

"I'm so sorry we're late guys y/n had her graduation this morning and I insisted we go out to lunch with her family to celebrate so it's my fault" gavi explained 

"Congrats y/n" Robert said 

"I thought you had another year left" Pedri said 

"I did but I managed to graduate early as I've done all of my required classes" she explained 

"Thats amazing well done" Pedri said 

The two of them joined the party not leaving each other's side for a while until y/n came to sit down in the only empty seat which happened to be next to me. We've seen each other a few times in the time she's been dating Gavi but not exchanged anything other than a few words. She never seems bothered by me being around its clear that she doesn't have any feelings towards me anymore like I do for her. I wish I could get over her the way she got over me but I can't because I know it's all my fault. 

"Hey congrats on your graduation I always knew you'd be super successful" I said talking to her for the for time since we broke up

"Thank you it's been hard work but completely worth it" she said

"How have you been by the way?" She asked 

"I've been good things have been good with the team I'm enjoying playing at Barcelona" I said avoiding the topic of my love life 

"How about you?" I asked 

"I've been great life has been treating me well I've got a good job lined up and Pablo has been helping me through everything thank you for not being weird about us being together I know you guys are friends and I promise it wasn't my intention to date one of your friends because I'd hate to get between you two" she said 

"It's ok I wouldn't want to get between anything if you guys like each other it's not my place to get in the way of that it's been long enough since we were together it doesn't matter anymore" I said 

"Still I appreciate how cool you've been with it all" she said getting back up to go and find Gavi

I thought talking to her would make me feel better and I could move on and let her and Gavi be happy while I find someone else but that didn't happen. It just made me wish I could be the one to celebrate all of these things with her I would've loved to have been there at her graduation or be one of the people she called about getting the job she wanted but I'm not that person to her anymore. She used call me first when she got grades back on any exam she took and now I don’t even make the list of people to tell at all and that hurts even if it is because of my actions. 

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A few years later 

The venue was filled with amazing decorations and people there to celebrate the special day the day that should be a happy one for everyone attending but not for me. Today is the day y/n and Gavi get married this date has been planned for months and I've been trying to ignore it hoping it would go away but here we are. Over the last few years their relationship has blossomed I secretly hoped that they wouldn't last but deep down I knew they were meant for each other. They've done everything together and if I wasn't still in love with y/n I'd admire their relationship and how perfect it is but I can't get over my feelings. 

I still remember the day Gavi announced that they were engaged, over our summer break they went away together and he proposed to her on a private beach during the sunrise with a beautiful ring and a bouquet of her favourite flowers. Everyone else was so happy for them but I just sat in the corner of the locker room thinking about how that could've been me and how I let her go. The wedding quickly became the talk of the locker room especially once a date was decided and invites were sent out it was supposed to be a perfect day and so far it has been. 

Soon enough everyone was seated and music began to play as everyone entered the venue at the end of the train y/n walked down the aisle with her dad. She looked like an angel her dress was pretty much moulded to her body and her makeup was just perfect. You could've told me she was a model and I would've beloved you she looked that amazing. She had a big smile on her face as she saw Gavi at the other end of the aisle with tears in his eyes which reminded me that I'm just here as a guest and she's not smiling at me. As the ceremony went on their smiles only got bigger and then it got to the part where they say their vows and there I wasn't a dry eye in the room. Most were crying because of how beautiful the words were but I was crying because I was thinking about what I would've said to her or what she would've said to me if it were us in this situation. 

Once the ceremony was over I had to find somewhere else to go to get myself together I thought I'd be ok and I would be over my feelings by now but I guess I'm not. If only I'd been brave enough to stay with her when I wanted to focus on football this could've been us. She could've moved to Barcelona with me and then she wouldn't have met Gavi that day in the cafe and who knows where we would've been. It doesn't matter what could've been because it's not going to happen it's time to accept that she will never be mine again and be happy for her and Gavi as they start a life together. 

[taempteng]

So, I finally finished 2ha.

I... have some thoughts.

Let's talk!

【 Story Review 】 The Husky & His White Cat Shizun

I started this story on the 30th of May through the manhua. When I caught up to the latest release, I switched to the novel. I binged the novel day and night, until finally ending the story on the 12th of June.

I want to clarify that I’ve only finished the main 311 chapters. I haven’t read the extra 39 chapters.

This review will only discuss my thoughts on the main story. I'll decide whether to talk about the extra chapters when I finish those in the future.

With that said, what is 2ha?

2ha is short for Dumb Husky and his White Cat Shizun. It came from the Mandarin title 《二哈和他的白猫师尊》 where 二哈 literally translates to “2 ha(s)”. It’s written by 肉包不吃肉 or “Meatbun Doesn’t Eat Meat”.

What’s the story about?

Well, it follows a man named Mo Ran. He’s a regressor and in his first life, he was the 踏仙君 or Celestial-Trampling Emperor. He was at the peak of the Cultivation World, a tyrant who ascended to godhood. However, at the age of 32, he poisoned himself and died.

But then, he wakes up! And he’s back to 16 years ago, before his life went to shit! The guy he likes is still alive, so are his sect members-

Oh, and his Shizun isn’t dead anymore, he supposed.

Either way, he swore to turn his fate around, ensure his crush doesn’t die in this life, and get back at everyone who had wronged him in his first life! Especially that darn Shizun who he hates the most!

Now that you know what the story is about, what is the story like?

2ha has your blueprint regression story beginning. Mo Ran dies bitterly in his first life, regresses, and swears to annihilate all his adversaries while aiming for a better future. That better future being ensuring his crush stays alive.

You must think that, because of the premise, Mo Ran will use the knowledge of his past life to team up with characters that can help with his goal, have intense scheming face-offs against his adversaries, and eventually find a way to overcome his crush’s death. Right?

Well, you would be wrong!

You see, the events in the second timeline unfurled much differently than the first. And when I said “differently”, I don’t mean “the main character did this, so the other characters did that”. No, I meant “the main character didn’t get to move an inch before something completely sidetracks”.

Usually in regression stories, the main character will narrate what happened in the first timeline and tell the audience how they will counter the events in this new life. In 2ha however, despite being told by Mo Ran about the events of the first timeline, what ended up happening in the current life was straight up different. So, Mo Ran was unprepared and had to deal with the situation differently.

It’s definitely a refresher to see Mo Ran being flustered by the change of events, especially when he’s not written to be a masterclass schemer. He’s not shounen-MC-dumb, but he’s clearly not Sherlock-Holmes-genius. It’s a good balance between being thrown off guard by the unfamiliar situation while also trying to adapt to the new scenario.

So if you had been put off by the idea of a stereotypical regression story, you can rest assured that 2ha subverts this trope. It’s packed with interesting twists and dramatic turns, while displaying compelling characters and rewarding developments. It’s a story that keeps you on the edge of your seat and always wanting to turn to the next chapter!

Since finishing the story, what did I think of the ending?

Obviously, as the finale, the final arc had to be the most dramatic. Many things happened that honestly had me restless and fearful. With how the plot was progressing, I thought the ending would be a downer.

By the final chapter, all I felt was peace and calm. Not the kind of “and they lived happily ever after”, but more of a “and everyone moved on with their lives”. It’s the kind of feeling when a disaster happened, but you got away with your life, so despite the depression, you still found a way to pick yourself up again and overcome the difficulty.

The final arc was one heck of a rollercoaster ride, but the ending was sweet enough that it makes you glad that everyone could live as happily as possible. In a way, it’s bittersweet, in that the bitter memories will now only bring a sweet fondness of bygone past and a hopeful future.

So for readers who don’t like sad/bad endings or open/ambiguous endings, you don’t have to worry as everyone in the story (or at least the important characters) gets some form of closure.

Overall, what are my thoughts on 2ha?

I personally think the story is amazing. It’s a long story, and there’s a lot of drama and angst. However, reaching the end after all the turmoil and agony, I think it’s worth the arduous read and late night binging.

For me, even if some characters are unbearable at the beginning or some times, they’re still ultimately interesting and endearing. Even with the characters I despise, I can understand why they act the way they do. I don’t like them and I certainly don’t suddenly like them just because they’re sympathetic, but the characters are distinct, convincing and not one-dimensional.

The plot progression is exciting but not spontaneous. Every event happened for a reason, and you won’t feel as if something occurred for the shock value. As the story progresses, the puzzle pieces will piece themselves, leaving you wide-eyed with realisation.

The story isn’t fast-paced, but it isn’t draggy either. It dwells on emotional scenes to bring out the rawest feelings, making you explore the minds of the characters. It also concludes each chapter with a hook, resolving one scene while making you curious for the next.

It is a story that captivates your attention while squeezing your heart where it hurts. Definitely a must-read if you’re an angst or drama lover! The ending is worth all the pain and anguish.

What is the moral of the story?

Some common themes I noticed in 2ha include loneliness, anger and resentment, and karma and revenge. There may be other themes, but these are the most prominent ones.

I’ll explore these themes more thoroughly in the future. For now, I want to talk about what we can take away from this story.

I think this line by Xue Meng in the final chapter perfectly encapsulates the overarching message of 2ha.

I’d love to discuss how this line summarises the lesson in the story, but that’ll require me to spoil a lot of important plot points. So instead, I’ll leave this conversation for another day. Now, we’ll move on to the final part of this review!

Any last words for anyone who wants to pick up 2ha?

A fair warning before you begin: You will hate Mo Ran at the start. His attitude towards Chu Wanning, his master and endgame, was very frustrating. Although there were sweet moments, the way he went straight for Shi Mei when he comes into view will probably make you tear your hair out.

Of course, it gets better as the story progresses, but if you don’t like seeing one side of the couple mistreating and misunderstanding the other side, then this story is not for you.

Not to mention, there are triggering themes discussed such as SA and cannibalism. If these topics make you uncomfortable, proceed with caution or reconsider starting the story.

2ha also touched upon subjects like misogyny, dehumanisation, hate campaigns — just a lot of heavy topics that may be distressing if you’re trying to read for fun and not to be reminded of reality.

With all that said, if you can handle a good dose of heartache, I highly recommend this story! It’s amazingly written (in my opinion) with lovable characters and an intriguing plot. I give 2ha 5 stars!

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be reading those extra chapters!

[echotoyou]

Serendipity: Jimin

Part of the I miss you Collection

pairing: best friend!park jimin x gn!reader

what's inside: work is overwhelming and you decide to get dinner with your long term friend park jimin. unfortunately for you both when he arrives to pick you up you are still working (and you may look like shit)

warnings: curse words, hugs, therapy breathing exercises, a bit of a breakdown, jimin is SUPER good at hugging

word count: 1564

a/n: this one kept wanting more words and Jimin would NOT let me go. I hope this helps anyone experiencing a tough start to your week! you got this and I believe in you :) so incredibly grateful for a beta read by @theharrowing!!! thank you for helping me improve my writing 🥹💛🪿 graphics with gratitude from @strangergraphics!

posted august 2024 (also on ao3)

“Hey, I’m here, are you ready for… wait are you still working?”

A voice floats in and out of the haze surrounding your work-addled brain. Specific words slam  into the front of your skull while others fade to the background. Somewhere in your subconscious it registers that you do, in fact, enjoy the company of the owner of the voice, however, it still takes a gentle touch on your shoulder to drag your attention away from your computer screen.

“Hello, earth to the workaholic, there will STILL be emails on MONDAY— oh wow, you look like shit.” 

Suddenly accompanied by a face, you clock the pink and cream stripes of a sweater, a mop of dirty blonde hair, and more than a little sass in the eyes of your upstairs neighbor Park Jimin. He had quickly become a permanent fixture in your life when you realized you both worked at the same office, and who you had definitely agreed to do dinner with tonight. Shit.

When Jimin first started at your office, you alternated following each other home for about three weeks before putting two and two together that it was not, in fact, stalking, and you lived in the same six story apartment building within walking distance from your office. After your joint awkward realization, the two of you began to walk to work together in the mornings and evenings, taking the bus whenever it was too cold or if either of you were running late. 

Sometimes when you had to go extra early into the office, he would stop by when he arrived to bring you your favorite sweet coffee or a pastry. You exchanged keys on your third friendaversary and often would show up unannounced in each other's apartments to make dinner and relax. He loved spending time with your cat almost more than you did, and you adored that his kitchen was always incredibly well-stocked with ingredients and equipment. 

As both of your careers developed, you ended up switching to a different team and he got promoted, causing you to suddenly spend less time together at work. You still managed to walk together to work most days, but you started staying later and later in the office, your job requirements seeming to skyrocket every week with no ceiling in sight. To add insult to injury, you were also having trouble adjusting to your new team, and no matter how many times you reaffirm your interest and desire in the work, it still feels unmanageable and overwhelming.

This Friday you had closed your laptop at the end of the work day with a snap, determined to walk home with Jimin and enjoy your night to the fullest. He looked up with surprise in his eyes when you arrived in his office and quickly broke out into the biggest smile you had seen in a while. He packed his things and you both took advantage of the daylight hours getting longer again, walking back to your apartment building in the glow of a delightful orange sky getting more purple by the minute as the sun snuck below the horizon. It was finally spring.

In the elevator, you agreed to meet up for a dinner out, both wanting to celebrate your first free night in a while. Unfortunately, as soon as you clicked the lock on your front door, a ping sounded from your phone. Your company had “encouraged” all employees to download a communication platform onto your personal devices, and that ping meant your supervisor had just tagged you in an assignment due Monday morning. Kicking off your work shoes, you sighed. You pulled out your computer, and opened up the message to see what needed to get done, promising yourself that you’d look for two minutes before hopping in the shower to get ready for your dinner.

Apparently that quick two minutes had not been two minutes if the expression on Jimin’s face meant anything. Your eyes, already red from a week with little sleep and long hours looking at your computer, redden and fill with tears as you meet his searching gaze. 

“Oh OH hey hey I’m sorry – I didn’t mean you look like shit like shit, uh, I meant ‘you look like shit’ like, the! shit! You look cute?” rambling, his fingers reach under your eyes, brushing away the tears that are starting to fall. 

“Ah shoot,” he murmurs, “Can I hug you?” You nod a slight yes and he quickly leans down to wrap his arms around your shoulders.

His arms feel warm and secure as he holds you and holds you and holds you. You squeeze him twice to signal that it’s okay, you’re okay, and he can pull away now. Rather, he somehow pulls you even closer. You feel the pent up exhaustion and stress bubble into tears which start flowing down your cheeks. The dampness transfers onto his lovely knit sweater that you vaguely recognize as the one you gifted him for the holidays last year.​​ 

You nestle your face deeper in the comforting softness and breathe in the scent that you know by now just as well as the homemade apple pie that filled your family house as a child. Warm, sweet, safe. 

Your arms tighten their grip as you let the recent endless days of late nights and early mornings wash over you. Your slow stream of tears quickens, your mind racing at the missed deadlines, the projects that are too big for your three-person team, and the always urgent after hours emails. You gasp for breath and open your mouth against his sweater in a not-so-silent silent scream. All throughout, he stays right where he started, supporting your lower back with one arm and head with the other, cupping the nape of your neck, his thumbs gently moving up and down in a soothing rhythm.  

Your open mouthed scream turns to full body sobs, shaking you from tip to toe as you cling onto Jimin for dear life. Your head begins to buzz with dehydration as your tears slow their fall, but the pain of the last few months continues to circle in your brain.

Desperate to stay in the moment, you concentrate on the places where you feel Jimin’s fingers on your skin, the light woody scent of his cologne that you helped him pick out, and the feeling of his chest moving… a little unnaturally under you? Your brain hyper focuses on the rise and fall of his chest under your cheek. He takes a deep inhale, holds the breath and then releases it in a long, slow exhale. The third time he does it, you count the beats between each breath and recognize it as something you learned in therapy. After a few more cycles, you join in. 

Inhale

Hold, 2, 3

Release, 2, 3, 4, 5. 

Inhale

Hold, 2, 3

Release, 2, 3, 4, 5. 

Your breathing begins to even and the buzz in your head manages to give you a brief respite. You pull your head from where it was buried in his armpit and rest your chin on his chest, looking up at the man. 

Jimin’s eyes meet yours and you can see tears swimming in his own. You exchange watery smiles and he breaks the silence. 

“Hi there,” his voice sounds uncertain but is accompanied by a small, sad smile pulled against his features. 

“Hi back at you,” your voice is rough with disuse and you almost laugh at the absurdity of how much it sounds like a garbage disposal. 

He smiles more fully this time and squeezes you for a second before releasing his side of the hug. He still keeps his arms around you in case you need more, but you do the same, squeeze tight once and then fully relax.

You feel him searching your eyes for information and open your mouth to respond before —

*ping*

You hear Jimin huff and you twist in his arms, turning in your chair to look at the screen. Moving to behind your chair, he drapes his arms over your chest and places his head on top of yours. 

“What on earth could be important at 7:30pm on a Friday night?” he complains, and huh. He’s right. You agree with him. The work will still be there at 8am on Monday when you arrive in the office and you are not obligated to give your precious free time away (unless, of course, you get paid overtime, which does not seem to exist in your industry). 

You take a deep breath, steadied by the warmth of Jimin’s arms that are still wrapped around your chest, and close your laptop. You tilt your head back, giving the man above you a soft smile and an embarrassingly bad wink before replying.

“Nothing as important as dinner with you.”

“Wow,” he extends the word as a smile creeps onto his face. “That was so incredibly cheesy. It’s a good thing I think you’re funny.” 

He pulls you out of your chair and gently pushes you toward your bedroom.

“Now please go shower so we can get going! I didn’t put on my favorite sweater to sit inside tonight!” 

You still feel a bit raw from your earlier outburst, but also somehow a little better. A tiny grin makes its way onto your face as you turn for the bathroom.

[yousaydisco]

Cooking/food headcanons for a few characters

(some of these I've put in various fics but there are some new ones)

Harry: Couldn't cook anything before the amnesia, but has taken up cooking as a new hobby. Took him a while to get good but he sincerely likes it. Has started to give homecooked meals/treats away as gifts, and is even okay at baking stuff. It took everyone else at the Precinct even longer to trust the food he makes though, but for a lot of them, it just took until seeing Kim eat his cooking without hesitation for them to want to try his stuff.

Kim: Like most cops, his diet is/was mainly takeout (a lot less takeout now that Harry cooks for him sometimes). He isn't good at cooking but can probably master a few basic recipes. He tries to pass himself off as a "food is just fuel for the body" type of guy and would eat anything when he's in public, but that is to hide that he's actually kind of a picky guy. There are very few foods that he hates enough to be able to force himself to eat, but he doesn't force himself when he's alone.

Judit: There are two ways to take it: if he husband is shitty, and if her husband is not. All depends on how you would interpret her line about "raising two kids and half a husband."

If her husband is shitty then she comes home and has to cook them all dinner, despite working a full shift as a patrol officer. She knows the best way to spice up the Hamburger Helper type meals, the kind that come in a box and are really easy to throw together. They might relay on takeout a little too often, but she's really tired and she also cares about her kids having enough to eat and not going hungry.

If "half a husband" refers to like, he's unemployed/a house husband and NOT shitty, then he would do the cooking. He's pretty good at it, and she loves coming home to hot food ready to be eaten immediately. When she has a day off she loves to take over in the kitchen for breakfast, wakes up the kids with cinnamon rolls as often as she can.

Jean: My headcanon for his background has changed a lot but generally I think he is a guy who is secretly REALLY GOOD at cooking. He grew up having to fend for himself (either just himself or possibly a whole mess of siblings with him as the oldest) and he's just a whiz in the kitchen. Has learned many family recipes from his grandparents who came to Revachol from Messina. If you tell him that he can't eat carbs there is a real risk he will kill you.

Cuno & Cunoesse: Cannot and should NEVER be trusted with a stove. Not only can they not cook but they will use the stove to melt plastic cups and burn paper. However: Cuno loves fried bologna sandwiches and Cunoesse loves lemon-flavored desserts.

Neither of them are picky kids, especially (and this happens in the story where Harry leaves Martinaise with the both of them and house them) for the first few months after being home with Harry. They didn't have access to good food all the time, and sometimes didn't consistently have access to food in general, so neither voiced any complaints about what they were given to eat. Slowly but surely Cuno felt comfortable enough to tell Harry that he doesn't like a few things, like mushrooms, but Cunoesse literally will eat and like anything. She will devour an entire pack of saltine crackers if you aren't watching her.

Overall Precinct: While a majority of them seem to live off of breakroom coffee, cigarettes, and the kebabs within walking distance, there is a secretary who liked to bring in donuts every Wednesday morning. It was pretty popular and they often didn't last an hour, but an Incident Happened and she transferred to a different wing. (No one wants to tell Harry and he's petrified that he did something really weird and made her uncomfortable enough to transfer, and in his worst moments he thinks about tracking the specific woman down to apologize but he's too scared of what she will say)

(he is actually the one who made her uncomfortable but it wasn't because he hit on her or made her feel unsafe in that way, it was actually him trying to be an Ultra-Feminist and went on a lecture that she didn't have to do all of this just because she was a woman and she is pigeonholing herself in an unnecessary caretaking position, and she got pissed off since she has been buying them donuts out of the kindness of her heart and he's turning it into a whole thing and making her feel dumb or something. So she transferred. No one wants to tell him because they're pissed off that he ruined their free donuts and they want him to feel bad.)

[onlyancunin]

Hey guys,

a little update on my situation with my ex if anyone's interested. Gonna be a doozy, but there's just so much in my head right now and I know there might be some worrying about me.

Or maybe I'll just spark a bit of confidence in someone else ✨

You know how you get a pizza, all excited, try it, and it's not good? Like it was fine at first and hey, you were hungry, but with each bite it progressively got worse. Do you stopped after a piece or two or three. And just tossed out the rest.

But it was enough to give you a severe food poisoning. So you spend a good portion of the next however many days throwing up and not being able to meet with friends and family because you're too sick. And you're so frustrated, because the pizza wasn't even that good, and you didn't eat that much, but you're still unable to function??

So yeah, I got severe emotional poisoning from relationship with my ex. But after we broke up I got nowhere to go, and he agreed to continue living together, so that I can move out once I secure money for deposit and whatnot.

Never go for that.

Last Sunday ex threw another jealous fit at me, making me unable to work for another 2 days - and then he was off to holiday with his friends (which couldn't come quick enough, I literally counted hours for him to leave). That left me and severely poisoned, but also gave me opportunity to collect myself and regroup a little away from him.

3 days later I had a new place and just today I got the keys.

Coincidentally my post about him about two months ago sparked a friendship with someone from here (Tumblr is a country okay). She kept me together through all that and let me tell you this was fucking tantalizing. It's surreal how things can change in such a short time. Having her as a friend truly opened my eyes as to what a relationship is NOT, seeing how someone who was just a stranger a few months ago, today cared for me more than he ever did.

I gave myself up for scraps of attention and believed when everyone around was telling me he is "one of the good guys". He came from nice, big family, with stable finances, nice group of friends. A noble job, a paramedic, which always impressed my sorry graphic design/IT developer ass. Like the only thing I'm saving is oceans from existing with the amount of shit that's being produced partly by my designs. So it felt good to be supportive of the good person and finally have a family, since I do not have one of my own.

Which is probably why I took the break-up so badly, even if I initiated it. I felt incredibly guilty for letting everyone around down. Everyone loved him. And I mean everyone. The only thing I ever aired I discussed with people outside of our common friends, and those were the people who told me something doesn't add up. And as I started following my gut feeling (and had a speedrun to breakup by hurting my knee and needing help where my ex completely dropped the ball), he started acting up. Suddenly setting boundaries with his family was me being jealous over him even having one, I just couldn't understand apparently how I'll never be the most important to him. Me asking him to be here for me when I'm having a hard time was met with "You're having a hard time EVERY DAY!".

Essentially I just ruined his family visits, his vacation with my knee injury, his days with my bad moods etc. But he ruined one too many Sundays for me.

So here I am, packing my sh#t and planning what goes where because I know I will be thoroughly exhausted after all things are moved, so I need to plan ahead.

And I still throw up emotionally, sobbing every 10 minutes, I don't even know why anymore. I just cry until I stop and then I continue prepping for move.

It's just a bad pizza.

[lord-aldhelm]

WIP Wednesday

No one tagged me this time and I almost forgot about this!! Another week, another tag game! Please share your last sentence; or, if you don’t have one, share a plot bunny or idea!

So for this WIP Wednesday, I am going to do something a little different! I am going to post the entire most recent chapter of my WIP. I really love how this turned out, and wanted to share the whole thing. It kind of works well as its own little standalone ficlet.

From my latest Aldflaed WIP (that does not have a title yet)

Background Context: This takes place in early Season 2. King Ceolwulf II has just passed away, and Lord Aethelred was installed as the new Lord of Mercia. He is taking charge of moving the household from the old capital of Tameworthig (Tamworth) to Aegelesburg (Aylesbury). Aldhelm has just been promoted to captain of the guard, and is having a hard time gaining the respect of his new subordinates...

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Chapter after the cut below:

Aldhelm left the peace and solitude of the forest, feeling energized and enlightened. But it was not to last. Before he even entered the castle gate, he heard shouting and the sounds of things breaking. He drew his sword and ran into the courtyard, expecting the worst, but to his dismay and somewhat relief found it was just the guards being rowdy. The previous captain had already been dismissed, given an early retirement and a gift of land in the western part of Mercia. In that short time, the guards were taking advantage of being leaderless, or so they thought. Many held horns of ale as they stood in the street, yelling and laughing, and some of them were even causing destruction to property. Others sparred recklessly in the sides of the courtyard, and some others were harassing women who were trying to go about their business. Apparently, they were bored and restless, having nothing to do as the castle was being packed up.

He had never known the guards to be so unruly before, but they seemed to be taking advantage of the change in leadership to relieve some stress. And also, quite clearly, to test him. Although he had already been acknowledged as their captain, and had made a point to introduce himself to them, they did not take him seriously. He needed to make a forceful impression on them so they knew he meant business. He was already used to the role of advisor and king’s right-hand man, but he had to adjust to his new role as captain of the guard.

He was a decent warrior, having been highly trained in skills of sword and shield, axe and spear. He mastered every skill given to him with ease, and was a fast learner; however, he detested fighting. He would much rather fight his battles with a quill than a sword. But Aldhelm had a special talent for battle tactics, and it made sense to have a strategist like him in the lead of the army. So, he accepted it without complaint. And now he needed to bring them in line, and he knew he only had the one chance or else they would never respect him as their captain. He sighed, realizing that his leisurely strolls in the woods were now a thing of the past, no matter where they lived. His life was going to get busier and more complicated than he anticipated.

He sheathed his sword and casually strode in through the front gate. The guards saw him enter but paid him no mind, and continued their raucous merrymaking. They were not at all threatened by the tall, lithe man with no real battle experience. He remained calm and complacent, which was difficult considering the circumstances. Were the guards so undisciplined that they could not go a day without their captain bearing down on them? That would need to change. He continued to saunter seemingly unbothered through the middle of the courtyard, glancing over the scene before him to pick out the worst offender. Without breaking his stride, he unsheathed his sword again, and smacked the loudest man with the broad side of his sword.

It might as well have been a honeybee stinging a boar; the man was much larger and heavier than him by nearly double, and built like a brown bear with thick corded muscles and a broad barrel chest. He had clearly seen many battles, and was covered in scars. The man turned around to confront his attacker, but when he saw Aldhelm, he gave pause. Aldhelm could see some semblance of thought forming behind the man’s dull grey eyes, and let him think about his next action before he continued. The battle-worn guard, rather than getting angry, started to laugh. The rest of the guard looked on, not knowing what to do, but eventually they joined in and laughed as well. Aldhelm smirked and tilted his head slightly, knowing he was the butt of the joke but let them have their little moment of jest.

“I seem to have interrupted quite a party here,” Aldhelm said, standing firm and confident in the face of real danger. As he spoke, the laughter stopped. “But it is time now for you to clean up this mess you have made.” He gestured broadly with the point of his sword to the broken bits of wood and other debris that littered the walkway in the courtyard. The burly man just laughed in his face, completely unbothered by the weaker man making unreasonable demands of him, and turned to walk away and continue his wanton destruction.

Aldhelm was undeterred. “Since you are all clearly bored, and in need of something to do, why don’t we have a training session.” His soft steady voice barely carried across the courtyard, but the big man heard him.

His head turned to once again face Aldhelm. “You? Train me?” His eyes darted up and down across Aldhelm. “What a joke.”

Aldhelm rested his blade against his shoulder in a cocksure manner. “You are right. It would not be a fair fight. I will ask one of the other guards to spar with me instead. Someone who will actually be a challenge for me.”

“Little twig, I don’t know how you ended up being the captain, but you had best go home now, unless you want me to snap you in half!” the burly man announced. When Aldhelm made no indication that he would leave, he continued. “Look, we all know that I should be the captain. I was second in command, and was promised a promotion. Now, why don’t you do us all a favor, and go back inside the castle, and tell the king that a mistake was made, and that Wulfstan is the new captain of the guard.”

A chilling smile spread across Aldhelm’s face as he unpinned his brooch. He removed his cloak and gently set it on a stone bench nearby, and picked up one of the shields that had been callously dropped on the ground. “You can certainly have the role of captain, if you defeat me in single combat.”

“Little lordling, I will not be held responsible for your death,” Wulfstan replied gruffly. “You want the title, fine, you can have it, in name only. But you step aside and let me lead the men in real battle.”

The smile vanished from Aldhelm’s face, and his fierce green eyes were set in a cold, hard, unwavering glare at Wulfstan. “Draw your sword and face me. I will not ask again.”

Wulfstan decided to humor him. He nonchalantly picked up his shield, and pulled his short-sword from the scabbard. He had no time to react before Aldhelm struck without warning, raining powerful blows onto his shield. Wulfstan was shocked at how strong he was; he was taken off balance and pushed backwards before he was able to stabilize and defend himself properly. He managed to get an offensive swing at Aldhelm but made no contact; Aldhelm had anticipated the move and leapt backwards, leaving Wulfstan to swing at empty air. Aldhelm charged forward again, and made contact with Wulfstan’s armor, leaving deep cuts in his leather bracer and severing a few links of chainmail on his left arm. Wulfstan realized that Aldhelm meant business, and began to take the fight seriously. If the scrawny man died, so be it. He had an entire army as witness of his attack, and would be justified.

Wulfstan charged at Aldhelm, sword held high, and swung hard at his head. But as before, he never made contact; Aldhelm was far too fast for him, and had already leaned backwards, avoiding the blow. In response, Aldhelm circled around to his right side and struck again, and managed to get a slice into his right shoulder pad. Wulfstan swung his sword out at him, but again, Aldhelm had already leapt back, avoiding the sword. By this point, the rest of the guard had already formed a square around the dueling pair, and were watching intently. They could not believe that a skinny weakling was able to fight the man they thought of as their best warrior. They watched with baited breath, hoping that Wulfstan would put an end to the silly battle, and retain his honor. But as the duel continued, they realized that their leader was actually being bested by him, to their disbelief.

Aldhelm seemed to anticipate the advances of Wulfstan with eerie accuracy, and always managed to avoid his blows. It was like he could see into the future. But what they didn’t know is that Aldhelm had spent many hours watching the guards spar in the courtyard and training grounds, and knew all of Wulfstan’s typical moves. What they also did not know was that Aldhelm was formally trained by Ceadda, the previous captain. He had also received combat training during his time in Rome, and was deceptively strong for his stature. People tended to underestimate Aldhelm, which he used to his advantage, and this time was no different.

Wulfstan was starting to escalate, while Aldhelm stayed calm and composed. In his fury, Wulfstan charged at Aldhelm and their blades met with a loud metallic clang. The bigger man pressed down on Aldhelm, and his blade snaked along Aldhelm’s down to the hilt. At that moment, Aldhelm raised his shield and hit Wulfstan hard with the edge of it, straight into his temple. The burly man stumbled backward, dropping his own shield in the process. Blood ran down his face and into his eye, temporarily blinding him on one side. While he was stunned, Aldhelm rammed hard into him, knocking him down onto the ground. As Wulfstan’s blurred vision came into focus, he saw Aldhelm standing over him, his sword pointed at his chest.

“Do you yield?” Aldhelm said softly. The burly man raised his hands, and nodded. Aldhelm withdrew his sword, and as he did, Wulfstan staggered to his feet. His angry glare met Aldhelm’s cool one. He could not believe this willowy man defeated him at swordfighting. The rest of the guard started shouting epithets at Aldhelm, briefly drawing his attention to them. He half expected one of the other guards to charge at him in defense of their fallen leader. However, it was Wulfstan who made the next move. He drew his seax, and while Aldhelm was distracted, charged at him full force. Aldhelm saw the movement in his peripheral field of vision, and reacted quickly. At the last second Aldhelm raised his shield, blocking the attack. The seax was plunged deep into the shield, splitting it, and almost making contact with his face. He rotated his arm so that the blade was deflected away from his face, but in the process, it had grazed him just to the side of his right eye.

Aldhelm put his full force into his shield, twisting it and forcing it away from himself and into Wulfstan. The seax, still embedded in the broken shield, was wrenched from Wulfstan’s hand and tossed onto the ground. Wulfstan grabbed the shield fragment from the ground, and struggled to pry the seax loose, holding the shield with his right hand and using his left to free the blade. Before Wulfstan could use it, Aldhelm had raised his sword and struck the unarmed man with a devastating blow that penetrated a weak point in his armor just below the elbow of his left arm. A major artery had been severed, and blood gushed out of the wound. Wulfstan dropped the seax and fell to his knees, his right hand squeezing his left elbow to stop the bleeding. Aldhelm swung his sword swiftly around to point directly at his throat, and once again, calmly asked, “Do you yield?” Wulfstan’s eyes were wide with pain and fear, and he relented this time.

“Yes, Lord,” he said weakly, shaking uncontrollably. He was starting to lose a lot of blood, and would surely die. Aldhelm sheathed his sword and grabbed his cloak, using it to place a tourniquet on Wulfstan’s injured arm.

He stood and glanced at one of the horrified guards still standing in a square. “You,” he said, making eye contact with one, “bring me something to cauterize this wound.” When he didn’t move, Aldhelm emphasized, “Now!” and the young guard ran off to the nearby blacksmith, and returned with a metal bar, still red hot at the tip. Aldhelm removed the cloak and pressed the glowing end of the bar into the wound. The big man screamed in pain, and the acrid smell of burning flesh and smoke filled the air. But, the bleeding was stopped. Aldhelm rewrapped his elbow with a clean section of the cloak. He ordered another guard to notify the priests, who would be needed to tend to his wounds and nurse him back to health after his severe injury.

Once Wulfstan was carried away by the priests to recover, Aldhelm addressed the rest of the guard. “Does anyone else wish to challenge me?” No one said a single word. They were shocked and impressed by not only how deceptively strong a fighter he was, but by the mercy he showed Wulfstan. Wulfstan had committed treason, humiliated his master, and attempted to murder the new captain. He should have been executed on the spot for his crimes, or allowed to bleed to death where he lay. But Aldhelm showed him compassion, and tended to his wounds instead, saving his life. They all looked at their new captain with awe and reverence, and knew that this man was someone they would follow to the ends of the earth.

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Skz pack: In an alpha's care

Author's Note: Special thanks to @leviackermanscleaningbuddy for their series and its influence on me writing my own. As well as, for the kind words given to me. Also, this is just the introduction to Jeongin and the reader's relationship. Slowly the rest of skz will be introduced. This is hurt/comfort driven. The attached photo is Jeongin's current look. Lastly, italics are thoughts.

Warnings: Mentions of bad family, animals passing away, sickness, and cuddling.

Word Count: 2,337

You had moved to the furthest place you could think of from your old life. You wanted to live away from home the rest of your life. Leaving behind nothing but a dead last name, rebranding into someone new you decided upon a new last name legally changing it. 

You worked at the nearest animal shelter. It was traumatizing seeing animals pass. However, the smiles on families faces when they leave with an animal makes up for it. Plus, you get to engage with animals most the day. Not really having to talk to people much because your coworkers knew more than you. Also, not many people respected omegas enough to think you knew anything.

You appreciated your coworkers taking the lead role, not wanting to talk anyways. You just went to work, went home, showered, and ate dinner. That was, essentially, your routine with the occasional drink or blunt in between. Until you decided you should probably find a hobby since you couldn’t find a pack.

That is how you ended up in piano lessons with a very handsome teacher. The one thing you had from your old life is a grand piano your grandparents left you when they passed. Your grandfather would play it for his pack all the time. They found it very beautiful.

You listened to the one recording of the song you have on vhs constantly. It was the one good memory you couldn’t let go of. “Hey y/n...?” Your piano teacher took you out of your trance.

“Oh, I’m so sorry... I will try to pay better attention.” You catch his gaze before focusing on his hands. His fingers were gorgeous. Perfect length, nice veins, silver rings, not a scar in sight. He was gorgeous anyways: blonde hair, cute glasses, natural blush, dimples, perfect eyebrows and smells nice – like red wine.

“Did you want to try again with the basic scale?” He asks softly as you sit in the University Music building. The faint noise of someone playing a guitar somewhere filling the silence even if only temporarily. 

“Sure Jeon...” Not remembering his name because you were star-struck when you met him for the first time earlier. Not expecting the instructor to be so young or handsome.

“It’s Jeongin and go ahead. I will be here cheering you on.” He jokes brushing his hair back some to fix it letting it fall perfectly around the sides of his face.

“I’m sorry; I will remember next time.” You mumbled, embarrassed but played the scale perfectly with each hand individually.

“Ahh now try to play them at the same time.” He suggested. You seem to have gotten the basic part down for today at least. 

You try, stumbling slightly not understanding what made it so difficult. In theory it was easy, you were overthinking it a lot. Press down the pinky of one hand and the thumb of the other at the same time? Difficult when under pressure. 

Jeongin’s first nature was to try and comfort you; his alpha pheromones filling the air around you both; he wanted to see you succeed. His inner wolf wanted to protect you, but he simply thought to be supportive. 

You calmed down before trying it again, slowly managing to achieve the right sound. Jeongin smiled and gave small claps. “Yay congratulations Y/N! Okay so until next time practice playing with both hands, okay?” You give a small nod before thanking him for this session.

Jeongin and you had sessions every Thursday at 4 pm. Apparently, he got out of class at 3:30, so it was a perfect suggestion from you. He found your sessions comforting, and he also found you very pretty. 

After your fourth session, you got sick. You let Jeongin know through text the details, so he wouldn’t wonder where you were today.

[y/n: Hey Jeongin. I am feeling sick today and cannot make it out of bed beyond the bathroom. I don’t think we can have our session today.]

Jeongin was in class when you messaged him. About 30 minutes later he responded, he, and his wolf, was at an unease with your health being less than normal.

[Jeongin: Oh no. Can I bring you some soup or anything?]

[Y/N: If you want to, I wouldn’t mind having some assistance.]

After sending him your address you relax into bed further, you had no intention of falling asleep. That is what occurred though as his knocks woke you up. You grumbled “Coming!” as you got out of bed. You wrapped yourself in a blanket and walked to the front door, opening it slowly to reveal a distressed Jeongin.

“Hi Y/N, how are you feeling now?” He asks. You step aside to let him in and nod slowly. “I still feel frail.” You barely had the energy to hold your blanket around your body. Noticing your struggle and that you hadn’t even closed the door yet, Jeongin closed and locked the door leading you to your couch to sit down. 

He sat his book bag on the ground and grabbed the soup and medicine out of it. “I will warm this up right quick. Be right back.” Just like that he was gone to the kitchen.

You were chilly but also sweating without realizing it. Shivering as you waited for him to come back, you looked straight forward with nothing at all on your mind. You were serene shockingly enough because his smell has become one of comfort. He has never wronged you or seemed to raise any alarms to your wolf.

When he returned, he sat down beside you to feed you some of the soup. Noticing you were shaking he reached in his bag pulling out a hoodie. “Did you want to wear this?” His voice was soft as he held it out for you to see.

You simply nod and try to stand to pull the cover down that was wrapped around you. Slowly you begin to fall while Jeongin, surprisingly quick, stands to catch you. As you fell into his chest, he couldn’t help but to wrap his arms around you.

“I didn’t know you were this fragile. Are you sure you want to be alone tonight?” He watches you to see if you say anything leaning his head to get a good view.

“I- I didn’t even remember what a hug felt like…” You whisper as he rubs your back softly. He never learned much about your past during the piano sessions, only your present life. He wasn’t even sure how to respond.

“It feels nice to be held.” You admit, practically melting into his arms. He was happy you were comfortable, but he did want you to at least eat something. Feeling satisfied and warm, you both sat on the couch with you on Jeongin’s lap. He fed you some of the soup he bought.

“My hyung made this for you. I told him you meant a lot to me…”

As your brain functionality was coming back to you, you nodded at his words slowly taking them in. Jeongin meant a lot to you too. He was your only friend in this small, well-connected town. 

“I was wondering if I could take you on a date Y/N?” He asked. He must have thought very thoroughly about this considering you look like the bottom of someone’s shoe right now.

“Yes if you’re sure that is what you want.”

“It really is. You have no idea.” He began to feed you the rest of the soup and water he received from your fridge. You had to admit that your wolf took kindly to being taken care of by an alpha. Never had an alpha shown you any affection that wasn’t one-sided. 

“Thank you for helping me, Jeongin. Tell your hyung I said thank you for the soup as well. It was very good.” You slid into the hoodie Jeongin gave you and wrapped back up to lay across the couch.

“Did you take the medicine I gave you?” He asks, holding it out to you in case you haven't. You lift your head slightly and take the medicine before slumping back down. 

“I’m going to stay here tonight if you don’t mind. I want to make sure you’re okay. I will sleep on the couch and make sure you get back in your bed safely.” You nod, having no will to disagree. His smell could probably do some good with discouraging advances from alphas. 

He watched you from a distance as you fought your sleep; he had pulled out his homework as he sat in your living room chair. He was typing his paper slowly. Every few moments he’d become distracted by watching you even after you had fallen asleep.

He played some soft lo-fi music for you knowing you mentioned that you slept with sounds in the background. He wanted you to be comfortable, and he could admit you looked adorable in his hoodie. He had tied you up like a laundry bag as he normally did to himself when he wore hoodies. 

Later that day you woke up to him standing at the door with someone giving him a bag. “Are you sure you want to spend the night here?” The man at the door asks Jeongin. He was really handsome; he appeared to be blonde as well. 

“Yea. I’ll see you tomorrow Chan-hyung. Nothing will happen if I sleep out for one night.”

The man, apparently named Chan, nodded even though he didn’t seem convinced. He said his goodbyes after assuring that he would see Jeongin tomorrow. When Jeongin turned around, he was shocked to find you sitting up. It was now 9 o clock meaning you probably slept close to three hours.

“Hi y/n. I’m sorry to invite people to your house; I just needed pajamas from my house and some other things.” You shook your head. You didn’t mind him telling one person where you lived. He was trust-worthy, and it had been close to a month of you knowing each other.

“I don’t mind… I wanted to ask a favor.” You mumble, face red in embarrassment at this point.

“Sure, go ahead”

“Can you sleep with me tonight?” His eyes widened at your question “That is if you’re comfortable doing so.” You almost back tracked immediately. Am I moving too fast? Is he not a physical person after all? How could you be so stupid?

“S-sure” He stuttered out. You had slowly gotten ready for bed. Jeongin checked on you the whole time you were taking a shower. He sat on the floor as you showered. You had undressed and got in before telling him it was okay to enter. The shower curtain hid you well. He had warmed your towel for you in the towel warmer you acquired while in the states. 

“I am done Jeongin. Could you pass me my towel please?” He handed it to you, so you could wrap yourself up. You looked adorable to him in this small state. You looked up at him before stepping out the tub; he led you to your room. 

“I am going to go shower while you get dressed, okay?”

“Okay please don’t be long. Maybe we can watch something?” He smiles and nods before going into the bathroom with his bag. You dry off and moisturize your body before putting on a tank top, underwear, and shorts. You sipped on the water Jeongin got you as you sat against the headboard. 

You never understood emotions, and you honestly still don’t even if you had them for Jeongin. You just want it to never end in a way. You want to feel safe and cared for forever. You stared at the ceiling as you thought of your grandparents. They always seemed so happy; they were a satisfied couple. You want that.

Finally letting go of some of the anger you feel. It feels relieving. Jeongin returned in fifteen minutes to you playing a phone game. He was wearing shorts and a long sleeve shirt. He slowly sat in bed next to you. He didn’t want to move too fast for your comfortability.

“Your shorts are nice” You compliment him. He covers his face lightly as he returns the compliment. “Yours are nice too. I like the white rim.”

You laugh softly lying-in bed cutting on the television. “What do you want to watch?” you ask to be considerate. He hums “We could watch that new drama show everyone has been raving about.” 

You give him the remote to turn to it. You cut the lamp off after, and he turns the show on getting comfortable next to you. Still not touching you but close enough you could feel the heat his body gave off.

Should I even ask him to cuddle? What if he denies me? Does he think something is off about me? Your worrying gave off an awful scent of dead cherry blossoms causing Jeongin to be alerted of you.

“Is something bothering you?” He asks, trying to remain calm as possible. He wanted to hold you and tell you everything would be okay. He knew from your stories and reactions you were lonely and lost trying to find yourself in a world that seemed all too big.

“I- I just would like to be cuddled if that isn’t too much to ask?” He held you, wrapping his arms around you as you rested between his legs. You leaned into his hold becoming immediately relaxed - drunk off of his scent. He was what you longed for, what you needed, what you deserved. 

You both watched the show not wanting to sleep yet. It was peaceful to just exist with someone. Slight comments were made here and there about the choices of the characters. 

Halfway through the show, you could feel his stare from above you. You stared back into his eyes as he whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

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Peter Frampton – The Met – Philadelphia, PA – September 19, 2024

When you have recorded what could arguably be called the most iconic live album in rock history, you really have to bring it when you hit the concert stage. Considering that Frampton Comes Alive is now 48 years old, and in recent years, the singer/guitarist has been plagued by physical issues, you would be forgiven for assuming that Peter Frampton may have lost a step.

You would be wrong.

Oh, sure, due to his dealing with inclusion body myositis (IBM) – an autoimmune disease that affects his muscles, particularly his legs, but also his fingers – the once spry rock guitarist had to come on stage with a cane and had to sit through the complete set. (Frampton’s band also sat throughout the show, in solidarity with their leader.)

However, even if he isn’t physically up to doing some of the heavy lifting that he once did as a performer, his talent as an artist has barely dimmed. His vocals are still as crystal clear and ringing as they ever were. And despite the slight lack of strength in his fingers, his guitar work was still spot on. (In an interview about his condition, Frampton acknowledged that while he may not always have the raw power he once had, luckily his fingers still know what to do.)

If you closed your eyes and just listened to the music, you’d think you were back in the 1970s.

Also, his personality as a host and showman is still top notch, with Frampton regularly engaging the audience, good-heartedly joking about his condition and showing his determination to beat it. You could tell from his upbeat stage presence why the tour is named “The Positively Thankful Tour.”

He was particularly engaged because he said that Philadelphia has always been a favorite tour stop for him, ever since he played in front of the largest crowd of his career at the old JFK Stadium – a double bill of Frampton and Yes performed for a packed audience of 120,000 Philadelphians in June of 1976.

The crowd at The Met on this night may have been a bit smaller (the 3,500-seat venue seemed pretty full), but they were no less enthusiastic.

Frampton set things off on a good foot with a sizzle reel of vintage Frampton video, followed by his early jangle-rock slammer “Day in the Sun.” He followed this up with rocking versions of slightly lesser-known fan favorites such as “Lying,” “Lines on My Face” and a version of his Humble Pie song “Shine On.”

It didn’t take all that long for the hits to come out, though, as the crowd went wild when Frampton said, “All right, take it away, boys” and started playing the iconic acoustic chords and talk-box opening of his first huge hit, “Show Me the Way.” This led to a group of sweet ballads, with the folk-reggae tinged “The Crying Clown” and the short instrumental “Nassau” leading into another one of his biggest hits, the gorgeous love song “Baby I Love Your Way.”

He followed it up with a surprisingly shredding instrumental cover of Ray Charles’ classic “Georgia On My Mind,” a sweet ballad which took on a new toughness in this power chord-based reinterpretation. Later in the show, Frampton and his band did a similar, mostly instrumental reinvention of Soundgarden’s power ballad “Black Hole Sun,” which also rocked like a mother. (On this second one, Frampton used his talk box to sing the final chorus.)

Another huge ballad from his past – and one that had been sidelined for a long time – was “I’m In You.” “I don’t usually do this one. I haven’t done it in many years,” Frampton explained, “but it actually was the biggest hit I ever had.” It’s a shame that Frampton has avoided this stunning ballad, although I sort of get the fact that he may have complicated feelings about it. His record label at the time pressured him to follow up Frampton Comes Alive before he was ready and while this song may have been huge, the album it accompanied was considered a disappointment and stopped the forward momentum of his superstardom. Still, it was nice to hear the song again.

Then he closed out the main set with a slamming 17-minute version of his rock classic “Do You Feel Like We Do.”

For the encore, he returned to the Humble Pie playbook for with “Four Day Creep” – on which he allowed his band to take the lead – and “I Don’t Need No Doctor.” Then he closed out on a fun, light-hearted cover of The Dave Clark Five’s “Glad All Over.”

Frampton played and sang for about two-and-a-half hours, and it still felt way too short. (Some dude in the men’s room after the show claimed that Frampton had played 45 minutes longer than on any other stop this tour, but who knows who that guy was and how he would possibly know this. The setlist seemed to be pretty consistent with the other shows.)

Either way, it’s good to see that almost five decades later, Frampton still comes alive.

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[aishangotome]

Main Story Chapter 16-03: Before the Storm (暴雨來臨前) | Light  and Night 光與夜之戀

Chapter 16-01

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The TV news was reporting the latest developments in the Sun Taizhong case. The investigation had revealed that his father had also been a doctor who had mistakenly administered the wrong medication during an emergency, resulting in the death of a patient who could have been saved.

A familiar name, a familiar case. A little over a month ago, I was also part of this case, following Jesse through crime scenes and the Lianshan Society, searching for clues and evidence.

Life suddenly took a turn, and things that were once far away from me became my daily routine.

During those days, I often had a premonition that I would say goodbye to my peaceful life.

However, after that day, such a life suddenly stopped. The situation developed beyond imagination. Tangyuan and I made a three-chapter agreement that I would no longer participate, but he promised to inform me of any progress as soon as possible.

My life returned to what it was before, going to work and coming home, a two-point line. It was like having a very long dream, and I accidentally overslept but still woke up. I don't know if this is considered lucky or not.

Buzzing... After washing up, I was about to go to bed when WeChat messages suddenly started popping up non-stop.

I unlocked my phone and saw that Mao Ge had pulled me into a gossip group. Messages were popping up one after another, and I couldn't even finish reading them.

Mao Ge: Don't sleep, everyone! Wake up, wake up! Big gossip!

Li Manman: It's 1:30 in the morning, dude. Don't you have work tomorrow?

Hao Shuai: I'm listening, I'm listening. I just finished working out and got home, just in time for the gossip.

Mao Ge: If it was just ordinary gossip, would I wake you guys up? This is a big deal that concerns our future!

Mao Ge: Highlight! Key point!

Mao Ge: You are not allowed to spread what I'm about to say. I'm risking my life to create this group, and I'll disband it after I'm done.

Mao Ge: Have you heard of our company's employee committee?

You: What is that?

Mao Ge: Simply put, it's an official organization between the employees and the management.

Mao Ge: It's composed of primary employees and supervises things like the company infringing on employee rights.

Mao Ge: The employee committee at Wan Zhen also has 1.5 votes to participate in the board of directors.

Li Manman: What is all this about? Please double the speed, you're making me even sleepier.

Mao Ge: The key point is coming. Your friend, me, is a member of the employee committee. Keep it low-key.

Hao Shuai: Damn, when did you become an official? How come I didn't know?!

Mao Ge: When you were slacking off.

Mao Ge: You guys know I've been stuck as a junior designer for five years.

Mao Ge: How many five years can a person waste? I have to find a way out for myself.

Hao Shuai: You could just lie down like me, so comfortable. Happiness is the most important thing, we're not living for the company.

Mao Ge: You have a way out, you can always go back home and inherit the factory.

Mao Ge: I don't, and the rent, internet fees, water, and electricity bills are teaching me a lesson every second.

Mao Ge: I regret wasting those years before, now the gap between me and Jiang Lai is so big.

Mao Ge: Getting off topic, getting off topic. Anyway, the point is, Wan Zhen's top management is going to have a reshuffle.

Hao Shuai: A battle of the gods, this will be interesting to watch. Are you guys betting? I'll bet a month's worth of lunch.

Mao Ge: You're stupid, a battle of the gods will harm the common people. The results of the reshuffle are closely related to our future.

Li Manman: Exactly, you're stupid!

Li Manman: The PR department's overhaul is right in front of us, I don't want to pack up and leave, or be transferred to some marginal position.

Mao Ge: As you know, the chairman's position is definitely unshakeable, but this time, the vice chairman, it's worth watching.

Mao Ge: According to unreliable sources, the new PR director has a strong background, and he recommended Mr. Evan to run for vice chairman.

Hao Shuai: Who was the original vice chairman?

Li Manman: I seriously suspect you left your brain at the gym, it's Lu Ting, of course.

Mao Ge: Originally, there was no suspense about the vice chairman position, but now with Mr. Evan joining, wow, it's a stimulating battlefield!

Li Manman: You say that and I suddenly feel energized! So we get to see a real business war?

Mao Ge: A real business war is actually quite boring, it's all about secretly stealing votes, hiring marketing accounts, and stuff like that.

Mao Ge: The key point I want to say today is that in the next two months, we all need to be careful with our words and actions.

Li Manman: ?

Mao Ge: Did you know that Mr. Evan's current approval rating is not as high as Lu Ting's?

Hao Shuai: Mao Ge, it's a pity you're not a spy.

Mao Ge: You flatter me, I actually analyzed it from three aspects: rumors, micro-expressions, and human nature.

Li Manman: No mutual flattery, get to the point.

Mao Ge: Listen to my analysis.

Mao Ge: Mr. Evan has only been here for a short year, and many employees don't really know him, and Pristine had some problems before.

Mao Ge: Although they made a comeback, the process was still very thrilling.

Mao Ge: As employees, we definitely want to see the company stable, so that our jobs can be stable.

Mao Ge: Besides, Lu Ting has been running the company for many years, and he definitely has more people on his side than Mr. Evan. Doesn't it make perfect sense?

Mao Ge: So if we want Mr. Evan to win, the design center must not have any problems in these two months.

Mao Ge: And it's best to achieve some results.

Mao Ge: After all, before Director Qi left, he handed over the design center to Mr. Evan, and we're all in the same boat with him now.

Li Manman: I understand what you mean. You're saying that if we're caught making mistakes, it's inevitable that they'll use it against Mr. Evan.

Li Manman: Even if we don't make mistakes, they might deliberately find fault with us.

Mao Ge: Exactly!

Li Manman: Hao Shuai, did you hear that? Shut up starting tomorrow.

Hao Shuai: Why are you blaming me again? I'll just eavesdrop less in the bathroom.

Mao Ge: The committee will start investigating their reputation among the employees tomorrow and calculate their support rates. Be careful.

Li Manman: Don't worry about my mouth. But why isn't Jiang Lai in the group? We need to tell her too, should I add her?

Mao Ge: No, no, no! She's on a business trip, she's a light sleeper, and if she's woken up, she won't be in good spirits. I'll tell her in the morning.

Li Manman: Why did I have to open my mouth? You continue, you continue.

Li Manman: Especially you, Y/N, you need to be even more careful.

You: Me?

Mao Ge: Yes, you're now the head of Pristine and you've been promoted to intermediate designer.

Mao Ge: The whole company is watching you.

Mao Ge: Have you forgotten that when the director left, the company forum said you were originally Mr. Evan's spy planted next to the director?

Mao Ge: The director left, and you naturally took over.

Li Manman: That was really absurd, and quite a few people actually believed it.

Li Manman: They said you and Mr. Evan had an unspeakable relationship. As expected, the more absurd the gossip, the faster it spreads.

Li Manman: Although our Group A is harmonious, it may not be the case for the entire company.

Li Manman: As long as you're in the workplace, it's inevitable to encounter villains, so it's better to be careful.

You: Hmm, I understand, thank you Manman.

Li Manman: Hao Shuai, why aren't you saying anything?

Hao Shuai: Actually, I'm seriously thinking about something.

Mao Ge: The only thing you think about every day is how to maximize your slacking off at work.

Hao Shuai: I'm more motivated now, aren't I?

Hao Shuai: I'm thinking, the employee committee must need a mascot, right? What do you guys think, how about me?

Mao Ge: ...

Li Manman: My phone is out of battery, goodbye.

Mao Ge: I have been kicked out of this group by myself, 886.

Hao Shuai: Hey, don't leave! Isn't my appearance enough to be the face of the committee? What do you think, Y/N?

You: Oh, I'm suddenly so sleepy. I have to work tomorrow, everyone get some rest!

To escape Hao Shuai's bombardment, we all quickly exited the group chat, leaving the biggest stage to him.

After the interlude, the night returned to silence, and I turned off my phone and lay back on the bed.

It was already past one in the morning, and it should have been the time when I was most sleepy.

However, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

The human body is sometimes strange. The more you crave sleep, the more awake your consciousness becomes, and your mind even replays the scenes before bed.

I don't know if it's because my emotions were fluctuating just now, disrupting my biological clock, or if what they said made me toss and turn in bed.

I wonder what Evan is doing now? Is he preparing for the election? Is he confident, or is he actually very nervous?

I think he must be nervous. Climbing up is never easy. The higher you go, the more difficult it becomes. People standing on the top of the mountain take big steps, and falling down is actually the norm.

So, besides what Mao Ge said, what else can I do for him?

However, after thinking for a long time, there seems to be nothing else I can do except try my best to do a good job with Pristine.

I know in my heart that this matter is beyond my capabilities. Even if I got promoted, I'm just a designer.

The gap between us is too big. From the moment we met, he has always been the one extending a helping hand to me, without exception.

Even when he said he wouldn't help me anymore, he still helped me a lot unknowingly.

Not only do I rely on him everywhere, but I've also brought him unexpected trouble. I don't even know why he has always helped me unconditionally.

Now rumors are flying around the company, and Lu Ting seems to be paying extra attention to me for various reasons. Any action I take might put Evan in a passive position.

And I can't help but feel his distance. Sometimes he even looks at me with a strange look, maybe he doesn't even realize it. He won't take the initiative to confide his worries and troubles to me.

Thinking of this, I feel even more depressed. The faint light in the corner makes the night seem endless. I kick off the quilt, get out of bed, and turn off the night light.

While squatting on the ground, I suddenly remember that I bought this lamp because of Evan.

Once, during a chat, he said that he felt his eyesight at night seemed to be getting worse, and he had accidentally bumped into the edge of the bed a few times when getting up in the middle of the night.

I laughed and said that he must have eaten too few carrots and lacked vitamin A, but I secretly went to the shopping website to search for night lights.

Most night lights are simple squares or circles, but this one is different. It's shaped like a blue Doraemon, which is rare. I immediately bought it.

I bought two, keeping the other one for myself.

I still remember his surprise when he received it, the helpless expression on his face, as if he wanted to laugh but held back.

In the end, he still accepted it with a smile and sent me several photos of it in use that night. The feeling at that time filled my heart once again, and I couldn't help but lightly tap Doraemon's red nose.

You: If you worried less about me, would you have less trouble?

The night light didn't understand my question and continued to emit a soft, gentle light.

I made a quiet decision in my heart.

I'll stay away from him for now. This time, let Y/N protect Doraemon.

In the end, I didn't turn off the night light. I tossed and turned in bed and fell asleep in a daze, almost missing my alarm the next day.

-

I barely made it to work on time. As soon as I sat down, before I could even catch my breath, bam - Manman placed a large cardboard box in front of me.

Li Manman: The second batch of samples, the factory sent them over early this morning. Take a look, and if there are no problems, I'll place the order.

Li Manman: Also, purchasing said there's a logistics issue with the acetate fabric you ordered last time, so the delivery will be delayed.

You: Did they say when it will arrive?

Manman quickly flipped through her notes and checked them twice before handing them to me.

Li Manman: Ten days.

You: Ten days? The factory can't wait that long, otherwise, the following orders will pile up.

Li Manman: There's another option. Purchasing recommends using acetate nylon stretch fabric.

Li Manman: It has 10% more luster than the plain weave we ordered.

You: What about the price?

Li Manman: That's the problem. It's more expensive, double the price per meter.

You: That means the cost of each dress would increase by at least 40 yuan, not even considering wastage.

You: 10% more luster does look better, but how much of the cost increase can we absorb?

Li Manman: The current profit margin for this dress is 90 yuan. If the cost increases by 40, we can't absorb it all.

Li Manman: We'll inevitably have to raise the price a bit.

You: Pristine is a budget brand, our target audience prioritizes value for money.

You: It's not appropriate to raise the price just for a 10% improvement in luster.

Li Manman: Agreed. So we'll wait for the fabric?

You: Let's have the factory start on the T-shirt design first. It's simpler and the estimated production time is also around 8 days.

Li Manman: That's right, you're so smart. I'll go talk to them, and you remember to check the samples.

She patted the box and was about to return to her seat when she suddenly leaned in and looked me up and down.

Li Manman: You didn't sleep well last night, did you? Me neither!

Li Manman: It's all Mao Ge's fault, talking about business wars before bed. My head was filled with images of the two CEOs fighting.

Mao Ge: You're lucky. I had a nightmare about being fired and not being able to pay my mortgage.

Hao Shuai: Isn't the loan on your small house in the suburbs almost paid off?

Hao Shuai: Speaking of which, you've been overly frugal lately, not even drinking milk tea. You didn't borrow any high-interest loans, did you?

Mao Ge: Get out of here, stop cursing me. I just feel like I've been spending too much these past few years and haven't saved much money. Can't I just be feeling insecure?

Hao Shuai: That expression doesn't look right. You always touch your neck when you lie. You're definitely hiding something from us. Forget it if you don't want to tell us.

Hao Shuai: Manman, you guys aren't sleeping well because you lack exercise. Come work out with me in the future, a strong body makes everything better.

Li Manman: I was the one who helped you get your gym membership. It's not an exercise issue. People without a care in the world usually sleep well.

Hao Shuai: How do I not have a care in the world? Manman, explain yourself. Last night, you avoided the topic of my looks.

Hao Shuai, who had been happily showing off his muscles, suddenly remembered what happened last night and started chasing Manman around the room, relentlessly demanding an answer.

Li Manman: I surrender, you're a handsome guy. But handsome guy, please focus on work. If we don't finish today, no one gets to leave.

Hao Shuai slumped onto the sofa, his forehead displaying three big words: I'm so tired.

Hao Shuai: Why do people have to go to work every day? Who invented this thing?!

It's no wonder Hao Shuai feels tired. After Sariel left, Pristine was handed over to me. The colleagues who participated in the fashion show naturally became members of the project team.

The unprecedented success of the show raised market expectations for the brand to their peak.

Ever since the official website announced that those clothes would be released as summer new arrivals, the customer service department has been receiving calls from consumers every day, urging progress.

We also started intensive preparations more than a month ago.

To give the factory enough production time, the entire team worked almost every day until late at night.

However, time still seemed to accelerate, and as the date drew closer, the factory also started operating around the clock.

Every two or three days, I had to visit the factory for inspection. Every time I came back from there, the rumbling sound of the machines would linger in my ears for a whole day.

However, this wasn't the entirety of a brand manager's job.

From design, determining the series theme, injecting my own fashion knowledge and aesthetics, to the previously rarely touched areas of procurement, production, new product launch operations, collaboration with other brands...

Even brand marketing required my control and approval.

Pristine became inseparable from me. My every move would affect the life and death of the brand, and the success or failure of the brand would also determine the future of my career.

In a nutshell, I stood in the position Sariel once held.

Dreams suddenly became reality, and with it came power. This was a miracle I wouldn't have dared to dream of a year ago.

I think no matter who it was, no matter how cautious they usually were, once hit by a miracle, they would become bold and have the illusion that they were actually very capable, daring to try anything.

They wouldn't even stop to think about how much luck was involved and whether they could actually live up to it.

It wasn't until I actually stood there that I realized I had overestimated myself and my abilities.

As for the expensive coin of power, freedom and responsibility are its two sides.

No one was there to guide me, point out my shortcomings, and tell me the direction for improvement.

So, when I was first asked about my thoughts on brand marketing, my voice seemed to be stolen, unable to give an answer.

Because I suddenly realized with horror that outside the world of pure creation, I only had a superficial understanding of everything else.

If I made a wrong judgment, it might lead to irreversible consequences.

I think I'll never forget the look in that colleague's eyes at that time, from initial expectation to disappointment to final embarrassment.

A sense of shame quickly spread throughout my body. I knew I urgently needed to break out of the designer's mindset and face reality.

From that day on, I went to the factory every day to understand the unexpected situations that could occur in the actual process and then formulate countermeasures based on them.

Whenever I encountered something I wasn't sure about, I would first imagine myself as Sariel. If it were him, how would he handle it? This method gradually allowed me to make independent judgments and no longer fear making mistakes.

The sense of accomplishment came quickly. Every time I listened to the rhythmic sound of the machines and watched the clothes take shape on the assembly line, I could briefly forget my fatigue.

If only it could always be like this. Unfortunately, fate never follows expectations and always turns against you when things are looking up, embodying the truth that "good things don't come in pairs, bad things don't come singly."

Raw material and shipping costs increased simultaneously, dyeing errors occurred, and excessive wastage - these thorny problems came one after another, catching me off guard.

There were many moments when I thought about giving up, even doubting whether I was suitable for this position.

When your abilities are limited, you have to accept that you can't do everything.

But once I thought that way, I became extremely unwilling. I didn't want to give up all the progress I had made and hand over the fruits of my labor to others, and I didn't want to let myself or Sariel down.

At the same time, I deeply understood that giving up was equivalent to admitting my incompetence, resulting in a stagnation of my career and long-term distrust from the company and the market.

There are countless talented people in the design industry. If I missed this opportunity, who knows how long I would have to wait for the next one.

During my student days, failure still had the possibility of a comeback. Schools, families, and even the entire society instilled the idea that failure isn't fatal, and what's important is the courage to start over.

But no one ever told us that talent and hard work alone are not enough for a comeback. It requires the right timing, the right place, and the right people - what we call opportunity. And as we grow older, the proportion of opportunity even outweighs choice.

This cruel and mysterious existence is always fleeting and unpredictable, let alone fair. We have to admit that some people are born lucky and favored by fate.

For most people, even if opportunity knocks on their door one day, they often either fail to recognize it, are not prepared for it, or miss it due to fear and laziness.

Therefore, I'm already lucky enough. Fate has handed me an olive branch, and I have no reason to give up.

The immense pressure makes me want to collapse into bed as soon as I get home every day, even temporarily entrusting Little Milk to An An's care. But I can't sleep soundly, always hovering on the edge of shallow dreams.

More often than not, when I see Mao Ge exhausted and slumped over his desk, or hear Manman urging the factory's progress in a near-tearful voice in the break room, I feel incredibly sorry for them.

They could easily choose to work on other projects, which would be less stressful than this one. But they all stayed.

I'm not afraid of hard work or making mistakes. I can bear the consequences, good or bad, because this is my own life.

But I can't bear the responsibility for others' lives. All I can do is try my best to reduce their pressure and burden.

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It was another late night. I had sent Mao Ge and the others home early. As I looked up to stretch, I suddenly realized the clock had ticked over to the next day.

Ring ring ring - the phone on Manman's desk rang.

You: Hello, Pristine design department.

Workshop Director: This is workshop four. When will the imported filament lyocell arrive? We need to start production.

You: Wasn't that fabric supposed to arrive two days ago?

Workshop Director: That's what they said before, but we haven't received it yet.

You: Hold on, let me check.

I was about to call Manman when she called me first.

Li Manman: Purchasing just told me that filament lyocell is completely out of stock.

Li Manman: It can't be found anywhere in Europe. It's been bought up by an Asian factory!

You: Bought up? But didn't we sign a contract?

Li Manman: That factory must have offered a higher price, so they're willing to pay the penalty for breaching the contract.

Li Manman: To break a contract at a time like this, it's so unethical!

Li Manman: We've already announced the fabric content on the official website. Switching to something else would be deceiving consumers.

Li Manman: What do we do now? Is our team doomed...?

I suddenly felt short of breath.

Filament lyocell is the only high-end fabric specified for this season's new products. If something goes wrong here, it will inevitably lead to customer dissatisfaction.

Li Manman: Y/N, can you hear me?

Li Manman: Purchasing has already reported it, but by the time they come up with a solution, it will be too late for us to start production! What should we do?

Manman's tearful question came from the other end of the phone, but it calmed me down. I can't panic. I'm the backbone now. If I panic, everyone will be even more scared. I told myself this in my mind.

You: Manman, don't worry. There are also filament lyocell suppliers in China. Let's split up and ask around.

You: I believe they'll help us out for Wan Zhen's sake.

Li Manman: Really? Okay, I'll start making calls right now!

Just like that, we started a race against time to save ourselves.

However, after countless phone calls and emails, we still came up empty-handed. All the factories told me that the fabric had been bought out.

As time ticked away, I became increasingly anxious.

Finally, after exhausting all my options and trying to negotiate with the original factory again by offering resource exchanges, the answer was still "We don't have any left, sorry."

I could no longer maintain my composure and was trembling with anger.

The monotonous busy tone on the other end of the phone left my anger with nowhere to go. I felt a strong sense of helplessness, not knowing what to do next.

I thought maybe there was still a way, but I sat down on the floor. I felt exhausted, and the fatigue I had been suppressing suddenly awakened at this moment. I couldn't shake it off, and dawn was approaching.

Suddenly, the phone in my hand vibrated twice. The tingling sensation injected a bit of life into my stiff body, and I jolted awake.

Two new messages from Lu Chen.

Evan's SMS: I see the light in your office is still on. Why are you working so late? Did something happen?

Evan's SMS: If you're feeling down or don't know what to do, you can call me anytime.

You: How does Evan know? Is he at the company too?

A sudden sour feeling rushed up my nose.

You: "Actually, I've run into a little trouble..."

I typed while walking to the window, leaning out to look diagonally upwards.

In the dim morning light, everything between heaven and earth seemed silent, except for Evan's office, which was lit up.

The light wasn't dazzling, but it inexplicably had a kind of sacred power, like a lamp that God had placed in the world.

I watched for a while, and my mood miraculously calmed down a lot.

I took out my phone, deleted all the words I had just typed, and changed them to another sentence: No, I just lost track of time. I'm getting ready to go home and sleep. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Evan.

I didn't intentionally lie to him. Actually, when I saw the message, my first thought was to rely on him, just like in the past.

But a voice in my heart stopped me. It asked, have you forgotten the current situation? Didn't you say you wouldn't bother him anymore and would stay away from him?

Thinking of this, I didn't hesitate and immediately pressed the send button.

A few seconds later, another message came, still from Evan.

Evan's SMS: It's too early now, it's hard to get a taxi, and the subway isn't running yet. Let me take you home, okay?

You: How can I refuse this?!

I paced back and forth in the room, replying to the factory while thinking about how to make my refusal seem reasonable.

You: I've already asked my friend to pick me up, so I won't trouble you, Mr. Evan.

I read it twice and added an emoji at the end, making sure the tone and wording were normal and wouldn't arouse his suspicion.

The dialog box went dark, and no new messages popped up for several minutes. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I didn't know why I felt a little disappointed.

Now is not the time to think about this. I chased away this inexplicable emotion and called Manman to ask how her contacts were going.

Manman told me they had also come up empty-handed. But Mao Ge said a small factory in his hometown had once asked him about this fabric and planned to start production. He had already contacted them.

This idea suddenly inspired me. Wan Zhen only had records of large factories, maybe some small factories were also producing this fabric. If we could find them, wouldn't we succeed?!

I felt like I had grasped a glimmer of hope.

You: But even if we find them, it's definitely too late to place an order now...

You: Never mind, let's find them first! We'll figure out the rest later.

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I immediately called a car to go back to my grandmother's house. I remembered that her notebook had a lot of contact information for artisans and factories. Subconsciously, I had a vague feeling that I would find what I was looking for there.

Having not slept all day, I leaned against the wall at the entrance of Wan Zhen, waiting for the car. The days were getting longer after the summer solstice, and the sunlight felt like a blazing fire in a furnace, making me drowsy.

I even felt like I could fall asleep right there, even standing up.

??: You look so sleepy, are you trying to get hit by a car while crossing the road?

The familiar voice startled me, and I forced my eyelids open to look over.

You: Sariel?!

Why is he here? Didn't he say he would be away from Guang Qi for a while? I rubbed my eyes hard and watched the figure bathed in the morning light walk straight towards me, a slight anger on his face.

Why is he angry? So early in the morning, who provoked him?

But I still subconsciously shrank my neck. Although I didn't know why he was angry, I felt guilty. He wasn't even my boss anymore.

You: Good morning, Sariel.

Sariel: Indeed, it's quite early.

Sariel: Haven't seen you for a month, how did you manage to get yourself into this state?

A month apart, how did Sariel revert back to his stern and serious demeanor? There was no trace of the gentleness from the farewell party that night.

I pouted but obediently turned my head to look at my reflection in the glass. There was nothing different from usual, just a little tired.

You: Isn't this normal? I don't have time to chat with you now. I need to go somewhere, it's urgent.

I showed him the taxi booking order to prove that I really had something important to do, but unexpectedly, Sariel immediately snatched my phone and pressed the cancel button.

You: This will cost money, what are you doing--

Sariel: You getting into a car looking like this, you could be sold and wouldn't even know it.

I was about to snatch the phone back from him as usual when I was suddenly stunned by his sharp gaze. It seemed like a long time since he had shown such an angry expression.

The last time was backstage at the Warson Prize.

Did Sariel eat gunpowder today? I was a bit baffled but still took a deep breath and suppressed my displeasure.

You: I'm just a little sleepy, but I know my own body condition.

You: I really don't have time, give me back my phone.

Sariel: Where are you going?

You: To my grandmother's house. I need to find a filament lyocell supplier.

Sariel: Even if you find one, what do you plan to do?

Sariel: Wait in line, delay the launch, turn summer clothes into autumn clothes?

Sariel: Or do you think the factory is open just for you, with plenty of stock waiting for you just by asking?

I suddenly realized that he knew about the trouble I was in. Then he shouldn't be stopping me!

You: I know orders need to be placed in advance, but can't I even try my luck?

You: It's better than doing nothing and just waiting.

Sariel: And then get rejected, blame yourself again, and fall into a vicious cycle of self-blame.

Sariel: I don't believe you're not aware of these things.

You: But I really have no other options!

You: I'm responsible for everyone!

I don't know what came over me, but I ended up yelling at Sariel. However, I didn't feel any better; instead, a deep sense of frustration followed.

Sariel was right. The chances of success were too low, practically zero.

Even if I found a supplier, placing an order now would take at least two weeks to receive the fabric, and that's assuming nothing goes wrong.

I understand all of this.

But I really don't know what else I can do besides this.

Embarrassed, I turned and left, afraid that if I stayed another second, I would burst into tears in front of him. It's so embarrassing. It's clearly my own problem, why am I taking it out on others?

As I walked, my cheeks became wet, and I could no longer tell what I was holding on to.

Sariel's footsteps chased after me. I panicked and quickened my pace, not wanting him to see my breakdown, but my wrist was grabbed.

Sariel: Why can't you use your brain and think about the resources you can utilize around you? Are you treating yourself like a machine?

Sariel: How long are you going to shoulder this alone?!

I turned my head in surprise, tears streaming down my face, sobs escaping my throat.

You: What... did you say...?

Did I hear wrong? Does he mean I can ask him for help? Won't he think I'm useless and embarrass him?

Perhaps my red eyes scared Sariel. He moved his lips but didn't say anything, only softening his gaze and looking down at me.

Sariel: Are you clear-headed now?

After waiting for a while without my answer, he sighed, bent down, looked into my eyes, and asked again seriously.

Sariel: Are you clear-headed now?

My heart softened, and I nodded slightly.

Sariel: Let's go, we'll talk in my car.

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INSIDE OUT 2 slowly treks to possibly unseating Photoreal LION KING, now playing in Japan where the original made around $30-35m USD, while DESPICABLE ME 4 slowly climbs towards the big billion. If it does so, that makes it the first film in the franchise to do that since the third movie way back in 2017. MINIONS: THE RISE OF GRU was close but no cigar two summers back.

Both movies continue to fill up the auditoriums at the cinema I work at...

However, a new movie on the block with a curious helping of *2D* animation in it... Is not... The Sony release HAROLD AND THE PURPLE CRAYON, directed by Blue Sky alum Carlos Saldanha (ICE AGE 2, RIO 1 & 2, FERDINAND) in his live-action debut. I know some are having a lark at the weird Zachary Levi FX vehicle arriving a year after completion with no marketing, bombing hard, but I can't help but think... That just sucks.

And a big case of "what could've been?" Hollywood's been trying to adapt the Crockett Johnson-written book, first published in 1955, since the 1990s. Animated shorts and a TV series were made, but the movie just stalled and stalled, shuffling through different directors and iterations... And mediums. Sony Animation at one point, in conjunction with Amblin, was supposed to do a feature based on this... So now we got this movie, finished some time in early 2023 with an MPA rating and everything... Months before its initial release date (late July 2023), with no trailer in sight, it quietly packed its bags and left for this summer. I guess they were concerned that being wedged between BARBIE and MUTANT MAYHEM wasn't exactly the best idea...

So, it tried to arrive - unnoticed - nearly a month after DESPICABLE ME 4. Both DM4 and INSIDE OUT 2 charted higher at the weekend box office than CRAYON, which only took in $6m stateside. It's another "animation director goes live-action" endeavor that ended rather poorly. Andrew Stanton and JOHN CARTER OF MARS, Brenda Chapman and COME AWAY, even Brad Bird with TOMORROWLAND. Saldanha now has a picture called 100 DAYS lined up, an effort the Brazilian director is pursuing in his home country, so that's good for him.

It's also another largely live-action family/kids movie - not made by Disney - that didn't add up. They just become rarer and rarer by the year, it seems. I remember when those kinds of movies were everywhere. All your STUART LITTLEs and BABEs and LAST MIMZYs, off the top of my head. I think around the late aughts/early tens, they started to slowly go away, many of them just came up short most of the time. If they do exist, and aren't part of a movie franchise (like, say, WONKA and the SONIC movies), I feel they go to Netflix or whatever. There was IF this year, but that didn't make back its budget despite strong audience response/great WOM. So they still kinda exist?

Anyways, the summer belongs to emotions and gibbering tictacs on the family end of things... Though I saw quite a few parents taking their 4-7yos into DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE, and hey, some of today's kids probably see and hear worse elsewhere lol. I recall being allowed, weirdly, to watch SOUTH PARK circa 1999 when I was in 2nd grade but certain levels of violence were off-limits. I don't think my folks would've taken me to see an R-rated Deadpool/X-Men movie in 1999, haha.

So that probably ends the summer seasons, animation box office-wise. I know the autumnal equinox technically begins two days after TRANSFORMERS ONE opens, but I peg the beginning of it there. Bring on the robots!