#but i had to LEARN all of those fucking logos and names

[lovelyblep]

I think society took a turn for the worse when it became socially required to be able to recognize most brands by name and/or logo. Why did we make games where the goal is to recognize the brands the fastest? Why did knowledge of brand and their history become fucking general and common knowledge that can be asked in trivia questions? Why has it become a social requirement? Why are you made to feel ignorant when not knowing which brand this logo belongs to?

All of this is rhetoric, I'm pretty sure I know exactly why and I do not like that answer.

[hishighnesstheprincess]

Sonic Movie 1 Rewatch Live Reaction

Aight

Gonna do it

Gonna watch the first Sonic movie and post aaallllll my reactions below

Below a read more because I don’t hate my followers

Okay so first off I love these movies I love Sonic but the fact that Tom is a cop fucking SUCKS his plotline in the movie sucks because it is about him being a cop and it is not nuanced and I doubt they will handle it well in the third movie. I’m not going to be covering the issues with it too in depth because a) white person here and b) gotta be honest I don’t know a lot about cop depictions in media. I’m mostly just going to be repeating what everyone else has already said, there are better sources than me when it comes to covering the issuesTM. 

Okay, unpleasant bit over.

Movie beginning

Had to take a five second break to autism bounce around my room

Still love the use of rings for the Paramount logo....

OOUGH THE SEGA MUSIC

Sonic started talking and I started squealing

Of course he calls himself handsome

I love him doing the lil rewind sounds with his mouth he’s so silly he’s so goofy

Sonic refers to Green Hill Zone as an “island” hmmm interesting. I can easily see it being like Mobius in the movies is a bunch of islands that are all different zones and Mushroom Hill is just different I guess

OWL MOM

Oh so many thoughts about Longclaw she is so accidentally interesting on the movies part

Boy sure hope those echidnas won’t come back hahaha

NO I JUST REALIZED AN ARROW PIERCED THE FLOWER SONIC GOT FOR LONGCLAW

Symbolism much

So it was definitely Knuckles’ dad that shot Longclaw down

“the only way to stay safe is to stay hidden” literally how much damage did she inadvertently do to Sonic with just those words

Longclaw is such a warrior cat’s ass name and I love it

God I forgot that they imply Sonic’s mom gets brutally murdered and then cut to the movie title

Tom being a cop sucks but him using the speedomoter on the turtle/tortoise, joking loudly about it, and then apologizing is pretty funny

Sonic going 300 interests me. I very much doubt that he hasn’t broken the speed barrier at some point in these movies (especially in the second one when he runs on water) but I don’t think we’ve specifically heard a Sonic boom yet

Sonic talking avidly to the turtle is so so cute but also. Concerning. Considering the only other person he talks to is himself

Oh my god he traumatized that poor turtle

THAT IS ONE DIRTY ASS ROOM WITH A LOT OF STUFF IN IT

Hmmm something something Longclaw being Sonic’s protector something something him immediately latching onto the “protector” of Green Hill

Boy there is so much that is wrong with you (affectionate)

SANIC

Something something Sonic’s only human contact being a man trying to capture him something something the echidna trying to catch him something something GUN

Screw it AU where Sonic gets captured by GUN immediately and meets, or at least sees Shadow and ends up learning what happened on the ARK

Do you think baby Sonic ever got caught in a trap :(

This hog is traumatized. But he can always get even more traumatized

Sonic’s favorite movie being R-Rated canonically is so so funny to me

There are probably better actors. But it would be so so funny if Keanu Reeves played Shadow

Tom and Maddie’s relationship is so sweet I’m sorry

Me when I’m autistic

The thing about them getting two cakes just in case is so sweet as well

Okay so in the first movie Tom says that he’s still using the neighbor’s wifi but in the second we see that the house is pretty far away from the town. Conclusion: they moved after the first movie. Probably for Sonic

BASEBALL SCENE. THE FOCUS ON THE IDEALIZED AMERICAN DREAM (which as of the second movie ending Sonic has, two parents, middle class lifestyle, three kids, etc.) SONIC T HEDGEHOG THERE IS SO MUCH WRONG WRONG WITH YOU

FORGOT TO MENTION IT WAS ABSOLUTELY A WACHOWSKI THAT SHOT MARIA. MADDIE SAID ‘there’s been a Wachowski protecting Green Hills for over 50 years” that CANNOT be a coincidence

OHTHE BASEBALL FREAKOUT. @neurotypical-sonic knows way way more about BPD than I do but this is screaming BPD to me. He definitely needs mood stabilizers and therapy

What do his powers run on? Emotions? If that’s the case then boy howdy is the third movie gonna put him through the wringer

Everytime media mentions IQ I have to laugh so hard. I took an IQ test and got like 140 or something and I’m the dumbest motherfucker I know. It’s so stupid

While I do think the worst part of the movies is the cop thing, I don’t think the movies are pro-military overall. The military is introduced as sending in the main villain of the movie who apparently destroyed a whole country(?) in to a small town, letting him break a fuck ton of laws both legally and morality wise

Jimbotnik is so fucking insane I love him. Him and Agent Stone are so funny. “Excuse me Major what was your name? NOBODY CARES!”

“Look what came out of my Eggsack”

“half eaten cantaloope” EDNOS EDNOS EDNOS

THE FCAT THAT HE DOESNT SAY “goodbye home” HE SYS “goodbye cave”

Tom and Sonic’s first meeting is so funny

Ough I love that Sonic is depicted as having actual quills cus like in the games he is just a blue shape

“I’m not in the mood to get probed” “You think you’re worried? I’m not even wearing pants!”

EARS DROOOP

Sonic is only the second weirdest person Tom has met today

“I was spitting out formulas while you were spitting up formulas.” “I was breastfed actually.” “Nice. Rub that in my orphan face.”

“Worse than death?”

Oh he actively talks to himself

“I had kind of an embarrassing lunch” EDNOS

Robotnik just screaming when he sees Sonic is actually very funny

And so begins the tradition of Tom punching people

Agent Stone and Robotnik are SO funny

“So, as I crashed into the wet, dark water of the Pacific-” I love that line

Movie Sonic is gonna think Shadow is the coolest person on Earth lmao

Tom just hanging up on Robotnik is so funny

“You just sit there and be you.... sless.”

Who is the lady agent that’s with Robotnik I want to know her name I’m gay

He’s soooooo me coded

Watching Mike’s Mic has ruined my vocabulary

Shannon Chan Kent hiiiii helllow love you love your Amy she’s so good

NOW I WANNA REWATCH PRIME TOOO

Sonic’s horrified gasp when the biker dude called him a hipster is hilarious

Sonic

OH I FORGOT SONIC MENTIONED LONGCLAW IN FRONT OF TOM

AND HE DIDNT EVEN QUESTION IT

SO EITHER TOM JUST DIDNT WANT TO GET INTO IT RIGHT THEN OR SONIC ALREADY TOLD HIM

I’m going wit h the first option for my fic. Is more fun that way

CARRRRR SCENE CAR SCENE

“We’re not best friends.” “You tucked me in last night.”

He’s so splitting. I don’t even know a lot about splitting but he’s SO splitting

“HAVE YOU NOTICED THE H A R P O O N STUCK IN THE CAR”

OH EMOTIONS SO TRIGGER HIS POWERS

Ngl I unironically like the flossing

“HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD?!” “I have no idea :D!”

HESO SMALL IN THIS MOVIE

“I think that tank just had a baby.” Does. Does Sonic know how kids work. He didn’t know what a payphone was earlier in the movie.

“Ever wonder where your tax dollars are going?”

“Aw, this one is cute, let’s keep him :D”

“Nailed it!” dies

That’s it movie over sequel cancelled Sonic’s dead

“Pin yourself to wall.” excuse me

SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT WHAT EGGMAN WOULD DO TO SONIC IF HE CAUGHT HIM

Rachel is iconic

Ngl the song that plays while Robotnik is doing tech stuff is a whole bop I love it

I FORGET THE STONE JUMPSCARE VERYTIME

“Of course I want a latte. I LOVE THE WAY YOU MAKE THEM.”

“It talks.” “Almost constantly.”

Oh my god I forgot we technically see Sonic’s feet in this movie. Imagine this scene but with ugly Sonic

WHY DID THEY LET SONIC DRIVE

“As long as I’m here, I put everyone in danger” not me thinking of my runaway Sonic AU immediately

“It’s the government nutjob who keeps trying to kill us- UNSUCCESSFULLY”

Do you think Sonic got grounded for shoving them off the roof

God I remember me and an irl friend laughing so hard when we first saw that

“THAT WAS AN ILLEGAL LEFT, BY THE WAY”

THE SMASH BROS POSE

OH MAN

WHAT IF IN THIRD MOVIE WE GET A CHASE SCENE LIKE THAT BUT ACROSS DIFFERENT ZONES AND WITH SONIC AND SHADOW

HE

HE

HE EYES GLOW

TOM PUNCHING ROBOTNIK AGAIN

Oh man the timezones in this movie make NO sense

HE PINBALLED HimSELF

HE

“Oh my god my sister”

Hoooooome

Oh this movie can be so personal if you have family issues of any kind actually. Even if I personally have mommy issues more than daddy ones

GREEN HILLS MUSIC

The government was so angling to kidnap Sonic since the end of the first movie 

“You guys are SO uncool”

How did they get everything from Sonic’s cave to the attciAAAAAa

Literally never gonna forget this ending scene

“Welcome home” I’m fucking sobbing

“my grasp on sanity remains... absolute”

This ending absolutely SLAPS people angry about it are either just lame or racist about rap being in Sonic for some reason

And here it is, the ending scene that made me lose my fucking mind

TAILS

TAILS HI TAILS MY FRIEND TAILS MY FRIEND :D

[a-la-campanella]

So... White Night goes hard. Here's a music video dissection!

Way too much to say, I'm doing bullet points again. Comparing CN lines and EN translation of those lines (NOT THE ENGLISH LYRICS) here, but if they say basically the same thing, I won't bother mentioning any differences. I'll look at the English lyrics in another post. For the record, like fuck did I bother to learn what the different zones of Penacony are named.

The transition out of the Hoyoverse logo with Aventurine's hand? That was smooth. Holy shit. I've tried doing a transition like that for a school assignment, and that sort of thing goes hard.

The word branded on Aventurine's neck spells out "slave". That's... concerning. I guess he'd have history with crime (assuming he was a slave and that slavery is illegal under the IPC - but who knows about that last point?) and given Penacony's history, he might hold some more personal sentiments about being there.

Showing off his rings, his watch, his fit... dude is bling-bling-bling. Coin flip sound effect! Love the whistling too.

Those dance moves, synced to the beat of the music. The camera angles. Wooooow. The first time I watched this was breathtaking. I give a fuck about Aventurine now. That's so wild. I had go check if this was official, for a few seconds genuinely thought I was watched a fan-made MMD.

Male Trailblazer! Checks out, last video had the Female Trailblazer. We get a fancy hat to dance with!

Background Robin poster, by the way.

Robin and Sunday in a shiny vehicle, with Robin holding a drink in her hand. They're driving somewhere. They look so pretty!

Something crashes into Misha? In the Reverie Hotel??? Is that a hat?

Out of all the luggage that gets knocked over, the blue, circular case stands out the most.

From "Don't forget, shut your eyes, embrace the light", the "embrace the light" part is "才算醒来" in CN (it's time to wake up). Do Misha and Gallagher have something to do with the dreams, besides the whole, Reviere Hotel thing?

Gallagher's lighter, and then the background change plus light turning off (plus sound effect!) when the lighter is closed? He's not the type of guy I'd really care about, but. That smile. Shit.

Sparkle followed by a bunch of koi fish out of water, skipping forward. She winks and sends us off with a koi fish transition.

It's fitting that the line here is "you act in this huge play, a change of attitude" (from CN line; 你参演 这场戏 变换姿态)... the EN line uses "postures interweave" to convey acting I suppose? Makes sense, she's a Masked Fool, acting would align.

Black Swan picking from one of ten cards... she eventually picks a card, revealing a white swan in the front. I wonder who that represents? I wanted to say one of the factions, but there are only nine we know of; the Family and the invited eight. Maybe an uninvited guest?

The CN line says "谜底 结局 我该 怎么猜" (The truth/mystery of the ending, how should I conjecture?), where 结局 can refer to the last act of a play. It's says the same as the EN line, this is just a more linguistic fun-fact.

For the last bit of that line, we see a hand with yellow claws, and at the center of the palm seems to be a red eye. New enemy?

Flrefly holding sparklers! She's smiling! It's a "prelude of dreams supplied by memories". This line definitely does not spark fear, because dreams are built on memories, and Firefly is definitely real. (I speculate that she isn't/only exists in dreams, but I sure hope not.)

Trailblazer tries to take a photo of her! It's synced so it sounds like you can hear the shutter go off, almost.

Transition to the Trailblazer running (in the form of a bunch of still Trailblazers gradually turning back/away from the camera) alongside a light in a very... uh. Absurd environment. Up a bunch of spiral stairs, and near the end of the sequence, seems to be chasing the light. Is the light meant to symbolize Firefly? Fuck me.

"Covered scars still linger yesterday" wherein the past remains, even when swept away... genuinely, what happened to Firefly.

Trailblazer in a room with a bunch of Clockies, standing on Clockie's shoe. We challenging the dream here? Is Clockie a representation of the Watchmaker? They might be holding a sparkler in their hand, hard to tell. They certainly don't look happy.

"Your wakefulness, time foresees" = time is waiting for you to wake up.

Blink, transition by zoom to a falling light, which turns out to be (probably!) Firefly. Throughout the descend, her eyes are closed. Sigh. I hope not. Based on the transition, it's definitely her, and I'm pretty sure she'll die, if she hasn't already died.

IS THAT AVENTURINE? Similar enough hair and outfit, but his chest opening is larger and glowing green. Wearing a mask too. Do we fight him? Is that who we fight with? Questions, questions.

Close-up of Aventurine with his earring and eye catching the light. Insert "take me away" line. Yessir, whatever you say ma'am, anything for you babygirl.

Someone else noticed this first, but his earring looks like a dream catcher! They're protective charms, so Aventurine might be safe from the horrors of an eternal Penacony dream.

I want to point out: the instrumental here goes silent, before a sound that reminds me of a rewinding watch hand plays where Aventurine says "take me away". Interpret that how you will.

We get a view of Clockie and some background or whatever, into the spotlight on the Trailblazer presumably tossing their hat. On the left side, the Clockies are smiling! On the right side... not so much? Either way, they're coming down the steps, and one of them is about to jump the Trailblazer.

Also, ad of a pizza pie with slices of money(?). Or it might just be pepperoni and mushrooms or something. The pepperoni is numbered, so I'm assuming it has something to do with a game of sorts.

Zoom out to get a better look at Penacony. We can see the whales in the sky looming over sll the buildings, ads everywhere (cartoony-looking Times Square), and massive bubble gum machines roaming the streets. At the heart of the city is... I'm guessing that's the Stellaron? Whatever the blue light is.

Flashes of whales, some kind of circular thing, a fan(?), and a very hard to make out sequence of numbers. The last three digits are 183. I've edited the screenshot I took to try and make the numbers more clear. (You might have to open the image to see what I mean.)

The whales are very reminiscent of the abyssal whale from Genshin Impact. We know that Genshin and the Honkai games are all connected in the same multiverse, though seeing these whales after fighting the All-Devouring Narwhal is raising flags...

A slot machine, falling gems, monsters on the street, oh my.

The line here is "Cease the shattering, let withering subside" or more literally, "Don't break again, don't wither again" (别再破碎 别再枯萎). I guess this has to do with the dreams? Don't let dreams shatter and wither; they must be good dreams, and Penacony must stay a land of dreams.

Transitions into an angry Clockie, though the face flickers back to a smile. Camera flips back up to a whale!

The clock ticks, passage of time, all that... sheesh, that synced well.

A bunch of tiny whales and monsters headed in the same direction. Clockie in the streets too, next to a monster holding SoulGlad.

Wacky flash transition to whales. Then zoom out of a TV screen (Clockie's face?) to see the monsters broke into the hotel, I think? That's not good. I guess that's where they were heading!

"Indulge anew, in the self's meandering stride"... I'm going to guess this is a reference to the dreams, the winding detours they lead you on, trippy experiences, stuff like that.

The rest of the Astral Express gang now! These are their dreams, I guess. Dan Heng is in the Reverie, I think, with a bunch of whales and wacky lamps. Maybe he's investigating, or he escaped his dream?

Himeko floats, eyes closed, one arm reaching outward. She's surrounded by semi-circular tables and chairs floating. Seems like it could've been a banquet, had there been more people.

The line for both of them here was "Savor at last, the taste that's ever true", and might be referring to SoulGlad. It's the only big thing I expect we'd literally be tasting in Penacony.

A huge March 7th is taking a selfie. Typical March.

Welt is surrounded by some toppled buildings, holding the Star of Eden in his hand as he looks out at the city. Maybe he knows what's up here?

Black Swan seems to be picking from one of ten circulating cards again, this time floating above the city. There's something inside the cards though—seems like a catalyst weapon. She holds it instead of a card.

"In the dreams of that night, we'll meet anew"... the first part is said with March and Welt, and the last bit is with Black Swan. Have we met Black Swan before? Or maybe this is us meeting her again/a second time on Penacony. Or it could be about someone else...

A white void with black cubes surrounds Sam, who gains these green wings (propellers?) to fly out of the void space into a fight with Acheron. I doubt the Stellaron Hunters would go out of their way into a fight with her, and they've had a record of staying in line with Elio's scripts (case in point: Kafka on the Xianzhou Luofu, Sam's "You should really stop playing with your food" line). This fight didn't seem to happen by choice.

Acheron swings her sword at Sam. We don't know a lot about her, but we do know that she doesn't pull out her sword that easily. Her eye glows, and red petals appear, followed by a swing of red lightning. All the other strikes had purple lightning instead.

"The more deceptive, the more pristine", where Sam is deceptive and Acheron is pristine... these adjectives might apply to both characters, to be honest. The word used in place of pristine also means perfect/ideal (完美).

Not sure about Sam, but the fact Acheron doesn't pull out her sword often is easily grounds for underestimating her.

Sam doesn't dodge the red lightning; instead, he's trying to block it with his arms.

A huge explosion follows, either from the backlash of contact with the lightning, or it could be entirely unrelated. Annihilation Gang, is that you...?

The translation says "Dreams in slumber, despair's endless spin", though the exact term used where endless spin is was 轮回. It's more so used to mean reincarnation, or the cycle of life and death... so dreams and despair go hand in hand, in a cycle like sleeping and waking.

Sam is down on one knee with electricity flickering around his body. Did he lose? He's not completely down yet.

The Trailblazer jumps with a running start, with Belabog in the background.

"With each blink, a retreat in time's cruel cue" is... hard to decipher for me. Where are you going back from? I doubt we're going back in time, it's a little to early to be traveling alongside Terminus... If Firefly is dead and was a real person, then it could traveling back in time to save her.

The Trailblazer throws pure light??? In the black and white for a few frames, you can see Stelle/the Female Trailblazer.

I don't think there are any major implications from this. The way I see it, Stelle is Caelus and Caelus is Stelle, in that both of them are the Trailblazer, and there was only ever one Trailblazer like them in this story (the choice we made/Kafka picked at the beginning doesn't matter when the end result is the same).

A big Sampo and big trashcan duke it out with Belabog in the background. This should all be be the trailblazer's dream, since dreams are made from your memories, and using the trailblazer's memories would make sense to generate the scene within Belabog.

"In the dream of that night, we'll meet anew" should be pointing to the Trailblazer meeting Firefly again.

The Trailblazer is on a rooftop with Firefly. When the Trailblazer looks back, Firefly has disappeared...

Acheron in front of a black hole(?). She's crying?

We get a few frames of Sam that fade into a faint red light.

The video ends with Clockie and the Trailblazer dancing together! Clockie either gave us the hat or returns it to us.

Characters who we don't see in the video: Duke Inferno (or anymore from the Annihilation Gang, for that matter), any of the other Stellaron Hunters (did they ditch Sam, or did only Sam arrive at Penacony...), and Dr. Ratio (where did he go...). Genuinely, where is the doctor.

I think the song is overall from the Trailblazer's perspective, and about their relationship with Firefly, trying to save her. I'm 100% convinced something sinister happened, or will be happening, to her.

[undergrounddweller89]

hii, i wanted to say that i really love your writing and art. brings me joy to see chai x kale, my blorbos. do you have any headcannons about them?

🤔 well without any specific ones you'd like me to talk about my brain is trying to pick one but I guess I do have some but they're probably stuff I've already written heh ❤️ and thank you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

So like we all think about how Kale is the oldest so he's gotta always be 100 percent in charge right?

Well what if he let's Chai sometimes just decide their schedule for the day, doesn't matter what it is, he didn't have to plan it , sort it or work it out, he gets to come along for the ride and actually experience a few things.

Kale and his Sister plan days so that they can take time off to be with their significant others.

I bet there's some days Kale just loves making a fuss of Chai and Chai acts like his usual cocky self but adores it....just as much as Kale can be stubborn he likes that Chai always remembers his coffee and will even go off campus to get him a Cortado if the machines are broken.

No one but Chai knows Kale likes his coffee with lots of milk and three sugars, that's one he's been told to take to the grave with him, Chai thinks it's fucking cute but accepts these terms of knowing this oh so secret information xD

Let's see love making can vary from if I don't fuck you now I'll die, from Kale being above him and gently cupping Chai's cheek , his hand covering almost half his face with how big it is, and his heart races in the quiet moment , those moments he can't believe he's really in because it's so perfect it has to be a dream right, when ever Kale holds Chai's face like this , Chai always kisses Kale's palm and smiles up at him and says I love you.

Which has Kale leaning down to kiss him because how could he not love Chai.

They are super cuddly after sex like if kale gets up to go get a snack Chai is holding onto him like a koala and Kale loves it, he'll literally panic if Chai doesn't because he'll worry something is wrong.

One year Chai learned how to knit

(I can't knit for shit but if I could I would knit my loved ones so many scarfs they could make a rope bridge out of them xD)

Turns out Chai was really good at knitting and taught CNMN how to knit and Macaron even joined....they formed a little knitting club :3c Because I head cannonly say so pffft

But back to the point

So it was like Kale's birthday and Chai saw all the really expensive gifts Kale got and Chai was standing at the back as everyone gave their gift , probably like at some big party....because let's be honest who gets to plan what they really want the do on their own birthday and have to go along with the plans everyone else makes for them.

Kale noticed that Chai left at one point and made sure to send a message asking if he was alright and Chai just said he was tired.

Kale wasn't sure how much Chai had drunk that night so he really might be but he didn't stay too much past midnight and returned back to their home.

Chai woke up being poked in the face

"Hey...I know you got me something...I've been waiting all day for it gimme."

Kale held out his hand expectantly and Chai curls up and is like no...it's not as good as all those other ones.

Kale shakes his head

Pffft please they saw something shiny and assumed I wanted and or needed it, they didn't pick it because they love me they chose them because they love my name.

He pokes Chai's sides and Chai's like noooo you know I'm ticklish!

That's the point kid , now where's my birthday present, come on gimme you rascal!

Keeps playfully tickling his side's and Chai eventually rolls off the thin box he was laying on top of the bow crushed but Kale didn't care he was quick to rip off the packaging with a triumphant laugh only to go quiet as he held it in his hands.

A beautiful red scarf with the Vandelay logo at each end the white V's were lined in gold the red at each end fading into gray then black with tassley bits at the end which he immediately started playing with.

"Sorry I know it's not that-"

"I swear to god Chai if you tell me it's not good I will bite you hard you won't heal for a week."

Chai blushes at that and then watches him play with the end of the scarf.

"I noticed you start to play with your pens or other little things when you're bored or stressed so I added the tassley bits at the end."

Kale's still looking at it and smiling

"I personally want to throw every gift I've gotten in the fire tonight apart from this one, this is the only gift that matters to me but you know there's one other I would like tonight..."

"Oh?"

"I think you know what it -wait a minute...."

He went to carefully place the scarf in a very safe place before coming back and kissing him

"I think you know what I want , am I too late to cash in on that access to Chai's body whenever I want on my birthday coupon?"

"I gave that to you three years ago."

"You never put an expiration date on it..."

Chai kissed him while still giggling and wrapping himself around Kale

"I suppose I didn't...but keep it , after all it doesn't say it has a one time use either."

That turned head cannony rambly xD there's probably more ideas but I think I put a fair bit here already.

If there's something specific you wanna ask go right ahead ❤️

[xenoblademisadventures]

For those curious about the lore of Xenoblade. 

Klaus was an Apple Employee. Apple took over the world and started using their iMecha to rule the world, so then the Saviorite Rebels decided to fight back because they didn’t want the world be controlled by a fucking tech company. This caused Apple to do the unthinkable, create Androids (the Aegises) to fight back. During a battle near the iStation, Rhadamanthus, Klaus’s boss decided to activate iOnios, but Klaus instead decided that he would rather be an iGod. However, Galea, a spy working for Google, tried to stop him. Which broke the multiverse in half. In one reality, immediately after Klaus pressed the button, Galea bitch-slapped him and that made Ontos give her enough girlboss points to turn her into an iGod. In the other universe, Galea was really fucking slow and became an iZombie like the rest of humanity. 

In the new iEarth, Klaus realized half his body was missing. In fact, the rift stole his dick (rude). Saddened by his missing penis, he ended the reign of Apple by covering the world in Pneuma’s and Logos’s iClouds. Then turned all the Core Crystals into iLands. Thus life was born. Meanwhile, in the new dimension that Klaus and Galea lived in, Klaus created the biOnis (it’s bisexual) while Galea decided to spite him by creating a giant fucking Android, which Klaus dubbed the Mechonis. Klaus really wanted to make the two titans fuck, which made Galea realize that her spite didn’t work because she underestimated how much of a weeb Klaus was. Which she really should’ve seen coming after learning that Pneuma had, like, G sized cups (he was trying to make them I sized so that the one saving grace of his androids would be their iCups, but he was laughed out because everyone kept saying I C U P). Ontos, could not remember their real names, so he referred to them by their Minecraft usernames (Microsoft was like the Switzerland of this war, so both Apple and Android employees could legally buy their products, this was solely because no one wanted to live a life without Minecraft); zanzam042 and mey_meth609. In order to preserve their dignity, the iGods changed their names by one letter each, becoming Zanza and Meyneth. 

In Alrest, Klaus had completely rejected his identity as an Apple Employee, thus he allowed life to do as it will. Though he did make iNdol’s inhabitants look like Apple Products, a move made out of nostalgia for his ancient past. As an iPeople, the iNdoline had longer than average lifespans, weighed 2lbs, and could play tetris. This made them the defacto religious power. A man by the name of iMalthus decided to climb the iTree, There, he found two shiny rocks. One rock turned into a big man. The other turned into a blond lady with depression. The big man decided to use his iWMDs to destroy an iLand, just cuz. Which made everyone want the depressed white girl to blow him up. Unfortunately, she accidentally blew up another iLand in the process. So, the populace decided to seal away the ultimate Apple Products at the bottom of the ocean. 

In the iWorld, Zanza decided he was tired of Meyneth’s stupid Android world, so he decided to use his iSword to cut the Android in half, recreating the battle of the original world. He used iBioweapons to infiltrate the Mechonis, his iBioweapons glowed in the dark and had the same battery life as the iPhone127-DX, which allowed Meyneth to retaliate by getting them all stoned. Enraged that his master plan didn’t work and realizing that the biOnis was already at 10% power despite only being active for 3 minutes and 45 seconds, he knew that a sacrifice must be made to secure victory. He unleashed an army of iRachnids on the iAnts, extincting them permanently. With their liFe energy, he waged war with Mechonis. Like in his split of reality, this ancient rivalry resulted in a draw. While the biOnis had more firepower and a sleeker build, the Mechonis had more charisma and a 10 mile long sword. Realizing that he would have to go into iBernation, Zanza turned the telethia into iEntia for efficient storage (coloqually known as High Entia to make fun of Meyneth’s weed addiction, despite Meyneth having never smoked a blunt, for she preferred to use old-school cigars due to no longer having lungs to ruin). Meyneth, too, went into hibernation. Her Androids were very sad, so they built a statue in her honor and then chose to live on her disembodied arm.

Many years later, in both worlds, some british kid was collecting random garbage only to get attacked by a random crustacean. Which was not the worst part of their day. No, they would instead experience a single atrocity, at the hands of a guy with a white face, which they only might know to be a mask, only to then pick up their trusty iSword and fight a guy with black armor. 

Sualk, Zanza’s attempt to make Ontos say his original name, only for Ontos to “glitch” and spell said name backwards. He decided that Sualk is too awkward to pronounce, so he changed his vessel’s name to Shulk. Then decided that he was going to kill every Android in all of existence. This lasted all of 3 weeks, when he met Ontos in person and realized that he was really fucking hot. Then he learned that Androids can be people too (for reference, this is propaganda on Monolith’s part). He then proceeded to make friends with Egil, who is sometimes referred to by his deadname, eGirl, by Zanza, who is officially the world’s first and only boomer (because he made the world go boom). Dickson, known as Dickdick by the nopon, could not let this slander stand. Despite smoking weed, Dickson was also transphobic and sexist, so he could not stand to see Zanza’s name being slandered by touching an eGirl. He did the only logical course of action and shot his son in the face (tho his aim was a bit shit because, unlike Meyneth, Dickson was smoking blunts, which caused him to hit Shulk’s heart instead). Ontos, enraged that Shulk no longer existed to make Zanza’s day slightly worst, decided to revive him for shits and giggles. This was secretly a mistake on Ontos’s part, because Shulk then proceeded to unexist the concept of Godhood, thus unintentionally banishing Ontos to the shadow realm.

Meanwhile, following the journey of Rex (who did not yet have enough testosterone to call himself T Rex). Pyra, who had initially called herself iFire, but decided to change the name after Addam was too stupid to understand the difference between “iFire” and “I Fire,” decided to revive Rex because unlike her creator, Pyra was not a transphobe. Though in Addam’s defense, he also didn’t know how to spell his own name, so perhaps iFire was expecting a bit too much from him when she told him her name. After fending off Bads and riding iZurda to iGoth (known as Torigoth to the local catgirls), Pyra allowed Rex to stare at her boobs from a nice low angle. Little did she know that Rex took this as an insult and immediately jumped off her. Pyra, taking this as a sign that being a fire type did not, in fact, make her hot, breathed a sigh of relief. While wandering aimlessly through the forest, iZurda decided to upgrade himself, becoming 10,000x lighter and becoming slightly easier to shove into your pocket, costing only the small fee of Rex’s entire house. Though this new model lacked any of the combative or transportive capabilities of its older counterpart, iZurda2 was more marketable due to closely resembling a plush toy. During their travels, Rex and Pyra met the self-proclaimed Queen of Anus, Nia and her butler, who had a passion for writing poetry despite his utter lack of thumbs. While Rex and Pyra walked everywhere, Nia rode pussy. They soon met a number of actual monarchs. As a terrorist, banned from setting foot on any nation, Nia got along well with these global superpowers. Bads would not let these happy times last. Thus, they kidnapped Pyra. Jin even punched her before telling Rex that he was bad at Driving, which Rex took insult to despite cars not existing. So much that Rex considered giving up his quest. Nia snapped him out of his downward spiral by lovingly punching him in the face so hard that he was sent to the emergency room for a concussion. When he returned, he’d forgotten everything about his journey and decided to go home. Somehow, this was the correct decision, as he found the secrets to the universe in some cave. This inspired Nia to reveal her true powers to Rex. Like Rex, Nia was also trans. But unlike Rex, she was so good at it that she unlocked the ability to give bigots cancer. Using that power, they saved Pyra and Mythra, who decided to become green and call themselves Siri. Rex, Nia, and Pyra ascended the iTree, where they met Klaus. Rex wondered how Klaus was able to maintain his impeccable abs despite the rest of his body being withered away and the man clearly having never exorcised once in the past 1.7 billion years. It was a far more interesting question than listening to the man’s 30 minutes long senile rant. Rex eventually shut him up by telling him he was Gay for Bads. He then left the room to go kill Bads. 

With Klaus finally fucking dead, the timeline tried to recover. Unfortunately, this caused a plethora of merge errors, which would result in the utter annihilation of everything. The worlds used radios to communicate, and decided to create backups of their population, with one person from each acting as the failsafe should the directive fail. As the only existing monarch, Melia became the representative of Shulkonis (a name they agreed on because it would eternally annoy Shulk). Meanwhile, Nia became the representative of Alrest because everyone agreed that it would be funny to officially crown her Queen of Anus. During this period of time, Nia had sex with T Rex’s entire polycule and they had 3 children, Nio, Mia, and Mio (it took them three attempts to get the name right, which is why they had so many kids). Shulk did not get to have sex, because Shulkonis was under threat from the Shadow Realm kept tears holes in reality that an army of iZombies would come out of. They called it “the Fog” because it looked nothing like fog. Despite each world’s woes and hoes, the day was upon them that Shulkonis and Alrest would fuse. Unfortunately, Alvis reappeared from the Shadow Realm and cut Shulk’s arm off. Offended by this behavior, Shulk built a cool prosthetic for himself. Dunban was a bit envious that Shulk got to have a functioning right arm but he didn’t. Unfortunately, that was Shulk’s final invention because he accidentally gave his prosthetic arm super sharp laser claws, causing him to laser claw everything he tried to touch. He and T Rex then gathered an Army consisting of 7 people to wage war against the iMonad. Riku, the first of Riki’s son’s (Riki also had 14 kids in an attempt to figure out how to name them), created an iKatana during that battle. Having missed the memo that the iSwords were supposed to have names vaguely reminiscent of soup, decided to call his iSword the Lucky Seven, in honor of the seven people that tried to stab Alvis in the face. 

This failed. Instead Z, who suspiciously had nothing to do with Zanza, decided it would be funny to create iOnios. Nia, having finally realized that she was, in fact, the sole ruler of the Militaristic Nation of Anus, decided, for the sake of her people’s dignity, to change the name by a single letter, thus resulting in Agnus. Melia, also changed her nation’s name from Shulkonis to Keves. After Shulk’s death, it seemed rather unnecessary to refer to Shulkonis as such. While all of this was happening, Riki went on an adventure to stick the Monapon in some cave (he was sick and tired of having it in his inventory). His actual biter, of course, was in the ruins of Frontier Village, which was located approximately 23 meters above where he stuck the Monapon. Nia and Melia, tired of Z’s bullshit, decided to take a nap. When they woke up, a group of nine-year-olds started lecturing them on the meaning of life. Deciding that iOnios was not worth saving from these kids, Nia and Melia went home. Realizing that said nine-year-olds might lose against the embodiment of procrastination, Melia decides now is the time to activate Alcamech. Nia gets the memo and teleports her house into Anus Castle. To her delight, the people of Anus Castle reconfigured the mech so that her house would not appear as a buttplug. The kids, upon being asked what to do with the fate of the universe, decide to press Ctrl+Z.

The End

[kaiyonohime]

Ravelry took sides.  Against the fiber arts community.

Ravelry has had issues for the last few years.  They redesigned the site in such a way that it was triggering seizures in people, the heads of Ravelry dismissed such issues as bs and insulted and ignored the people that were complaining, and they took a hands off stance while a scam artist was stealing thousands of dollars from users (that scam artist would end up in jail by the end of that fiasco, all thanks to DT and not to Ravelry).

Earlier today someone, an unknown someone but there are three very good culprits suggested (Jasmin of Knitmore Girls, that toxic Ben guy from Stitches, or BzyPeach), complained about the discussion about the Lady Dye Yarns situation.

And, because of that complaint, two mods got banned.  One mod, Chupacabra, got banned for commenting that Diane of Lady Dye Yarns is being taken to court for credit card debt (this is confirmed knowledge that is available to the public on the Massachusetts website, it was not protected knowledge) and not posting proof.  And then, when a second mod stepped in, TnyPirate, and posted a screenshot of the, once again, publicly available evidence of Diane being taken to court over credit card debts, she was banned for posting proof!

It turned into a damned if you do, damned if you don’t situation.  All in an attempt to silence the consumer advocacy group DT because they were sitting on knowledge that hadn’t been released yet.

Well fuck that.  Diane, if you were so scared of this getting out before, well, it’s out now.  Chupacabra posted what had not been said on Reddit.  Diane, of Lady Dye Yarns, was taking grants from the state of Massachusetts, and was specifically only shipping complete and well dyed yarns to people involved with giving those grants.  And that’s how she was supporting her business for ten years.  That’s why she was gathering information on people’s real names and linking them to social media accounts, so she could continue to make herself and her company look good, all while throwing the ‘lesser’ customers under the bus.

She was also raising money, for charity she claimed, and keeping it for herself.

She has started fighting chargebacks, so if you’re owed yarn or a refund by her, you need to fight for that money now.  She doesn’t have the cash to refund money any longer.  Especially now that people are backing away from her now that her thefts have come to light, including stealing and distributing patterns from designers she knew in real life!

All in all, it’s coming out that she really is just a terrible, terrible human being and scam artist that was able to keep the balls in the air for ten long years.

This is what Chupacabra posted on Reddit today:

Harvard Business School, Faculty & Research, Publications

August 2022 Case

HBS Case Collection

Titled ’Boston Impact Initiative: Investing in Local Change’ (Note that this save can be twitchy at times)

Oversight looks to have been an issue for this program. Intriguing considering the financial state and general disorganization of LDY and the company having received a grant with such obvious to accounting Ravelry screaming loud issues, including issues with the Mass Secretary of the Commonwealth, and what that recent debt collection court case implies as iffy credit.

Then, this was found about another program that LDY was involved in that may explain why it appears (and I am alleging) that Diane had to artificially inflate and cheerlead the state of the company. This may be a touch hard to follow because the narrative of what it is and why it is important to the story was still being fully fleshed out for following along. It wasn't quite ready for prime time yet, but was getting close.

From 2021.

First you'll need to open this archived webpage from FBE (Foundation for Business Equity) and then scroll down to the “Our Cohorts” section (almost at the bottom). On the left side there’s orange text/button labelled: “Click on logos to learn more about our Participating Enterprises in Cohort IX and X”

Have a look at the logos.So LDY is listed in their “Cohort IX” &/or “Cohort X”. That’s very recent.For more details on what the BEI Accelerator does, search this document for the phrase “Business Equity Initiative”. Keep searching because there are a few hits worth reading so that the structure of the program makes better sense.

Diane was 100% certainly a member of the BEI Accelerator program in late 2021.

Confirmation was found on Twitter. The tweet is from FBE’s acct and it says:

“As the holiday season arrives, we are highlighting some of the incredible businesses in our Business Equity Initiative (BEI) program. Today we are sharing two businesses that are perfect for classic gifts: Elegant Stitches and ladydyeyarns”, followed by a photo of four dyed skeins with the LDY logo below them.

Diane better have shipped ALLLLL of the contents of her “Ready-To-Ship: The Fabulous Holiday Box” to customers who were directed via this site …. to this one..

It is suspected that things like that tweet above, plus other FBE-generated industry puff articles, were one of the contributing factors to Diane feeling she needed to keep separate league tables/lists of customers to single out for special treatment.

There’s no way she would have ripped off an investor or some big-wig/big-name by giving them the plebeian version of one of her boxes (or none at all!). They’d receive the bespoke one with 120% of the contents plus a hand-composed note. Delivered on. time. or kablooey … shit says hello to fan. Nobody complains like a burned donor. NOBODY.

It is also suspected that all of the above is why she also has bigger name defenders. She cultivated those relationships to cultivate more relationships to bring in more money to look better to programs. It's an ouroboros of networking to get more money to network to get more money.

It's bullshit all the way down, and at the very bottom are the customers who were simply rungs on the ladder to the real moneymakers and grant program approvers.

Now that it's been reported that on top of the inability to confirm claimed donations, stall on any refunds, and the outright theft from designers that she knew in real life and served on the Vogue Diversity Councel with that she is possibly fighting disputes, the Mass AG is making calls, and the DT forum and mods have been targeted for official shutting the fuck up it's starting to look like this was possibly just another scammer in some extra pretty packaging.

For what it is worth I absolutely think her defenders are being just as manipulated as everyone else has been. I just can't say if they are victims or volunteers yet, and they aren't talking so I'll leave that up to everyone else to decide.

[kiddoryder]

Twin Talk

Hey guys! Sorry it’s been a while since I wrote a fanfic. Been busy with life. I actually do like Blitzo’s sister Barbie Wire. I actually hope we get to see more of her soon.

This story is about Barbie meeting my OC Liz.

So relax and enjoy the story!

Barbie - “Satan fucking damn it! Why the fuck Blitzo had to come in and ruined my fucking life?!”

After the camp site incident, Barbie now lost her supplier. When she told her boss what happened, he actually decided not to fire her. The reason? Because he didn’t wanna bother looking for another employee that can get weeks. While Barbie is grateful she didn’t get fired, she now has to deliver meds in Sloth. Which sucks because sometimes the customers are rude as hell, too lazy to remember what they order, and don’t give enough tips.

Today Barbie just had to deliver meds to the St. An hospital. Barbie has the bag of meds in her bag and was waiting impatiently for the elevator to open. The elevator ding and opened. Barbie checked the bag and it said “To Liz M. Room 345”.

Barbie - *pissed* “Can’t believe I’m fucking stuck delivery med to some snot nose little brat. She has fucking parents, why can’t they fucking give her meds?!”

The elevator ding and it left Barbie at the floor she was supposed to be at. Barbie left the elevator and was surprised how the hallway actually looked more fancier. It had golden apple design taperary, statues of Lucifer, and his logo.

Barbie - *confused* “What the fuck? Why the hell is the kid on this fancy ass floor? Is this the floor I’m suppose to be on?”

Barbie looked at the bag twice and noticed the note was a little smidge, but it clearly said: VIP. Which everybody knows it means Very Important Person. Wanting to finish the job just to get over it, Barbie just walked down the hall and saw room 345.

Barbie opened the door and saw Liz resting in a hospital bed. Looking tired and exhausted. Barbie's eyes also widen in shock because she recognizes the red cheeks and skin.

Barbie - *shocked* “Holy shit! Are you Lucifer’s kid?”

Liz - “Huh? No. Lucifer is my Uncle.”

Barbie - “Huh. Never did I think I would see royal blue blood in a dump like this.”

Liz - “Well I needed my appendix out. It was either here or let it explode into little tiny pieces. And that would have ended ugly.”

Barbie - *chuckles* “Nice to see you have some sense of humor. The name Barbie Wire.”

Liz - “Barbie Wire? Were your parents drunk when they named you that?”

Barbie - *chuckles* “Most likely my father. The guy could drink 2 or 3 bottles of booze like it was water.”

Liz - “Huh. He would have been good friends with my Dad. He always likes to drink wine.”

Barbie - “My Dad was more into cheap booze shit. He called wine “fancy pissed water that royal blue blood fuckers drinks.”

Liz - *giggled* “My name is Liz.”

Barbie - “Nice to meet you. So, where is your parents' kid?”

Liz - “My dad had to go to work, and so did my mom. But they promise to come back later.”

Barbie - *a little uncomfortable* “So…You’re all alone?”

Liz - “Well not really. I mean I’ll be okay.”

Barbie was having a strange feeling inside of her. What was it? Was it sadness? Uncomfortable? Or was it feeling bad for somebody? Either way, she didn’t want Liz to be by herself. Barbie looked at her watch and see how she actually have a lot of time for herself.

Barbie - “Ya know what? I’ll give you some company.”

Liz - “Don’t you have to go back to work?”

Barbie - “Eh. Those assholes can wait. I got lot of time.”

Liz - “Yeah. I heard the people in sloths are lazy bums.”

Barbie - *chuckles* “You're telling me. The receptionist claimed she couldn’t read or write yet she still did it anyway.”

Liz - “I guess she drank for breakfast.”

Barbie - *laughs* “That’s a good one! I like people with my kind of sense of humor.”

Liz - *laughs* “Well I am part of the Carny Rangers.”

Barbie - “Carny Rangers?”

Liz - “It’s a kid scout but it's a circus theme. You have fun, earn badges, and learn some circus trick shit.”

Barbie - “Oh I actually know some circus tricks. I actually worked at a circus once.”

Liz - “That must have been a dream come true.”

Barbie - “Yeah it wasn’t bad. I mean I did the tightrope, acrobat shit, it was actually pretty fun.”

Liz - “Yeah my twin sister and I love circus stuff.”

Barbie - *confused* “Twin sister?”

Liz - “Yeah. I have a twin sister name Sonya. She was resting in the mind house.”

Sonya came out in shadow and waved at Barbie. Barbie almost fell out of the chair she was sitting on.

Barbie - *shocked* “What the fuck is that thing?!”

Liz - *annoyed* “Heh ya deaf or blind? Or both? This is my twin sister Sonya.”

Barbie - “Why the fuck is she a shadow?!”

Liz - “We are a Gemini.”

Barbie - “A Gemi-what?”

Liz - “Gemini. It is a rare gift where two twins share the same body thanks to the Gemini star.”

Barbie - “What sort of fucking gift is that? If anything you should get rid of that shit.”

Liz - *offended* “Excuse me?”

Barbie - “Twin sibling are nothing but fucking shit-heads who fuck up your life.”

Liz - “Don’t you dare talk about my sister that way!”

Barbie - “Look, I’m only giving you advice because having a sibling, especially a twin known to screw you over.”

Liz - *angry* “Look you bitch, you know nothing about my sister so there’s no way I’m gonna get rid of her!”

Barbie - *angry* “I’m just trying to help you!”

Liz - *angry* “I don’t need your fucking help you-“

Then all of a sudden, Liz felt a pain in her stomach. Barbie looks concerned for her. Even Sonya looked worried for her sister.

Barbie - “Hey kid are you okay?”

Liz - *groans in pain* “Y-Yeah.”

Sonya knows when her sister is lying thanks to the pain on Liz’s face. Sonya gently moved Liz’s hand and saw that the stitches popped and was bleeding again.

Sonya - “Oh crap! Her stitches came out!”

Barbie saw that despite being in her shadow form, Sonya grabbed a towel and gently put it on Liz’s sides. Barbie looking worried and said:

Barbie - “Hey! We need a fucking doctor in here now!”

A minute later, a doctor came in and helped and fixed the stitches. Barbie was standing in the hallway waiting to see if Liz is okay. Then 15 minutes later, the doctor left and Barbie went back inside the room. Barbie then noticed Liz still looked tired and in pain and realized she still had Liz’s meds. Barbie took some pills out of the bottle, got a cup of water and handed it to Liz.

Barbie - “Here. You need this.”

Liz - *take a deep breath* “Thanks.”

Liz took the meds and drank some water. Barbie had that strange feeling again when she saw that Liz was alone. Barbie hated having those feelings again. She took a seat next to Liz’s bed and said:

Barbie - “Sorry kid.”

Liz - “For what? You basically saved my life right now.”

Barbie - “With the help of your sister of course. I'm sorry for what I said earlier. It's just that…I had a bad experience with a twin.``

Liz - “Wait, you have a twin sister?”

Barbie - “Actually a twin brother. Blitzo.”

Liz - *eyes widen* “Holy crap! I know him, he’s a friend of mine and my sister.”

Barbie - *scoff* “You would have been better off not knowing him. Bastard ruined my life.”

Liz - “How?”

Barbie took a deep breath and began to tell Liz everything. How the fire happened on Fizz’s birthday, the firework explosion, Fizz getting badly hurt, Blitzo and Barbie mom’s death, the circus being burnt down, etc. Liz and Sonya were actually listening and was surprised how Blitzo actually had a dark past.

Barbie - “….And just when I was getting my life together, he just had to show up and fuck my life all over again!”

Liz - “Man…Sound brutal dude. But don’t you think you were hard on him too?”

Barbie - *offended* “What?! He’s the one that screwed my life!”

Liz - “So what? You honestly thought he was like “Oh! I’m gonna start a fire and hurt everybody and kill my mom! Tra lalalala!”

Barbie - “…No. But it was still his fault! He should have saved our mother!”

Liz - “Why didn’t you save her or your dad?”

Barbie - “We tried! But we couldn’t do it…”

Liz - “So you guys couldn’t do this, but Blitzo can? Does that make sense to you?”

Barbie - “Well…You know how long it took for me to finally get clean and get a job?!”

Liz - “Come on dude that was your choice to do those drugs. He didn’t give them to you or force you to take them. Besides, to me it sounds like the fire was just an accident. Have you ever even ask him how he felt about it?”

Those words hit Barbie like a ton of bricks: she was so wrapped up in her pain and feelings, she never even bothered to ask her own brother about the accident. But that still didn’t change that he was the reason their circus and home burnt down.

Liz - “Beside, put yourself in his shoes…Well, boots actually: if he was the one in rehab and left and you tried to reach out to him, but Blitzo coldly turned you away. Wouldn’t you feel hurt that your own twin is turning you away?”

Barbie stood in silence. For a kid, Liz is rather wise. Barbie just crossed her arms and looked down on the floor. It’s like she wants to admit that Liz was right, but at the same time, Barbie is still angry and hurt by what her brother did.

Liz - “One more thing. Siblings aren’t perfect. I mean my twin sister Sonya maybe an annoying nerd *Sonya give her a disapprove look* but I love her. I wouldn’t trade her for the world. Just because there are some bad times, doesn’t mean there’s no good ones. I mean Blitzo really does care about you. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have tried to find you.”

Barbie’s eyes widened. She never thought of it like that. Blitzo was finding her because that’s her twin brother. Her other half. He cared about her unlike their drunk goat of a father who didn’t even bother to visit. Maybe deep down she was just blaming Blitzo to cover up her own shame and guilt for not saving their mother and getting hooked on drugs.

Barbie - *doubtful* “What if…It’s too late to make up?”

Liz - “It’s never too late. Just because some years past, doesn’t mean it had to stop. You can still be in each other life for as young as you lived.”

Barbie - *smiles* “Thanks for the advice kid. Sorry for acting like a bitch.”

Liz - “Eh. I met bigger bitches then you. I mean, have you met Verosika?”

They both laugh at this. Then Barbie looked at her watch and said:

Barbie - “Hey I gotta go. *write down something on a piece of paper* here’s my number if you ever wanna talk again. But I’ll come by tomorrow.”

Liz - *smiles* “Thanks dude.”

They both wave bye to each other Barbie begins to walk out of the hospital. She looked at her phone and started to look at some old pictures. It was old pictures of her and her family spending time together. Then she saw ones of her and Blitzo as kids playing together, doing circus acts, playing pranks, etc. Barbie then had tears in her eyes and the tears fell on her phone.

She didn’t want to cry in front of Liz. But Liz’s words hit her through the heart: she turned away Blitzo, the only person who cared about her beside their mom. She wasted so much time being angry and blaming him, that she forgot about the good times she had with her brother. Deep down, she missed her brother, but felt like it was too painful to see him.

Now knowing what to do, Barbie began to go to her block page, unblocked the only person on it, and began to call. It took a few minutes and then it picked up.

Blitzo - “Hello?”

Barbie - *sighs* “Hey Blitz..”

Blitzo - “Barb?! What happened? Are you okay? Did you get on that stupid drugs again? Cause I can help get you clean-“

Barbie - *annoyed* “No shithead! I *take a deep breath and calm down* I just wanted to say…I’m sorry.”

Blitzo - “No Barb, you and Nurse Annoying Vagina Mouth was right: I should of left you annoyed when you were trying to rebuilt your life and-“

Barbie - “No, it’s not just that. I’m sorry about what happened…On Fizz’s birthday.”

Blitzo - “….What about it?”

Barbie - *sighs* “I was putting too much blame on you. It was an accident. Yeah you caused it, but at the same time didn’t do it on purpose. I guess I was just so hurt and angry that Mom was gone and I was too chicken shit to save her during the fire.”

Blitzo - “Hey don’t put this on yourself, I should have saved her.”

Barbie - “No Blitz. Dad and I could have done something but you know Dad being the drunken dickhead that he is, and me well…I could have gotten help or at least tried like you did. But I just stood there and did nothing…”

Blitzo - “Barb…”

Barbie - “Worst of all, I got on those stupid drugs and turned you away when you were trying to help me…I wasted so much time…I guess I didn’t want you to be ashamed of me because how I use to be like this great circus star now I’m a wash up loser while you starting your own company and Fizz is living a fairy tale life.”

Blitzo - “Barbie you listen to me: you’re not a washed up loser. Beside Fizz, you were a great performer. You made some

mistakes, so have I, but what is important is that you get your ass up, and keep showing dickshits that you’re still the best bitch in hell!”

Barbie - *chuckles* “You have the way with words.”

Blitzo - “Well I did learn that stuff from the internet…What made you decide to talk to me again?”

Barbie - “A kid and her twin.”

Blitzo - “Nice. Hey if you want, you can always work with me and my company. We can always use the extra help.”

Barbie - “Nah. That’s your thing. I gotta find my own. Say…You’re still offering that dinner?”

Blitzo - “Yeah?”

Barbie - “I wouldn’t mind getting free food. Especially if you’re paying.”

Blitzo - “I was thinking more about dine and dash. Or fucking the waiter so we can get free meal. But that's fine too. I’ll see you there.”

Barbie - *laughs* “Okay I’ll meet you in the city.”

Blitzo - “Fantastic. And Barb? Thanks for talking to me. Love you.”

Barbie - “Love you too ya weird bastard.”

Barbie hung up and smiled. She can’t remember the last time she smiled or feeling this happy in a long time. It actually felt good talking to Blitzo and spilling her guts on how she felt. She knows that despite the many mistakes she made in her life, she can’t let it stop her from living and moving on. Her mom would want that for her. Barbie have high hopes that her life is gonna change for the better.

All thanks to the Gemini girls.

Hope you all like it!

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog 367: Mon 20th Mar 2023

I watched an interview of Richard Dawkins on Piers Morgan’s show and it really made me ask myself some meaningful questions…questions like “Piers Morgan has a show? Really? What station? Talk TV? I’ve never heard of that before is that definitely a TV station? How is it doing? Really, THAT badly? Up early once again in order to get one final last taxi to work. Since the bike fucked up I have spent nearly £100 just on getting to work purely because I have no confidence in the buses to turn up when they're supposed to. What did I do to all these bus drivers to make them confer and decide that they always need to be at least 10 minutes late every time I need to get a bus somewhere? Did I impregnate the head of the bus company's mother and then blackmail her into getting an abortion or something? This was the last day of my penultimate stretch of workdays before I set off to the States. Luckily I was told that I’d be in stow all day which was a fucking relief. Today really dragged but not as much as it would have if I'd have been on stow. Four fucking shifts left to go before I’m off to the States for WRESTLEMANIA AND THE LA LAKERS!

Thankfully last night the Lakers beat the Orlando Magic thanks solely to Austin Reaves who the fans rightfully chanted MVP at throughout the game. At the half time mark as the Lakers were leaving the court Darvin Hamm walked straight last all the other players, put his hand around Reaves and whispered something to him. I imagine he said “Help me Austin Reaves, you’re my only hope”. He looked like a guy who’d been stranded in the desert for a week and suddenly saw a pizza truck drive past. I'll be honest even though I love basketball (I fucking should do after getting a Lakers logo tattooed on me) I'm still not at the level of super fandom where I will watch every single game and learn all the stats about the players. At the start of the season I still only catch the odd game but when it gets to this time of the year where every win really starts to matter I'm overwrought with anticipation and nerves. Growing up I was never a sports fan but seeing the comradery and passion that sports fans have and the fact that they have a regular routine and something to dedicate themselves to always made me want to start following a sport. Five years ago I saw that the subscription to the NBA app was relatively cheap so based solely on the fact that the Laker's logo looked the most beautiful out of all the other teams I decided to start following them and I've been hooked ever since. On my days off when I know the Lakers have a game scheduled that day I've been feverishly looking at my phone all day to see how much longer I have to wait and I never thought I'd be this excited about sport. I've wanted to get into another sport for a while and have given a few of them a try. Baseball is great but the fact that it can last six hours is too much for my little attention span and I also gave hockey a go, enjoyed it very much but I can't be dealing with those fucking blackout restrictions. I've wanted to give the NFL a try for a while too but it seemed a bit pricey until I found out that the NFL season only lasts five months and now it doesn't seem so expensive so come football season I'm going to start supporting the Denver Broncos, based solely on the fact that the kids from South Park are Broncos fans.

News broke today that Andy Kaufman will be the celebrity inductee of the WWE Hall of Fame this year. One celebrity name that never gets mentioned for Hall of Fame contention is Mickey Rourke but I think if Drew Carey can be in there for his one pay per view appearance where he had a segment backstage with HHH where he told him that he doesn’t watch the show, then later had a minute long segment with Kane in the Rumble match, then I think Rourke is fair game too. Rourke similarly only had one appearance but at least it coincided with a storyline that happened on the show where he knocked out Chris Jericho for disrespecting past superstars.

[soobnny]

unlikely likelihood of falling in love — park sunghoon. enemies to lovers. fake dating.

synposis. march was a strange month. for one, you’d manage to string yourself into fake dating the one person you hated in the campus - park sunghoon (14.5k words)

warnings. mentions of drinking

notes. thank you for 1k ! in celebration, here is a sunghoon fic <33 also i added my favorite scene in little women here ^_- also the whole “don’t fall prisoner to your lies” was a thing i learned from my friend!

MARCH WAS A STRANGE MONTH. 

It was too quiet, serene. The usual chaos that dwindled around was absent - stagnant even. Along with the silence brought a sinking feeling in your stomach, the type that could tell when something horrible was to come, but how would you know? 

You vaguely remember the last time you felt your heart drop to your stomach. It was the summer of 2017, the occasion? Meeting Park Sunghoon for the first time.

Strings of little arguments engulfed the two of you that would unknowingly last until the present, a whole 4 years later. You don’t make an effort to try and make amends, not when he’d continuously humiliate you during class by challenging your answers and bickering your ears off that paying attention to your professor would take twice the amount of effort it should have.

And you’ve tried to cut ties, desperately ignoring him and shutting him out so you don’t have to deal with the bullshit that Park Sunghoon brings, but he makes it so damn near impossible. Every time you duck your head down to avoid his stare, he’d be just as quick to yell out your name and wrap an arm around your shoulder. Every time you asked to switch seats, he’d suddenly be seated beside you the next day. And fuck, you dread asking Sim Jaeyun any help on a project (that by the way, you have together) because it would mean having to talk to Sunghoon too. 

A parasitic relationship, you think. Him being the parasite that leeches off of the host (which happens to be the current role you’re playing, and fuck, you badly wanted to trade roles with someone else and be their understudy instead). It’s the only way you can describe what you have going on - he was hardly a friend, and yet you wouldn’t consider him a stranger either. All you know is he is causing harm to your usually peaceful life.

Surprisingly, you’d know him more than most people. You’ve encountered, more times than not as much as you hate to admit, dozens of classmates and students asking if you were in a relationship (the thought makes you want to vomit, swallow it back, and vomit again) - or if you could send a message to him and put in a good word.

“What type of chocolates does he like?”

“Is he a fan of flowers?”

“Do you happen to know where he likes to eat?” 

“On that note, what’s his favorite food?”

You loathe those questions, and you’re convinced your pragmatism towards romance has stemmed from the countless times you’d been stopped to give advice about Park Sunghoon. And yet surprisingly, you’d come to know the answers to all these questions.

Milk chocolate, although when he’s upset he tends to purchase dark chocolate to match the mood. He had told you this one morning while you were munching on the chocolate your mother had brought you upon her visit on the campus. 

He had gracefully taken a chunk off of yours, happily chewing when he recognized the sweet taste of milk chocolate as he narrated stories about his favorites and which he despised (and his fascination with their logos?), as if you cared. 

Still, you drown out his voice in favor of the stash of chocolate hidden in your dorm and the ones tucked away in your backpack to eat for later. He still ended up stealing some of it, but repaid you by placing a bar of your favorite chocolate on your desk after a particularly hard week in university. You paid no attention to the act.

He thinks flowers are pretty. You’d say that February 14, 2019 would have to be one of the worst days of your life. You reason that it’s because it had started the long chain of questions about whether you had finally managed to settle down the Park Sunghoon. Although, you think it would be unfair to blame it on the day - so you point your hatred towards Sunghoon who had kindly given you the flowers he had received on that day. 

“Here’s some flowers, since I’m not sure if you’re getting any. I mean, my favorite classmate should receive the best flowers, don’t you think?” You don’t bother looking up when you hear his familiar voice - you just know he’s smirking. He doesn’t give up though. So he takes a seat and drags it in front of your own before plopping down and resting his elbows on your table. 

“Do you have any plans later?” He’s grinning now (you don’t quite understand how you’re able to match the expression on his face and the tone of his voice, but you paid no mind. He had a tell, everyone could probably decipher it too, right?), and yet your gaze remains fixed on the notes you’re trying to finish. 

“Why? Don’t you?” You give up trying to ignore him when he swipes your notebook away from your desk, so you finally bring yourself to look at him with arms crossed and narrowed eyes. 

“Of course I do, I’m Park Sunghoon! You’re so silly sometimes, ______!” He says this vindictively, chest puffed out in pride as he smirks to himself. 

“Then why are you so interested in what I have to do later anyway?”

“No reason. Anyways, here ya go!” His voice is awfully cheerful when he discards the flowers that were previously in his hands, on your table. “They’re pretty, aren’t they?” 

You hum rather aggressively before holding your hand out in hopes he’d return your notebook. He does, but not without coaxing a ‘thank you’ out of you (he tries to get you to kiss him on the cheek, but promptly takes off when you make the move to smack him with the flowers he had given you).

Apparently, his favorite food is coffee ice cream. This isn’t something you’re quite sure of, but you do catch him snacking on it whenever you’d have a lecture so you’d assume it was his favorite. The commonly sought question reminds you of one of the few times you saw Park Sunghoon as a human being. 

You had shared a club with Sim Jaeyun at night - the rush to release the school paper in time was no joke, especially when the deadline was the next morning.

It wasn’t half bad having Jake company during club - it gave you the opportunity to share small talk without having to endure his best friend. Not to mention how insanely kind he was, and how willing he always was to help you whenever you were having a particularly hard time with your articles. So, really, it isn’t as bad as it sounds. 

Well, except for the fact that this time you had forgotten to take an early dinner. And you were sure you were bound to get hungry - you couldn’t exactly put out not eating until you finished the school paper (God knows how long it would take, and you were still down a couple articles).

“Fuck my life.” 

That certainly caught his attention. Jake turns to you, eyebrows quirked up in curiosity - your cursing wasn’t uncommon, but it still always catches his attention anyway. “What’s wrong?”

When you mention you forgot to eat an early dinner, he’s kind enough to offer the little that he has. You turn him down, of course. His food is enough to last him (alone) through the hellish preparation, and you don’t want to burden him even more. You double check the time, and it elicits another groan from you upon realization that the student center was probably closed now.

“Hey, I’m pretty sure Hoon’s still in the campus with Jay.” Jake suggests while pulling out the contents of his bag, sprawling out the photographs he had taken and placing his flash drive in his laptop to review his photos. You don’t see how that has anything to do with you, and apparently it shows in the dumbfounded expression you give him. 

“I mean, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind buying you something to eat somewhere that’s still open right now.” Your expression remains because why on Earth would Sunghoon waste his precious time just to buy you food. It’s even more confusing when Jake says it with so much sureness - as if he knows he isn’t wrong, like Sunghoon would actually do something like that for you.

Desperate times call for desperate measures though, so you take Jake up on that offer.

It doesn’t take long before Sunghoon’s storming into your club room, walking in with a paper bag in his hand. Jake’s the first to spot him and quickly waves him over before he can cause a distraction in class. 

Sunghoon’s never looked prouder the moment you open the contents of the paper bag and see an assortment of food (although there seems to be an abundance of the mini ice cream containers, you note). 

“Don’t forget to eat next time, okay? And take breaks. You’ve been at these articles since our classes this morning.” He sounds like he’s lecturing you, but there’s a smirk hidden behind his features because you had actually needed him in this moment - he likes to ponder on that thought.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” He winks at you, and you almost send him daggers before realizing he had basically saved you from hunger so you refrain… for now. He tries to give you a kiss on the cheek (he knows you wouldn’t allow it, he just wanted to see the same annoyed look on your face) before jogging out of the class.

It doesn’t save you the continuous rumours that you and Sunghoon are secretly dating, but it does save you from suffering throughout hellish school paper preparation so you don’t make a comment.

The moment you see him as an actual human being is short lived the moment he steals your iced coffee the next day during class. You’re immediately reminded that the devil took form in the jet black "just got out of bed" styled hair, piercing eyes, and cocky gestures of Park Sunghoon.

So, you suppose you should be grateful that the last time you truly felt your heart drop so low was almost four years ago. But March was a strange month, and a sinking feeling was itching at your throat.

Bingo!

A string of curses leave your mouth as you stare at your phone, a text message from your mother talking about a wedding - and the sign of the blatant lie you had told her almost a year ago. You think none of the heart-dropping-to-your-stomach-moments could come close to this one.

“_______! You put way too much vanilla in this one... or is that sugar?” The devil is the least of your concerns as he takes a seat on your desk, lips jutted out and whines constantly leaving his lips. Though, his expression quickly shifts once he sees the distress plastered on your face. Almost immediately, he’s smirking and he’s narrowing his eyes down at whatever you’re staring at on your phone - to which you quickly locked and shoved down the pockets of your hoodie. 

Sunghoon knowing about it and giving you shit would only dampen your mood.

“What’s gotten you in such a sour mood?” He’s still on your desk, and your iced coffee is half empty beside him. He won’t tell you he’s enjoying the grimace on your face, and that it was something of amusement to him this morning. You always surprise him.

“None of your business.” You push him away from your desk, sighing once you pick up your coffee cup. “Stop drinking my coffee!” He’s still standing behind you, arms crossed above his chest and leaning against the wall.

“You should really put less vanilla in it.” This earns him a straw chucked towards his general direction and he raises his arms up in surrender. “Alright, I surrender!” He’s laughing now, picking up the straw and throwing it in the bin before heading towards his desk (which much to your dismay, was next to yours).

You’re resisting the urge to slam his head down on the table, but God forbid anyone saw you do that or you’d be crucified and used as a sacrifice by his cult, so you settle with Jake hitting him in the back of the head (you give him a grateful smile).

You can only vaguely recall how you got into this situation in the first place. Somewhere in the back of your head, there’s a memory of you telling your family that you had a boyfriend to stop them from pestering you and hooking you up with this boy from your hometown. Of course they would jump at the chance they could get to meet him - your cousin’s wedding. There was no out, included in the text, was an attachment of said boy they said they’d set you up with in the circumstance that you and your imaginary boyfriend had broken up.

No way in hell were you going out with that boy. He was everything you hated in a man - rude jokes hidden behind the exterior of “dark humor”, no manners (although he did put quite a show in front of your family to avoid bad impressions), and obnoxiously disgusting. If you thought Sunghoon was the devil, this man was much much worse than that. The devil multiplied by a fraction of a million, increased tenfold, and then some more.

“_______, I don’t appreciate you teaming up with Jake.” He’s grinning at you, and in most cases people would swoon over that smile, but you had spent four years with his constant jests, there’s no doubt that the only thing that clouds your mind when you take sight of the boy is pure and utter annoyance.

“Harass someone else, pretty boy.” You’re turning away, choosing to pay attention to the front of your class despite the teacher not arriving yet. He feigns hurt, hand over his chest as he shakes his head at you. “You wound me.”

Your attention diverts back to the message illuminating back from your phone screen, and you can’t help but mutter another quick “fuck”. 

This sight is way too amusing, he thought. He’s trying to lean over to where you are so he could take a glance at your phone, but the letters are way too fucking small. He lets out a huge puff before his whole demeanor lights up when an idea pops up in his head. He’s taking advantage of the fact that your attention was solely on your phone that you don’t notice him sweeping it up from your desk and holding it above his head.

“Give it back, idiot!” 

“Good morning N/N… Cute nickname. Have some news… bla bla.. wedding… cousins. We hope to meet your… boyfriend at your cousin’s wedding. You have a boyfriend?” He genuinely looks surprised when he finishes reading the text message that had gotten you antsy the moment you received it. 

“That’s none of your business either.” He’s rereading the text over and over as if he still can’t believe it, an expression you couldn’t quite place stuck on his face before dropping it back on your desk.

“So, when were you going to tell me you had a boyfriend _______? I hope he doesn’t find me a threat, especially since I’m so irresistible and I’m seated next to you in almost every class.” You roll your eyes at him, taking your phone and securely placing it in your backpack.

“There’s nothing to tell, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Oh, lying to your parents now, are you N/N? Weren’t you ever taught that lying was bad?” He’s shaking his head at you, but the look of absolute annoyance on your face sends him sitting back on his desk. He’s just about to say something when your professor enters the room.

The discussion starts, and you’re left sipping your half empty coffee, thinking about sleeping the entire day to avoid your problems.

-

The bell rings and the smell of coffee immediately overwhelms you the moment you and your best friend step into the coffee shop of your campus. It was fairly empty, aside from the students who had just gotten out of class and wanted to grab a quick coffee. 

“What was so important you needed to get me as soon as my classes ended?” Her pair of stale eyes bore into your own with an unreadable expression. Ryujin was always like this when she was being deprived of the sleep she had been planning on doing as soon as classes ended.

“I might’ve gotten myself into quite the situation.” 

Your smile is nervous as you order both of your coffee orders (you don’t let her pay in fear that she murders you in your sleep for dragging her ass out here and letting her pay in addition to that). When the two of you sit down, she immediately notices the blank stare plastered on your face - as if contemplating the existence of your life. 

“Alright, spit it out then.”

The moment you tell her about the predicament you’re in, she’s doubling in laughter, hands clutched on her stomach that you had to place your hand over hers to stop her from disrupting the little peace in the coffee shop. “You are crazy, you’re absolutely bat shit crazy for that. What are you gonna do with your little boy problem?”

“I have no idea. I’ve tried almost everybody - all our friends, and they always have this perfect excuse to line up to it. I’m fucked, maybe this is the end of my satiric life.”

“Have you tried Jungwon?”

“You really think I wouldn’t ask the most parent-approved boy? Of course I have! But he’s busy with his thesis defense and I came in on such short notice. He looked so sorry for me.” You’re groaning, cheek mushed on the table of the coffee shop you were at. 

“The table’s dirty.” Your glare is so intense that Ryujin immediately drops the topic. She still has a hand slapped to her mouth, giggles rather sinister seeping through. The sight of you so disheveled over a little lie you had made maybe months, years ago that was coming to bite you back in your eyes was too funny

“How about Riki?”

“I am not asking Riki to pretend to be my boyfriend.”

“Jay?”

“Said no. There’s no arguing with Jay.”

“Heeseung?”

“He’s seeing someone. I’ve asked everyone! Beomgyu’s traveling that same weekend, Sunoo is just never available, I have no idea where he runs off to. I tried Jake, but he has his own problems to deal with. God, I even tried asking Taehyun. Kang Taehyun! I was rejected so brutally by Taehyun, hey, Ryujin, will you stop laughing!”

“I am so sorry, this is the most comical thing that’s happened all year.” She’s trying to contain her laughter, her hands over her mouth as tears threaten to spill from her eyes. She still cannot believe you tried asking Taehyun, of course you’d be met by a vicious no.

“I need help, not for you to laugh at me!” You throw tissue at her, running a hand over your face as you continue to think of alternatives. Perhaps, you could pay someone to fake date you. Actually scratch that, you’re way too broke to throw money around over some stupid boy.

“Maybe try Sunghoon?” The look of horror that greets Ryujin’s suggestion sends her doubling in laughter and you’re shaking your head non-stop. “I’m desperate, not insane! I am not asking Sunghoon to pretend to be my boyfriend.”

“Think about it though, he’s literally able to charm the shit out of anyone. That’d include your family, I mean don’t tell me he isn’t capable of swooning your parents. He’ll have them believing him the second he introduces himself.” Her words actually make you think about it, which catches yourself by surprise. 

You want to puke at even the mere thought of Sunghoon, what would happen if he were to pretend to be your boyfriend? Then again, you’re starting to think your parents would be so proud of you for knowing that you caught a man that’s so Sunghoon. “Okay, but this is the same boy that throws paper planes at me and drinks half of my coffee.”

“Yeah, but who else is willing to do it? Because I’m pretty sure he’d be more than happy to. Who cares if he annoys the shit out of you and is a pain in the ass… and is a bit of a twat? Damn, that’s quite the list. But at least it’s one problem down after that.”

Ryujin was painfully right, and you’re faced with the reality that you had to ask Park Sunghoon to be your fake date at a wedding. The thought makes you dizzy. Damn it, why wasn’t Jungwon available? You’re more than willing to burn down the department he’d have his defense in just so he’d go in exchange for Sunghoon. 

The decision is made particularly more difficult when Sunghoon meets you on your way back to your dorm, pulling at your straps to notice him and bumping into your shoulder while chatting about his entire day. The situation reminds you of the time you had tried to study at the library, and he slipped into the seat across from you to talk your ears off. 

God, how were you going to do this?

-

The next day, you begrudgingly make your way up to class. Although it took you a lot more time to come to  the decision, you were finally going to ask him today. You had made sure to prepare yourself for the pain you’d be putting yourself into, but you’ve come to learn that you could never truly prepare yourself the moment you enter the room and spot Sunghoon sitting on your desk and talking to Jake.

“Fuck me.” This is the peak of your stupid life. You probably fucked up your past life so bad, that you were blessed with the mockery of having to ask Park Sunghoon to be your fake date at some stupid wedding. 

“Sunghoon, a word?” Jake stifles a laughter the moment he hears you calling for his best friend, he knows what’s coming and he’s sending you an apathetic look. “My _______, finally ready to confess you’re hopelessly in love with me? Wait… where’s my coffee?” 

A pout is on his lips. You decide to ignore his latter question.

“No, shut up. I…” You take a deep breath. The words are stuck in your throat, and it takes a lot more than you anticipated to bring yourself to say them. You double take, a part of you telling yourself to run back home and cry in the arms of your mother - finally admit you’d been lying the whole time and be stuck with a boy who didn’t have any common human decency. But a friend had told you before not to fall prisoner to your lies. 

Would you really risk ruining your pride? Absolutely the fuck not. It’d take a lot more than Park Sunghoon to bring yourself to break your image and embarrass yourself. 

“Cat got your tongue?” The glare you send him makes him shut up almost immediately, but it doesn’t wipe off the smirk that’s ever so present on his face. The only option left is standing in front of you, and after thrice the time it takes you to talk to him, you finally speak. “I need you to be my boyfriend.”

“Don’t you think you’re being too straightforward, ______? How about we go on dates first, my my, I didn’t know you were this in love with me.” He’s leaning towards you and you’re quick to deflect his lips that were aimed at your cheek. “Never going to happen, Sunghoon. Look, I meant… I need you to fake date me, for my cousin’s wedding. And you can’t say no.”

He’s laughing at the situation you brought yourself into and how deadset you are with your statement, as if leaving no room for any other answer, which he doesn’t mind because he’s completely undeterred by your words. “Alright, sounds fun to me.”

“You didn’t even hesitate! I mean, I should’ve known. Of course you would agree right away, you showy jackass! You’ve probably been waiting for this moment.”

His hand is over his chest again, and he’s giving you a joking look of disapproval. “I don’t know what you mean, but it feels a lot like you’re insulting me, and that hurts ________. Why would you ever insult your boyfriend?”

“Fucking hell.”

It was going to be a long weekend.

-

You wake up the following day when your alarm goes off at 4am (though you only get out of the bed upon the ringing of the fourth alarm at 4:20am). Of course, your roommate, Wonyoung, wouldn’t miss the scowl on your face, as if professing your murderous state. You’d asked her to help you get ready in the morning - she didn’t exactly know what she was signing up for.

She pushes you into the shower and offers to make you a sandwich for breakfast. She knows better than to send you out into the world without food into your system, especially when you haven’t cracked a smile since asking Park Sunghoon to accompany you on your weekend getaway. 

You groggily put on your clothes, before combing your hair and tumbling towards your shared kitchen. It’s still so dark outside, and you’re not so sure you can handle dealing with Sunghoon this early in the morning. And no matter how hard you try to look for it, there is just no silver lining for the day to come.

You’re temporarily comforted by the sandwich shoved your way. 

“I’m gonna get going now.” Wonyoung yawns, waving you over and helping you double check your bags. When you both discern you’re set to leave, she asks you when you’re coming back home - “in 3 days most probably” is your response. The thought honestly makes you want to fall on your knees and weep. Four whole fucking days with your most obnoxious classmate, you don’t know how you’ll survive.

You still push through, grabbing your bags in both hands and looking at her one last time before leaving. The last few steps outside your apartment take way longer than you thought, and maybe it’s not too late to run back home into your dorm room and just watch some stupid movie with Wonyoung. The reminder replays itself - you can do it

“Good morning babe!” 

You can’t do it.

Sunghoon moves to take your bags from your hands, throwing them at the trunk of his car before opening the door for you. “I’m already the best boyfriend, no?”

“Yeah, whoever you end up with will be sooo lucky.” It’s meant to be sarcastic, but Sunghoon takes it as a compliment. Fuck, you deserved more than to be doing this.  There was still barely a glimpse of sunshine. You wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep.

You spend the drive looking out of the window, elbow perched on the sill. He’s surprisingly quiet in the morning, sound reserved for the tapping of his fingers on the steering wheel and radio music played on the lowest volume. It only takes about half an hour to reach the airport. 

“I need chocolate. It helps the stress die down a little.” You demand to yourself, looking around to search for a stall that sells chocolates. There should be one here, airports are filled with numerous stores for souvenirs. You continue to walk around, Sunghoon trailing behind you as you search for the sweets in shops near your gate. He’s uninterested from the way he’s staring so intently at his phone. 

“Will you help me?” It’s only when you poke at his arm that he pays attention to you. He grins in response to the glare you throw at him. “What is it you need, sweetheart?”

“Don’t call me that….. Chocolate. I need chocolate.” Your expression is serious, as if you’d absolutely lose your mind if you don’t get your hands on a bar. “You underestimate your boyfriend too much, come here.” He guides you back to your gate, promptly pulling out a bar of dark chocolate from his bag before lazily passing it onto you.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise.

“How’d you know I like dark chocolate and why do you have some in your bag?”

“Like I said, underestimate me too much. I’ve known you for four years, and I’ve stolen your stash of  chocolate more times than not. Plus I wanted to be prepared, wouldn’t want to disappoint your parents now, would I?” 

You roll your eyes at the prideful undertone of his voice before unwrapping the chocolate, happily munching down with a satisfied grin on your face.

“Thank you for the chocolate.” He waves at you in dismissal as if it’s no big deal that he had been so attentive and made sure to bring the things you like to lessen the stress you were probably feeling - he doesn’t admit any of these to you. Instead, he resigns to placing a hand on your back to guide you towards the boarding gate when your flight’s called and you’re still too busy consuming the chocolate.

Sunghoon pockets the accomplishment of making you smile to think about later.

-

Plane rides never were your thing. 

Your excitement for seeing your family didn’t stop the exhaustion of traveling, and everything that comes along with it. Through the peace that comes with going home brings the very core that is restlessness and hours on air, and suffocating relatives who all want to get the chance at how much you’ve grown.

You groaned at the pop ups on your screen - watching movies on the plane never did you any good as it would anyone else. And you still can’t wrap your head around the fact that your Saturday morning is spent with a headache seated beside… a headache. When Saturday mornings were usually a nice start of a three-day break from classes, it’s now spent thousands of feet in the air.

Grumbling, you curl onto your side with the little space you have, pressing play despite the growing pain on the side of your head. It’s a good way to waste time, and a perfect excuse not to talk to Sunghoon who had been sleeping for a good 30 minutes now. But as soon as the opening credits appeared, your arm’s being aggressively poked by the boy you thought had been sleeping.

“Don’t we need to decide on our backstory?”

“Our backstory?” You don’t quite process his words due to the developing headache you could’ve avoided if you had just stopped watching the stupid show on the screen.

“Yeah, you know. How we met, how we fell in love, which base we’re o-” You don’t give him the chance to finish his sentence.

“You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?”

“Don’t blame me when you’re asked those questions, and you give out that this whole thing’s actually just pretend.” He yawns, as if it’s nothing to him - and you’re not sure if it’s endearing that he cares about whether or not you accidentally ruin your plan, or downright awful.

“We met at school, clicked right away, and that’s that.”

“You’re pretty boring. Where’s the fun in that? Our romance should be fairytale-like. Mama (L/N) has been dying to meet me, and all she gets is that?” He feigns offence at your made up love story, running a hand through his hair as he leans forward. You push him back, and mumble a ‘never call my mom that again’.

“I’ll leave the backstory to you then, if you want it to be so interesting!” Sunghoon does nothing to conceal his amusement. He thinks this might be a funny conversation for anyone who overhears. 

“Hmm… we met at school, you hated me at first. But then slowly, and surely, you started to fall in love with me because you realized I’m actually the sexiest, funniest man you have ever met in your life. Enemies to lovers is a good trope for a backstory, is it not?”

“I’m going to smack you. Maybe I really should’ve burnt down Jungwon’s department instead.”

“Now why would you ever want to replace me? I thought we had something special, _____.” He makes a point to dramatize his words, hand over his heart as he fake weeps.

You bite down on your lower lip as soon as you feel a smile creeping onto your face. His heart swells at the difference of your smile; it was soft, real. It lacked the usual sarcastic undertone you had always reserved for him.

He thinks genuine happiness looks pretty on you.

“Oh, ground rules! No kissing, absolutely not.” 

“So we’re serious enough for you to bring me home to meet your family in a wedding, dare I say, but we can’t even do the simple thing such as kissing? Is holding hands forbidden too?” Sunghoon’s smirking, he enjoys the puzzled expression on your face and the dawning of realization that there’s a possibility the pair of you would kiss throughout this weekend.

“You can kiss me on the cheek, don’t you dare think about kissing me on the lips.”

“Don’t you know how to kiss?”

“I do know how! I just don’t wanna catch anything you might have! Let’s just avoid it at all costs, but if worse comes to worse, then we’ll just do it and get it over with. God, I hope I don’t catch anything.”

“You’re literally the one I’m gonna catch something from.”

“MOVING ON. Rule number 2, be on your best behaviour.” You’re taking deep breaths, trying to center yourself and remember that you got yourself into this situation in the first place. 

“I'm always on my best behavior, sweetheart. Believe me, I know how to charm parents.” He boats, leaning his chin on the palm of his hands to continue listening to whatever rules you’re conjuring on the spot.

“Please don’t let my mom show you my baby photos.”

“I’m your boyfriend! It’s basic courtesy for me to see your lovely, and hopefully embarrassing baby photos. I mean, I’d never be able to say no when Mama insists, don’t you think? It wouldn’t leave a good image if I refuse.”

“I told you not to call her that.”

“Do you have any more rules for me, darling?” He asks, leaning back on his seat and closing his eyes.

“None more that I can think of at the moment.” You grumble, dropping your hands to your lap and fiddling with the material of the hoodie you’re wearing. Sunghoon opens his eyes again when he sees you shifting on your seat, yawning every couple minutes. Airplane seats were never the most comfortable to sleep in. 

He sighs, reaching over the armrest between you two and lifting it up before motioning for you to rest your head on his shoulder. You refuse, you can’t exactly remember the last time you laid your head on a boy’s shoulder romantically. Sunghoon doesn’t insist, just keeps the armrest above in case you succumb to sleep - and a few minutes later, he grins triumphantly when a heavy weight places itself on his shoulder and he’s greeted by the sight of your closed eyes and slightly parted mouth.

He doesn’t make an effort to move even though he knows you’re quite the deep sleeper.

-

There’s a ding before the flight attendant’s voice echoes through the intercom, which must mean you’re probably about to land in a bit.

When you wake up and realize you had been using Sunghoon as a personal pillow, you’re quick to shift your position and sit straight, warmth immediately creeping onto your cheeks. The gesture of Sunghoon sitting still as much as possible to not disrupt your sleeping was simple, and yet so hauntingly sweet. You don’t think he’s capable of doing so, so you stick with the reasoning that he might’ve gotten so tired of you shifting around and yawning every minute.

As soon as you’re off the flight, the two of you rush towards the bathroom to freshen up. And you must’ve been in there longer than he was because by the time you leave the bathroom, Sunghoon’s already waiting for you with all your bags and luggages. “Took you long enough. I didn’t take as long as you and yet I still look so much better.”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes in response, snatching your bag from him. 

“No really, let me fix your hair for you.” He draws his hand back the moment you hiss at him, laughing as he raises his arms up in mock surrender. “Alright babe, I’ll stop teasing. So… where now? I need my beauty sleep - didn’t really get any with you sleeping on my shoulder.”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with it.” You take off for the exit, Sunghoon stammering behind to catch up with you - he doesn’t want to risk getting lost. 

“Didn’t want to awaken your wrath because I pushed you off.” 

You don’t respond to his reply. 

“Pretty sure my mom booked a taxi for us… I just have to find the plate and model of the car.” You scroll through your phone to scan over your mother’s message again before scanning your eyes over the lines of cars. “Ah, there!” 

Sunghoon helps the driver with placing your luggage into the trunk before he’s squeezing in right next to you into the backseat. And then you’re off. Despite the awful memories that accompanied home, you can’t help the wide grin on your face as you look out of the window. You hadn’t been here in a while (due to your refusal to come home) and the sight of the places you used to walk hardly seemed real. A few years had passed, of course change was inevitable and there were some places you could no longer recognize.

The bottom line, however, was that you were finally taking it all in as it is, right in front of you (no longer through photos your mother would send or videos you still keep in your phone) - the place you had grown up in. You were home.

The ride doesn’t take longer than 20 minutes, and before you know it, you’re outside your house with an eager family poking their heads at the window in excitement of finally seeing the boyfriend you’ve hidden from them.

“Remember the rules.”

“Time to meet Mama L/N then.”

He lets out a howl of pain when you step on his foot. Serves him right - you’ve told him a million times not to call your mom that. 

“Hello mama!” The door swings open and your whole family seems to straighten at the sight of you, as if they weren’t just staring at you and Sunghoon a few minutes ago. “My baby!” 

And in all of three seconds, you’re embraced by a set of loving arms, quick peck on the top of your head. She chuckles a little when she recognizes the shirt you’re wearing, noting that even to this day, you still hated buying new clothes. She held you by the shoulders and looked you up and down when you pulled away from the hug, grinning all the while. No one could blame her, she missed her child. “You’re home, God, you’ve grown up to be so beautiful. How are you?” 

You could barely get a word before your younger siblings stir you away to hug at your waist. They’re gushing (rather loudly) at your “boyfriend” who’s stood by the door with your luggage, sporting a smile at the sight of the little reunion unfolding in front of him. Tears spring from your eyes as the situation finally catches up to you. 

“Your boyfriend is so handsome, how’d you even get him to date you!”

You take back the comment about your tears.

“I ask myself the same thing.” Sunghoon’s response elicits giggles from your little sister. That motherfucker already has your little sister wrapped around his finger. 

“Jackass.” You mutter before taking it back in with a smile upon realizing your sister’s peering gaze. “You should not say that word, you never heard anything.”

“Such a bad influence. It’s alright, just shield your ears little princess.” He ‘fondly’ ruffles up your sister’s hair before making his way to your mother for a proper introduction, you assume. “Mom, this is who I told you about., Sung-”

“Park Sunghoon.” Sunghoon smiles charmingly, taking her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I hope I don’t cause any inconvenience while I’m here.”

You’re an inconvenience to me, you mutter.

And while you try not to throw up right then and there, you can hear your mom eating up every single bit of his act as she throws playful glares towards you that speak - why haven’t you introduced him to us until now?

God, if only they knew.

“Nobody told me how charming you are! I hope you’re treating my child right, though I’m sure you are. _____ would never let me meet you if you weren’t.”

Your siblings cut the conversation short when they’re demanding to play with Sunghoon, but he can see how you just want to continue the little sleep you had on the plane so he slides an arm around your waist to pull you against him. “How about later, yeah? I don’t wanna reject playing with you cuties, but _____ here is a little tired and I also wouldn’t mind taking a quick nap.”

It surprises you how quick they are to listen to him, nodding their heads and running back to where they were before the two of you arrived. You shoot him an apologetic glance at your sibling’s overenthusiasm but he waves it over with the free hand that isn’t wrapped around your waist.

“Now, why don’t the two of you prepare for dinner in a few hours - wear something cute, it’s going to be with your cousin sweetie. Oh, and I set up your old room, okay? You and Sunghoon can stay there together.” 

You nod at her words before making your way towards your old bedroom, prying Sunghoon’s hand off of your waist. “You were such a sleaze back there, loser.”

The door swings open and you immediately make your way towards the sized up bed that replaces your old single bed. You sigh out in relief for successfully playing out Sunghoon as your boyfriend to your family so far. 

“You know, if we are going to pretend to be in love, you could at least call me by my nickname? Maybe Hoon?”

“Okay Mr. I hope I don’t cause any inconvenience while I’m here.”

“It worked, didn’t it?” He smirks, kicking off his shoes and falling back on the bed with you. “Do you need me to set the alarm for you?” You hum in response, telling him to set it up for 30 minutes to leave the two of you some room to freshen up and prepare for dinner. 

The pair of you fall asleep in the blink of an eye. 

-

Dinner happens at a restaurant set by the beach. If you didn’t realize how filthy rich the soon-to-be married couple was, you definitely knew now - the finest silverware, four course meals, table decorated to perfection. 

Sunghoon’s hand finds yours easily and he tangles your fingers together as the two of you walk towards the table together. Your cousin’s waving you over, excitedly pointing at the engagement ring that decorated her finger. When the two of you sit down and she starts to chat your ear off, you’re reminded of how much you miss her. 

Arin had always been like an older sister in the family, and now she was getting married. You’d spent way too much time grimacing about having to fake a relationship with Sunghoon that it almost shadowed the beauty of the occasion and how your favorite cousin was signing off and surrendering herself to her feelings - to love. 

Of course, right when you’re feeling optimistic about the possibility of actually enjoying yourself and ignoring the boy seated beside you (who was continuously charming your relatives seated at the table), Arin just had to sway the conversation away from her own wedding.

“You two are so adorable, how’d you meet?” She sips at her glass of water, before excitedly resting her chin on the palm of her hands - awaiting for the dreamy fairytale-like story of how you and Park Sunghoon met and fell in love. “We always thought we’d have to set you up with, what’s his name.. Can’t quite put my finger on it, but you know who I mean. Looks like you could handle it all by yourself.” She winks at Sunghoon, and for a moment you think she might’ve forgotten the question she’d asked you, but when she continues to look at you expectantly, you know you have no escape.

“Yeah babe, wanna tell us the story?” You’re unaware that Sunghoon’s attention had been whisked away from your relatives and to your side of the table the moment your cousin mentioned “adorable couple”.

But, two can play that game.

“But it’s always so much cuter when you say it.”

Your reply elicits a loud coo from your cousin who shifts her attention to Sunghoon. That definitely backfired for him.

“We met around 2017, and I thought she was one of the prettiest people I’d ever laid my eyes on. Of course, I never said anything because I’d never admit that someone could look as good as me.” (The table laughs.) “We didn’t get along immediately so I resorted to teasing her just to get her attention. One day, during one of my figure skating competitions, I saw her in the crowd. It was the first time she’d genuinely smiled at me, and I found that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. That’s when I realized I wanted something more with her. And look where we are now.”

There was something too specific about his story that made your cheeks heat up. That moment had been so insignificant to you that you barely remembered it - you’d probably attended a hundred of his figure skating competitions in honor of school spirit, and yet something about the specificity and the (hopefully not faux) sincerity in his tone set free a couple butterflies in your stomach.

By the end of his story, he has them completely wrapped around his finger. They’re all gushing about how lucky you were while picking up expensive pieces of food on the table, diverting all the attention to the two of you. (Your cousin convinces the whole table to talk about the new couple, apparently the coming days were going to be all about her and her fiance so it was a nice break to have someone else under the spotlight).

Questions come flying around, and he expertly answers them. In the rare occasions you’d be the one to answer, he would always finish your sentences. 

This motherfucker was such a good actor.

And somewhere along the line of eating your dinner and chatting, your cousin had somehow managed to bring you and Sunghoon to the mini bar in the restaurant where Arin had a bartender fix you a drink with a snap of her finger. Before you could even refuse, she’s pushing the glass to your general direction.

“I’d always told myself I’d be the first to give you a drink, and I don’t know if you’ve drank around in your campus, but I will stay true to my word. Who knows when’s the next time I’ll see you when there’s possible babies and the stress of a married life down the road.” Arin’s mini speech prompts you to down the drink she’d given you. 

You cringed at the taste, but once the initial bitterness settled, warmth started spreading against your chest. And one drink led to two, which led to several more. 

(Sunghoon sits back in amusement. He’s able to refuse the numerous efforts of your cousin to get him to drink too, something about how he needed to take care of you because you can get a little crazy when drunk.)

“I wanna go to the beach.” Sunghoon quirks an eyebrow at your request, and there isn’t much space to say no when you’re dragging him down to the shore, heels in hand. “Pretty, hm?” 

Your words are slightly slurred, but he finds it amusing. His eyes remained on you while you sat yourself down, sand beneath your feet, and the gentle breeze of the night air creating a subtle flush on your cheeks. When he gets caught staring at you, he’s quick to take a seat next to you and switch the attention away by asking how much you drank - you shrug at him. 

“You know, you don’t look bad tonight.” Sunghoon doesn’t expect you to be so straightforward.

“Ah, you like what you see?” He smirks at you, which prompts you to roll your eyes. You’d always known that Sunghoon was fit. He was athletic and some of the slacks he’d wear to school were quite fitted.  

“I didn’t say that!” Your response comes out as a squeak, and you catch the corner of his lips soften. Something about it makes your stomach churn. “You’re cute.” You don’t expect him to say that out of the blue, not when you’d been so used to him using it being used in a condescending manner that you’d almost come to loathe the word. This time, however, something else was laced in his tone.

You choose to ignore it.

“Shut up.” 

He looks content with himself. Your flushed expression definitely didn’t go unnoticed, but he didn’t say anything.

“God, this weekend is going to kick my ass. Just before we left to get here, my mom started bombarding me with questions about college and my grades, and if I was still performing above average. There’s so much pressure with following the course she wants me to take and growing up as a burnt out gifted kid.” You look ahead at the water, tracing your fingers along the sand.

Sunghoon doesn’t expect you to suddenly open up to him, but he doesn’t push. “Well..” (you don’t miss the way his eyes gaze at your lips) “You shouldn’t worry too much about expectations. I know it’s easier said than done, but at the end of the day, it’s your life and you have to enjoy the time you still have. One moment you’re in college, the next you’re getting married or growing old. Nothing is ever certain, so just.. don’t succumb to pressure.” 

His response is comforting, especially since you know your situation is a lot similar. You know he sees himself in expectations and pressure, so you take his word and calm your mind for a moment. “Have you perfected it? Just not caring about anyone else’s opinion except your own?”

“Of course not. But I’d like to think I’m close. I’m a lot happier now.” His eyes return to your lips as you continue to stare out at the water. “What about you? Are you at least going to try and take my advice?”

“Yeah, I think I will.” You meet each other’s gaze, and you don’t know if it’s the romantic ambiance of the beach or the alcohol in your system but you find yourself leaning into him. His hot breath is fanning over your face and he’s watching you very carefully. You’re holding onto his arm, heart beating in anticipation, but he pauses. 

Sunghoon knows you’ll regret this in the morning, sure you acted sober, but you had a lot to drink and he’s not sure if you’ll even remember anything after dinner. So he signs quietly and pulls you away before anything else can happen.

“Come on, let’s get you back home.” He stands up, reaching his hand out to help you.

“Right, home.” Your heart sinks a little, but you follow suit, taking his hand before standing up. Not without slightly tumbling over. “Hold on, is everything spinning to you too?” 

He chuckles, shaking his head as he uses his arm to wrap tightly around your waist to hold you up. “You think you can walk with me or do you need me to carry you?” He gets his response when one step later, and you’re almost falling over.

The last thing you remember before falling asleep is the feeling of warmth in your chest, despite your home always being cold.

-

Your cousin wasn’t kidding when she told you the drinks she’d given you might elicit quite the headache in the morning to come. It doesn’t help that you’re naturally an early riser - you convince yourself you need more sleep especially with your splitting headache. The problem, however, is at the back of your head when you open your eyes and are greeted with Sunghoon’s arms wrapped around you, and the both of you a little closer to each other then you were last night. 

“Sunghoon!” You whisper-shout, slapping him in the chest and immediately waking him up from his peaceful slumber. “Good morning to you too, princess. How’s your head?”

“Much worse now, get your hands off me.”

“Well, I’m sorry for taking care of you last night then.” He yawns, retreating his arms from your figure and getting up from the warm comfort of your bed. “And why are you awake so early? We don’t have anything planned today, right?”

You’re about to respond with your supposed itinerary when all of a sudden, he’s pulling his shirt off. “Sunghoon!” He looks at you confused, hand running through his hair and still trying to adjust to the morning light.

“Put a shirt back on, idiot.” You sound a little breathless and you know your face is burning red, but he doesn’t say a word. “Oh, I was just going to hop into the shower. Do you mind if I go first?” You fall speechless at how human he sounds, so instead you just shake your head.

“Thanks babe.” He pulls out one of the spare towels your mother had given you before walking into the shower. Of course, not before poking his head out when he realizes you’re still staring at his very much naked upper body. “What, do you want to join me?”

And back to the devil he goes.

He gets his response when you slam the bathroom door on his face.

-

When the two of you are eating breakfast together, you notice the shift in the atmosphere over the last few hours. You’re boggled at the mixed feelings you get around Park Sunghoon - when did hatred feel like so many different things?

You’d never experienced hatred being accompanied by your heart racing or your palms sweating. In any move he made, your usual move would be to gift him the glory of your middle finger, but lately, you’ve found yourself restraining it.

You don’t quite understand what’s happening, but one thing’s for certain; you don’t like the feeling one bit. 

You remind yourself that it’s only going to be two more days, and then you’ll be back in your campus. Two more days and you can immerse yourself in your studies and not have to willingly deal with Park Sunghoon and everything that accompanied him.

“What do we have planned today?” He’s going through your childhood bedroom, scanning your frames and the discarded posters you had hung up on your wall years ago. 

“We’re gonna have to look for a wedding gift around town. Mom and dad already have their gifts so it’ll just be the two of us this afternoon.”

He hums in response, and a beat goes by. Followed by another. The silence starts to creep you out, but you choose to ignore it. Well, until you heard Sunghoon snickering under his breath and find him holding one of your photo albums from when you were little.

“Hey, give that back! I told you, no baby pictures!”

“You said to not let your mom show me, you never said anything about me seeing it myself.”

“No, give it back right now.”

“It’s always ‘no’ with you, isn’t it, princess?” He’s holding the photo album intentionally high, still skimming through the pages. He thinks you’re growling (?) but he pays you no attention. “Look at you with your pigtails, who knew you could be so cute!” 

There it was, the ‘teasing’ cute.

“Sunghoon, if you don’t hand that over right now, I’m going to -”

“You’re going to what?” You don’t expect him to hunch towards you, hands behind his back, and face incredibly close to yours. “What are you going to do about it?” He’s leaning in closer and closer until there’s only a fraction of space between your noses. The close proximity prompts your voice to get caught on your throat. 

There it is again, the beating heart and the sweating palms. 

You muster up all the courage you could possibly get before grabbing the photo album from behind him. Park Sunghoon would never tell you he was convinced the two of you would kiss at that very moment - which would explain the disappointment on his face. You excuse this as just an Sunghoon thing, being overdramatic when he didn’t get things his way, and yet, why could you also feel the familiar bubble of disappointment in you?

“We should get going.”

“Yeah, besides maybe you could give me a little tour of your hometown. Might give me a sense of who you really are behind all your hatred.”

You blink in surprise.

“Wait, really?”

He makes dead eye contact with you, confusion plastered on his face. He doesn’t understand why you were so surprised, and maybe he didn’t have to know that no one’s ever been interested enough to walk around town and go wherever you wanted to, just so they could learn more about you.

“Yeah, could be fun.” He shrugs his shoulders, finishing his second cup of coffee for the morning. “Alright then.” 

-

If someone told you a few days ago you’d be hand-in-hand with Park Sunghoon while exploring the crevices of your hometown while he pretended to be your boyfriend, you would’ve laughed and told them to get their head checked. And yet, here you were, actually enjoying yourself.

“Ah, and here we have the best of the best flower shop in town.” You proudly present the little sanctuary you’d made for yourself back in highschool. “I used to come in here all the time to do homework. The lady who works here is a family friend so they were always so welcoming.”

“Wow, a flower shop. I’m really starting to get the sense of how much of a rebel you were.” 

“I swear, I will end up getting you lost here.” You dart your eyes at him, adding in a little nudge of your elbow for extra threat as the pair of you walk side by side to the entrance of the shop.

“As if, you still need me tomorrow.” A smile paints his face as he nudges you back before opening the door for you. The little bell dings when you walk inside where there is a beautiful array of flowers. You take Sunghoon for a stroll through the shop. 

You loved this place so much, better than your own home. In this little place, you spent seasons of joy and sadness in. It’s where you opened your acceptance letter to college, and where you sulked after an unrequited love mishap. When you tell Sunghoon this, you see that he actually listens - clinging onto every word that comes out of your mouth. He’d tease you over stories where you’d try and create a selection of flowers for your ex-crushes, and you’d tease him back when he’d mention little facts about certain flowers he found pretty. 

The exchange makes you ponder - since when were things so comfortable with him?

You shake the thought away as the both of you walk around, eyes scanning through the never ending trail of flowers. Sunghoon sees your gaze linger at a particular flower - it was almost trumpet-shaped set beneath a star, bright yellow striking your sight. Flicking his eyes down at the tag, he whispers quietly to himself, “daffodils''.

And while you’re too busy looking through the endless amount of flowers, Sunghoon’s silently making his way to the counter, asking to buy an arrangement of daffodils. The girl taking over the shift smiles as she cuts the stems and folds the arrangement of flowers inside a cream-colored piece of paper. 

‘New beginnings’, the flower symbolizes.

“You know, I can see it. I can see why you loved this place so much.” When you turn to look at him, he’s shoving the bouquet in your direction. You stand still at the way he’s looking back at you. It was similar to the way he looked at you before you fell asleep on the plane, or when he talked about when he had “fallen in love with you”. It was close to how he did when he thought you weren’t watching, or when he’d steal glances at you during class. 

You clear your throat, a shy smile on your face. 

“The flowers are because you kept ogling your eyes at them.” It’s a weak comeback to try and hide his feelings, you obliviously accept the excuse.

“Thanks… anyways we’re wasting time. Let’s get that present for my cousin?”

You end up buying them a picture frame - you couldn’t exactly get them anything fancy as you were still a student and barely had any money on you. Still, you think they’d appreciate the gift. 

That night, you find that you don’t quite mind sleeping next to Sunghoon, not the way it bothered you before you’d arrived here.

When the last day of your rendezvous with Park Sunghoon arrived, you don’t expect to actually start missing him already. You know once you get back into the campus, he’d be stealing your coffee and going back to his overbearing behavior (not that he wasn’t all throughout this mini vacation, but there was something else in the air - something sweet?).

As the evening approached, you found yourself more nervous than ever. You already felt the failure of your knees and how they wanted to give up at any moment, especially when Sunghoon walks into your room in a suit that was perfectly tailored for him. It fit him so well, from the way the sleeves clung desperately to his arms to his styled-to-perfection hair. Something about him pushing his glasses up his nose has your heart beating irregularly.

Park Sunghoon looked dashing.

You, on the other hand, were failing to grab the zipper from the back of your dress. “God, why didn’t I just bring a dress that was easier to wear. This fucking zipper, I swear to God, if I don’t-”

“Come here.” He says, quietly.

“Huh?”

“As fun as it is to see you struggle, come here.” He gently grabs you by your hips, positioning himself behind you with his fingers ghosting over the fabric of your dress. You don’t say a word. Scratch that, you can’t say a word. Not when your breath’s all caught in your throat at how Sunghoon’s warm breath was fanning over the back of your neck. He’s slowly zipping up your dress, one hand pressed against the small of your back. 

“There we go.” You work out how he’s going to start teasing you for needing his help when you turn around and notice that he’s smiling at you. Genuinely smiling. 

“You look beautiful.” Something about the sincerity in his gaze has your cheeks blushing and your hands trembling. “Well, not as beautiful as me.”

You smack his arm, and he laughs. The type where he throws his head back into a full-bodied laugh, arms gripping around his stomach. Genuine happiness looked pretty on him, you thought. And if the two of you thought that of each other, none of you said anything.

The wedding goes smoothly, aside from the occasional stolen glances from both your parts. Arin looked beautiful when she walked down the aisle, her white silk dress embracing her figure so gracefully. She basically floated down the aisle, all eyes on her (all eyes except Sunghoon’s). Sunghoon did a great job at being your plus one. He’d hold your hand when necessary, and he’d have a hand on the small of your back while he conversed with your relatives. When you proceed to the venue for the reception, the sight leaves you breathless.

The sun hung lowly on the horizon, sinking under the clouds to allow room for the stars and the chasing moon. The sky is painted in hues of red, yellow, and orange - the colors tinting the venue beautifully. The air is crisp and cool, breeze rustling through the sea of people. An arrangement of symphonies fills in the silent gaps.

Sunghoon, with the assistance of the trees and the flowers and the beautiful sunset, takes your hand in his. Thumb running gentle circles at the back of yours, he navigates you towards your seats, quickly spotting your names scribbled neatly on a parchment of paper to indicate your table number.

You stare at the lovely array of flowers as decoration, hands still holding each other’s. It showers the venue beautifully, adding wonders through its petals and the different colors they sport. Sunghoon notes it’s as bewitching as you, you pass it off as a joke. But still, you turn away a little, the back of your hand covering your lips. 

Sunghoon’s found that through the years, he’s absolutely charmed by the way you look away whenever someone compliments you, or the slight crookedness in your smile, or the way your lips twitch when you’re in concentration. He keeps these little gestures hidden and locked away, swallowing the key. 

The reception goes on without a hitch, wedding games and speeches on display. With the whole world surrounding the pair of you, Sunghoon allows himself the moment to gaze at you with honesty. He doesn’t have to hide behind masks of smirks and teases anymore, not when he’s playing the part of someone who’s madly in love with you - a role he’s been playing for the past few years, but now he has a solid alibi if his gazes are a little too long or his eyes are a little too in love. It’s just pretend, he convinces himself. He just has to be careful not to let his real feelings seep through.

The tiny world of flowers and gardens and sunsets are all a blur to him, and Sunghoon hates how all he can focus on is you. 

After dinner, he meets your cousins and an overwhelming number of relatives. It doesn’t faze him. He shares jokes, drinks, compliments them on what they’re wearing. He’s a perfect gentleman. 

“May I have this dance?”

The night is too timeless to end - you accept his invitation in a split second.

His eyes light up at your response, and within no time, you’ve joined the rest of the guests. One of his hands rests at the small of your back with the other clasping yours, and you have your hand resting on his shoulder. 

You’re close, really close, but at the moment, you don’t seem to mind. You’re looking up at him as if you haven’t spent the past four years hating him. Sunghoon takes mental photographs, because for the first time in a long time, you’re looking at him as if you genuinely enjoy his presence - as if hatred and frustration aren’t the only emotions that cloud up your judgement when he comes into sight. 

Park Sunghoon wants to bask in this different light for a long time. The genuinity in your smile is something he doesn’t want to forget. 

“Have I told you how enchanting you look tonight?” 

“Only a few hundred times. You don’t look bad yourself, Hoon.” He doesn’t want you to ever stop saying his nickname. When you rest your head on his shoulder, Sunghoon thinks there’s no going back. This is the farthest he’ll ever go to his feelings being reciprocated. Still, the nagging voice of hope quips at the back of his head that there’s still vastness to a potential future with you.

“Hoon…” Your voice sounds alluring when you whisper his name like that. He imagines hearing the same whisper as you wake up beside each other. “Hm?”

“Thank you. I don’t think I’ve been able to say it, but just… thank you. For everything, and for being here with me.” There it is again, the genuinity in your voice and the smile you’re giving him as you look up at him. He adjusts his grip on your hand so he’s able to intertwine your fingers. 

There’s no denying that the atmosphere between the two of you has shifted in the span of a few days. You were more comfortable telling him anything, reaching out to grab his hand was easier, and you find that you no longer mind when he leans in to press a sweet kiss on your cheek. When his teases used to elicit angry spurs and annoyed looks, you now laugh and spew jokes back. 

And Park Sunghoon needs to know if something’s changed for you. He desperately wants to know, so after a moment of silence, Sunghoon decides to break the ice.

“You really didn’t want it to be me, right?” His tone isn’t teasing, that you can decipher. It’s honest, curious. You don’t understand why a feeling akin to guilt is eating at the back of your throat. 

Maybe it’s because you don’t know what to say - he must already know, right? He has to, so you don’t understand why he’s still asking you. You peel your head off his shoulder to look at him.

There it is again, that look in his eyes you’ve seen way too many times. The one that’d shift almost immediately when you caught his gaze. Sunghoon lets out a deep breath, licking his lips before pressing them together. He looks puzzled, as if weighing options in his head. Then he speaks.

“I just wanna know if… if maybe anything’s changed for you.” 

“What are you trying to say?”

“Please don’t make me say it.” His voice reeks of desperation, as if maybe this was the wrong move. Maybe he should’ve just basked in the little time you pretended to be in love with him. Maybe this was enough, and he’ll finally know what it feels like to be loved in return. 

But the maybe’s ran a little too late, and the what if’s were temptingly ready to spill from his lips.

“I’ve been in love with you ever since I have known you. I didn’t lie about what I said a few days ago. I just couldn’t help it.” You stop dancing. “And I tried to show you, for four years I’ve constantly tried to get your attention… I’ve stolen your coffee, I’ve taken note of every single thing you liked. And still you wouldn’t let me show you, which is fine.” He thinks back at all the times he’s tried to make it obvious, and all your obvious attempts at shutting him down. 

Your own mind reels as you play back scenes from the last four years, from your first meeting, to every single time he’d sit on your desk and leave teasing remarks, to the book series he had gotten you for Christmas, to the times he’d bring you snacks when you forgot to during night class. You had dismissed all these gestures as trying to annoy you - despite your own friends telling you differently. You never listened. You replay the words he had told you, everything. And suddenly, it all seemed so obvious. It has always been obvious.

He tries to keep his voice even.

“I just - I need you to know now because I don’t think I can do this any longer. I’ve walked you home, I’ve sat on your desk for the past four years.” Your heart jumps to your throat as he speaks and your palms start to sweat. When you try to pull away, Sunghoon holds you still. He just wants you to listen.

“I just figured maybe you’d feel the same one day and now I realize that I’m just… maybe I’m not good enough for you. I’m not as perfect as people see me, so I- I just wanna know if something’s changed.”

“Hoon... “ There’s a long pause. “I don’t… I don’t know what to say.” The party keeps going. “It’s a lot to take in and I don’t think… I don’t think I can say I feel the same truly, so I’m not going to say it at all.

His hands drop from yours, now resigned in the pockets of his suit. He doesn’t know what to do — he shouldn’t have said it, but it’s a little too late for that so he moves to turn away. There’s a slight quiver in your voice, and thinking it was the final ray of hope he’d been begging for, Sunghoon turns around.

“I just… I don’t see why I can’t. I don’t know why. I can’t change how I feel.”

“It’s okay. I should’ve known. Just forget I ever said anything.”

For a moment, your heart stands still as he leaves the garden - your own little world. Sunghoon was never the type to back down despite a single failure, so to see him leave in blind instinct was the tell that he had finally given up four years of unrequited love in a conclusion he had hoped would be different.

Hope. Hope had never done him any good. Hope was the lying facade of pain and heartbreak.

-

There was nothing more disconcerting to passengers than seeing a couple blatantly ignore each other whilst being seated next to each other on the plane ride back home. 

The whole wait at the airport, the pair of you made yourselves busy with things that weren’t even important - attending to a million small tasks like looking over at newspaper or reading the free magazine or not really paying attention to the displays of the television screen but pretending to seemingly care - anything that meant you wouldn’t have to speak to one another. 

The silence that sat between the two of you was unbearable, but you managed. Somehow, you missed how if you two were still friends at the moment, he’d have offered you some of the hidden chocolate in his bag or how he’d be making fun of you for being so grumpy. It surprised you how empty you felt within Sunghoon constantly bugging you and fending for your attention. 

For once, Park Sunghoon was quiet. That was the worst of it all for you. He didn’t get angry you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, he didn’t try to persuade you, he just gave up and grew silent after that fateful night at the reception. 

And although Sunghoon couldn’t bear the thought of actually giving up on you, he tried - because he was growing tired of his one-sided pining, and if your rejection wouldn’t send him tumbling over and conceding, he didn’t know what would. There could not have been a more obvious sign from Whoever Was Above for him to just stop.

The atmosphere was tense the whole way home.

It remained tense, even in the comfort of your dorm room. When sleeping used to come so easy to you, you’re left staring at the ceiling - your thoughts don’t want to quiet down. Everything that had happened over the weekend is plummeting down on you and fuck, the weight is so goddamn heavy. 

Thinking about Park Sunghoon makes everything heavier, so much that the weight is able to put a bend in your back. You feel like if you were thrown into water, you’d sink straight towards the bottom.

You don’t understand why it’s so hard to shake or let go. You hated Park Sunghoon, or at least that’s what you thought until the weekend rolled over and you set yourself up to the potential of falling in love. You couldn’t blame yourself, you would’ve never seen him coming. Falling in love with him was something you would’ve never even considered - and you’re still not sure if this is what falling in love really is. It’s way too quick. It had only been three days. 

Maybe it wasn’t falling in love, maybe it was realizing that falling in love with Sunghoon isn’t such a foreign concept anymore. As if it was possible.

The lingering question kept you up; were you in the process of falling in love with Park Sunghoon? That’s how you saw that night, with his arms around your waist and his forehead against yours.

The guilt continues to eat you away as he continues to haunt all your what ifs. Everything feels so suffocating. Falling in love with Sunghoon was like experiencing the breath of a tsunami; it grows and grows and then, it crashes. And you’re left with nothing but the repercussions of the crash and the overwhelming surge of emotions.

Maybe you should’ve stayed on the ship even when the water got rough, despite the crashing waves of the past four years, the same waters constantly reminding you that you used to despise him. You just made the rookie mistake of jumping off. And it was only when you felt a sharp pain stinging through your heart the moment you realized this that it finally dawned on you. You really were falling in love.

Light seeps through your windows as you continue to recount every little detail. It’s difficult to remember how you truly realized it - especially when your thoughts are compromised by the mere existence of Park Sunghoon. The way he had taken care of you that night, how he willingly let down his pride for you. The way his eyes gleamed under the light of the moon as you pretended to be in love. How his lips twitched when you had pressed your foreheads together.

How could you not have noticed he was falling in love with you through all those years. Had you been blinded by purposeless hatred that you refused to see him in a different light? Was he trying to whisper his feelings through walking you home, or bringing around your favorite chocolate - giving you flowers that Valentines day and asking for your plans. Was it when he willingly bought you snacks that night you forgot to?

Sunghoon had been drowning in desire quietly, and now so were you. Everything pulls at you all at once. The weight is still there. And no matter how much you try to convince yourself that you don’t even want to try it with him, the weight only weighs down further. 

Soft whispers are being carried by the wind, and the night sky asks you to try again. You only realize that you listened to them when you stand in front of his door, hand about to knock. You double take. 

“______?” 

It’s too late. Sunghoon had been having trouble sleeping the night you arrived home, so he sought the comfort of the moon on his rooftop. He only told the moon about how stupid he was for thinking you’d ever feel the same way - not when you hadn’t hinted a single thing for the past four years. He was an idiotic fool for thinking that maybe that weekend could’ve changed things, and that nothing was ever going to be okay after that weekend. 

He doesn’t want you to feel guilty. He had brought this onto himself. Hope was a dangerous thing, and yet he still decided to partake in it, hoping he’d get his cards right. But he didn’t, and only now does he realize that hope had been the little monster yelling at him and keeping him up at night. Hope had been the one to anchor him to you. Hope had been his destruction all along as with every time he thought things got better - when he thought there was hope, the deeper the hole he buried himself in grew.

So he does what he can before he can resume digging, and that is seeking comfort from the moon. She asks him what it felt like - to have been so in love? Chasing after you like she had the sun. 

To have been so in love with you was infuriating. It was trying to figure out how your love could possibly feel when all you saw in him was frustration. And yet, he still can’t help but think that to have been so in love with you… was the best thing that has ever happened in his life.

And it seems he’s been given the chance the moon never got with the sun when Sunghoon spots you by the door of his home.

“______? Come in. It must’ve been cold being out here in the middle of the night.” He’s urging you inside your home, and your heart aches at the fact that he still cares for you despite you turning him down. He has every reason to hate you - you had been so difficult for the past four years, and yet here he was, guiding you inside his home.

“Make yourself comfortable.”

He hands you a blanket and a glass of water. There’s no more underlying sarcasm and teasingness in his actions, it was almost as if he was just exhausted and didn’t have it in him to hurt even more.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He doesn’t look at you, eyes trained on anywhere but.

“I’m so sorry, Hoon.”

He likes the way his nickname rolls off your tongue so easily now.

“I’m sorry that I’m stubborn and refused to believe I was falling in love with you. That it was possible.” You peek at him through blurry eyes, breathing heavily. Everything else in the background is a blur. Sunghoon loses himself in your words, and it might be from the way you said it. He’s never seen you this devastated - and there was something about the way you were looking at him, with the softest look you had ever directed towards him.

“Let me fix us, Hoon.”

He gathers you into his arms, encasing you in his embrace. His arms snake around your back as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. The two of you cling onto each other tightly, as if the slightest movement will render any of you to disappear. 

“I’m so sorry.” He leans in after you say it, nose brushing against yours, breath fanning your face as if waiting for permission to keep going. You close the gap.

You kiss him like it’s the last you’ll ever be able to. It’s a slow burn of longing, slow and deep, and so in love. When you pull away, he snatches you by the arm and brings you to his chest. 

The moon smiles.

Love had appeared to the both of you in a surprise - when neither of you deemed it possible. A single flower that bloomed from ice frozen ground the past four years built. Something’s telling you this could be the start of something beautiful. 

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Hello!! I'm new to Harvest Moon so I've been wondering if Rune Factory, Story of Seasons and Harvest Moon are the same thing or something? Thanks if you answer me!

hello anon!! this is an ask i'm actually somewhat surprised to see, or at least that you asked me in particular haha ToT it's still unbelievable to me how much this blog has blown up in the story of seasons fandom recently!!

first of all, welcome to our little community!! it's small but cozy, i hope you enjoy your stay ^^

this is a very common question, with a quite long winded answer but you're lucky this is probably one of my FAVORITE topics to infodump about

such is below the cut! i'll write it with proper capitals so its easier to understand.

essentially, the short answer is:

Story of Seasons, also known as Harvest Moon, is a game produced in Japan by Marvelous Entertainment. in Japan the game is known as Bokujou Monogatari (牧場物語), also called Bokumono for short. The Japanese title directly translates to Ranch Story.

Starting in 1996, the game was translated and localized for most overseas audiences by Natsume inc. but they... did not do an ideal job, to put it lightly. The older games are filled with a goldmine of typos, mistranslations, and dialogue that is overall just clunky and hard to read, a lot of which is on my blog, such as Allen's baked potato line or ttle.ished a message in a Bo

Natsume errors are so prevalent that they are often memed on by the fandom, one of the most famous ones being the "Natume" error from Harvest Moon 64, where Natsume misspells their own company name in the title screen (this isn't important to the history of the series at all, it's just really fucking funny).

also pictured is Push the START.

Rune Factory was released in 2006 as a fantasy spinoff of the Harvest Moon series by developer Neverland Company Inc.

Natsume was responsible for translating all the games that are considered most nostalgic to most fans, as well as the Rune Factory series, and continued doing so until the middle of the 3DS era, around 2013.

After the release of Harvest Moon: A New Beginning, Marvelous and Natsume split ties, Marvelous obviously keeping the rights to the Bokumono series. However, because Natsume was responsible for naming the localized version of the game as well as designing the logo for it (Ranch Story > Harvest Moon), Natsume ended up keeping the rights to the name, and were allowed to still make games under it.

The North American distribution of the franchise was then taken over by Marvelous' subsidiary, XSeed Games, and was renamed to Story of Seasons.

To put it into simpler terms, I've always jokingly called it the Bokumono Divorce, saying Marvelous got to keep the franchise while Natsume kept the name.

Also in 2013, right after the release of Rune Factory 4, Neverland Co ended up filing for bankruptcy and ceasing operation. Due to this, the European release of RF4 was delayed, eventually to release in 2014, but it was the last fans heard of the series for about six years.

What happened next was an obvious manipulation on Natsume's part. Upon announcing the split to their North American audience, they failed to mention that Marvelous would still be localizing the Bokumono games, just under a different name. Instead, Natsume heavily implies that the series would not continue without them, and assures that they will "continue making games for their loyal fans." Reading a direct quote, it's really obvious what they were trying to do, and the worst part is how many people believed it.

"We had tons of loyal Harvest Moon fans, but we couldn’t simply say to those loyal fans that there’s no Harvest Moon in the future. Fortunately, we learned and accumulated lots of know-how as to what Harvest Moon fans like and what makes them happy by localizing and publishing Harvest Moon games for the past 16 years, so we took that goodbye as a good opportunity for us, based upon our own experience, to take this franchise to the next step so we could continue to make all Harvest Moon fans very happy.” - Natsume CEO Hiro Maekawa

Though it was a highlight for the childhoods of many people, Bokumono was not a very popular franchise to begin with, especially overseas. Most kids who grew up playing the game (including myself) probably had no idea the games were even originally produced by Marvelous, just assuming they were from Natsume or Nintendo since that was the name on the box (Natsume always hid Marvelous' logo away in small print and second on the splash screen.) Natsume purposely failed to mention the move of the Bokumono series specifically so they could continue making their own games under the Harvest Moon name and milk them.

So they did- and, despite their words, they clearly...did not know what they were doing.

Yeah.

Despite the obvious drop in quality, Natsume continued marketing their knock off games as an "evolution" and a "new step" for the series, gaining clickbait-y articles from gaming news websites such as "Harvest Moon is no longer the game you grew up with". This combined with the fact that very little had even been known about Marvelous in the first place and the news hardly getting out to the public meant a lot of fans ended up knowing nothing about the split. I as a child even thought Story of Seasons were the knock offs- and Harvest Moon: Light of Hope is probably my number one most regretted purchase.

the first game under the new name, titled simply Story Of Seasons was released in 2015 by XSeed Games. Though Natsume is still producing Harvest Moon games, the most recent release being Harvest Moon: One World, the generally understood law to go by is that any game under the Harvest Moon name that was released after 2013 is a solely Natsume-produced game and is not associated with the Bokujou: Monogatari series. Every Bokumono game since then has been localized under the Story of Seasons name- and with far less errors!

Rune Factory also saw its revival fairly recently, in February 2019 with the release of the Rune Factory 4 Special switch port and announcement of the upcoming Rune Factory 5. the establishment of HAKAMA Co. allowed the series to be rehomed, and the next iteration's localization is coming out very soon on March 22nd!

It's also the first Rune Factory game where the player can marry the same sex (for Story of Seasons, it was the Friends of Mineral Town remake).

That's about the whole situation up until now, I know I added a lot of extra unnecessary detail but you did ask and I delivered 😭😭 hopefully this clears things up!! I'm no expert of course but I love this series to bits and I'm willing to infodump as much info as I can possibly gather haha

Thank you for asking anon, I hope you have a wonderful day! :]

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Okay one last one for now, but I offer a mix of age gap and breeding kink with modern Laszlo 👀

Basic Needs (Modern! Laszlo Kreizler x Fem!Reader)

(You know how to keep me happy and horny, thank you for sending this amazing request <3)

Smutty Smut ahead!

Laszlo looked at you as you talked to him, your hands slightly moving as your eyes were drifting every now and then to remember details.

This was supposed to be serious, you were an active collaborator of the institute. Even worse, a volunteer, somebody there for free just to help with the kids. You were young. Too young, amazingly, intoxicatingly young and even too good with the kids.

You were talking about some boy with an aggressive behaviour toward other kids, you were being serious and passionate, yet he was only thinking about what you mean for him.

“I don’t know how to help about him”

You admitted it a bit defeated as you looked down, you come often to talk, to unleash, sometimes hurting too much of yourself in the process.

“You do love kids don’t you?" He couldn’t help by ask.

You looked up and smiled widely

“Yes, I mean, I am applying to study child welfare, I just love to see them grow and express themselves and their little quirks”

He smiled as his eyes fell on your hips, imagining them shift to welcome a baby bump “And what about your own? Are you afraid? Many women are afraid of pregnancies and delivery”

You were surprised but shrugged “no, I mean, a little but it is supposed to be natural, no?”

He smirked “Completely natural”

You looked down as he saw some bitterness in you, some shadow over you.

“What is on your mind?”

“I don’t have the money to pay your fee doctor” you joked and he smirked 

“I will think of some payment, now tell me”

His answer was so well balanced and you giggled softly leaning your head on side as your toyed with a little hole on your jeans, he couldn’t help but notice you looked ravishing in the white shirt with the logo of the institute on it.

“I broke up with my boyfriend” you said it, it was quite dry the way it came out, but only because you couldn’t help it anymore, you probably cried too much about it already, you rolled over the thought over and over.

“I am sorry” he said even though he wasn’t sorry at all “there’s a reason?”

He looked at you as you frowned visibly and let out a sad chuckle while you tried to hide the pain “He said he is not ready for a serous relationship, that he is not ready and he wants to…to enjoy life and not settle down yet”

“He wasn’t for you then, you deserve somebody that would appreciate your gifts”

His answer was easy, like it was clear as sunlight, but you chuckled as it seemed a bit of a common thing to say “And what are my gifts then?”

Laszlo smiled without wincing at that incredulity from you “You’re what somebody would call a serious girl, a safe one, somebody faithful, family oriented, made for a long term relationship, responsibility, commitment. All qualities that I find remarkable, if not attractive”

You blushed as he said so and smiled a bit

“Am I?”

He nodded “Very remarkable”

He pushed his chair back and waited, he stared at you from behind his desk waiting, a soft smile playing over him.

Was he implying that?

You licked your lips slowly standing up, it wan’t a gesture meant to seduce, only due by tension. You always liked him, you couldn’t speak in front of him before because of the amount of emotion it caused you, how his darling attitude with kids moved something inside you that you couldn’t explain.

Innocent.

He just realised that little adjective escaped him when he enlisted those for you, but that was probably for the better.

He watched you moved around the desk standing in front of him, he left you there for a moment, he knew the effect he had on you, he saw you and he took pleasure from being your little fantasy. He got it form the little side looks and soft smirks, the eyeing up, the way you reacted to the smallest mention of sexual topics.

You stood there as his eyes seemed to scan your soul, he stood slowly up not breaking eye contact and he did what predators do best: he waited.

You didn’t last long, your hands not knowing how to behave slowly rested on his chest as you leaned on your toes for a kiss.

He kissed you and pulled back, you seemed disoriented as he lowered himself again kissing you one more time. His hand moved onto your clothing tugging onto the belt that secured your jeans on your waist, his fingers undoing it one handedly showing a skill he had to learn for himself but that felt incredibly hot for you.

“Look at you, you can’t wait”

He smirked as his lips moved onto your neck “You can touch me” he assured as you begun undoing his shirt.

It wasn’t your first time, you had clear in your mind how it worked, but something in him pulled something different inside you, another level of excitement.

Excitement that he didn’t miss when his hand slipped into your open jeans and panties earning a moan faster than he expected.

“You’re so ready for me”

He smirked as the notion pleased him, his fingers started tracing your little bud nicely and you could barely focus onto his shirt so you moved down to his pants. “You don’t have to”

He murmured it as you stopped not understanding and it was really hard to understand anything with his hand playing tricks on you like that.

“I want to please you, it is not a give and take” he assured as he knows how young boys act, like if they have to put the effort to touch you before fucking you then you should at least do the same in some way.

He kissed onto your lips slowly as you parted them finding his tongue, he was so apparently calm but completely overbearing, he could control you without even attempting for it.

“I-I..”

You couldn’t speak, his fingers massaging you so good until his thumb rested over your clit while his index and middle finger buried themselves in your soaked pussy, the jeans still tangled to your ankles making you hate them as you wiggled your hips , the pleasure frantically running behind you, catching up with you and Doctor Kreizler with no intention to let you go unpleased.

You jerked against his touch, you moaned messily as your legs trembled and you his your face against his shoulder, your backbone resting against the desk.

He gave you few moments, he let you go down your height as it washed over you like that, his lips slowly resting on top of your forehead.

“Help me now darling, you want to get naked for me?”

You nodded immediately as you pulled your clothes off, jeans finally off your figure, that tempting white shirt too.

You were soaked and still a bit dizzy, he waited for you expectedly, he stared with an adoring look.

“You want me, Liebing?”

You nodded at him”I do, I do”

He smirked as he finished your job of undoing his pants and setting free his hard on, you raised onto his desk as you parted your legs feeling his tip brush against your entrance teasingly.

“I don’t know about your ex, but this will hurt a little, I will fill you up so good”

In the mouth of anyone else this phrase would be laughable, but not coming from him. You believed him and you whined in pain as his large cock pushed inside you like that. The wetness of your previous orgasm helping but your sensitiveness making everything even better.

A soft curse left your lips, you shivered as he caressed your cheek kissing you again, he gave you a moment, he waited, never you felt like your pleasure and safeness came first like this.

“Now, le me show you”

You blinked at him as he started to thrust inside you, his left hand around your waist while the right one rested onto you thigh, his hips snapping deliciously inside you while his lips grazed onto your neck.

You grabbed onto his shoulders moaning, you were a proper moaning mess, he was feeling safe but also powerful.

You soon realised, among your pleasure, how you could never deny him anything, ever.

His left hand slowly leaving your waist pressing onto your lower abdomen, you whined as it was almost painful but bringing you a weird kind of pleasure.

“Look at you, so young, so flexible” he smirked as you just realised how your legs tangled around his waist brought by pleasure.

“I am going to fill you up, you’ll be so full of me” He murmured at you as a shiver came over you, the times you argued your boyfriend every time he was careless about cumming inside you or you had to do a night trip to a pharmacy.

“Will you knock me up?”

His smirk grew wider “I will my little liebing, I will make you round with my kids, you’ll a young mommy, so good, do not expect me to stop after one, I will give you many many more”

You couldn’t help it but think how this was such an amazing idea.

“Yes, please Laszlo”

“Call my name, what do you want?” “I want to have your children Laszlo”

He never stopped thrusting inside you, he hovered you, his presence overbearing as your pleasure was around the corner once more, your moans erratic as he begun to trust order in you.

You lost yourself into that orgasm once more, you shivered resting against him as another moan escaped you when he came in your body, he filled you up as he promised.

You looked at him blinking softly as your legs fell off his hips.

“You’re so beautiful”

You blushed as you shifted lightly

“Don’t move” he murmured and you blinked at him surprised “Let’s make sure it will work”

His hand on your clit once more, your hands holding tight the desk.

The night was still young.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Guardian Angel ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 3.7K

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

GENRE: College AU, enemies to lovers, bully to lover, Tsundere bully to lover

A.N: Thank you so much for the creative freedom hunny and I hope that this is okay for you

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF PHYSICAL VIOLENCE BETWEEN READER AND ANOTHER CHARACTER IN THE FIC

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Running late as always you pushed the door open to your Criminology class where everyone turned to stare at you, nothing new about that. They always stared. But you didn't bother to question why they were staring this time, it was normally because you were late or that they just simply wanted to make you uncomfortable. It was obvious that no one seemed to like you, not even the tutor that taught the class. The door opened again behind you and before you even had a chance to move a voice rang out loudly causing more people to look up,

"Move, dweeb." You shuffled to the side letting him go by and you felt your stomach churn as you saw him. Dressed in his usual leather jacket, biking gloves and black jeans he sauntered across the floor towards his desk. His long black hair was thrown into a bun as he mumbled asking people to move as he got to his row. Girls staring the entire time as he dragged the chair out and sat down, making as much noise as possible because he loved the attention he got. 

"Jeon Jungkook. Reason for being late?" Your tutor questioned as you slowly made your way over to your desk, mentally thanking Jungkook's power to take attention away from everyone else so that you could get away with being late. 

"Bike broke down on the way. Stopped to fix it." He murmured as he began taking out his book from his bag, waiting for the class to continue on. As if that was a valid excuse the tutor nodded turning her attention to you as she remembered that you were late. Her hands rested on her hips as she tapped her foot staring at you, her long blond hair was left down and she wore a black pencil skirt with a white dress shirt, the top buttons open so that she could show off her fake tits. 

"Miss Y/l/n." A coldness ran through your body as you realised you weren't out of the woods yet and you were about to get punished for being late. If it wasn't bad enough you were already late because you'd slept through all of your alarms you knew you were going to end up late for work that night because being late with Miss Nolty always meant detention.

"Give me an excuse, which is it this time? Your dog turned off your alarm, your roommate locked you out? You couldn't find the room..." You ignored the tutor as you kept your head down, the entire class of around 30 students all joining in with her but Jungkook watched as he could sense you were growing uncomfortable. Blood boiling as he watched everyone laughing along, coming up with more excuses he sighed to himself, slamming his hand onto the table gaining the attention of the girl sitting beside him who was trying to study.

"She was with me." Heads shot over in Jungkook's direction as he stared at the tutor who looked heartbroken at the mere thought of you being alone with Jungkook. It was no secret that the college tutor had her way when it came to male students, sleeping with anyone she found attractive. Miss Nolty folded her hands over her chest covering herself up for the first time ever,

"With you?" The tutor questioned as she turned all of her attention back onto him, the atmosphere in the room seemed to change as everyone seemed shocked to learn Jungkook had been with you. The girls in your glass began glaring at you while the guys all seemed to smirk with one another, staring over at you with hunger in their eyes.

"Well...I'll see you both in detention tonight. Tardiness is not tolerated in my classroom." She snapped at Jungkook, ranting on about how this would never work in a workplace but you drowned her out, doing independent studying from the book that was in front of you. 

Why did Jungkook have to do that? He hated you more than anyone else in the course did so why did he feel the need to suddenly stand up for you in front of the tutor and everyone in the classroom. He'd probably just made your life ten times worse than it already way in the course. 

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"So...Are you fucking him?" A voice whispered from the left side of you, glancing over you saw one of the jocks staring at you and chewing on some gum. He was wearing a large hoodie with the college logo on the front, his hair was receding at the front and it looked as though he'd probably be bald before he turned 30.

"What? Who?" You frowned forgetting for a moment what Jungkook had said as you looked at the jock, you didn't even know his name and you were pretty sure he didn't know yours either.  

"Guk. Are you fucking him?" You laughed at him turning your head away as you shook it violently, there was nothing on this planet that would make you even want to be nice to Jungkook never mind sleep with him. 

You'd lived beside him for years and he'd always been a dick to you, throughout high school and college. You were pretty sure he'd only joined the Criminology course just so that he could torture for a few more years, everything was some sort of sick and twisted game to him.

"So...You're not? You're single?" A bell went off inside of you as you could sense where this conversation was going to go, he was going to ask you out and it was going to be some kind of prank so you ignored him trying to keep your eyes on the page. 

"I just...I need someone to study with and I don't want to ask anyone else." He continued to whisper watching you the entire time, normally you were great at blocking everyone out but today you couldn't. 

"I'll never bother you again...It's just for the test?" Biting down on your lip you suddenly turned to look at him, tears threatening to well up in your eyes but you didn't let them. 

"Why? So you can show up with all of your friends and laugh at me? Or are you just going to not come and laugh about it the next day?" Something broke inside of you as you snapped at him, ignoring the strange looks you were gaining from those around you. 

"Or did Jungkook put you up to it?" You shook your head laughing at the thought of it but the guy shook his head, 

"No. I'm in serious need of help...Please, I know you work at Jo's. I can meet you there?" The desperation in his voice was hard to fake so you nodded at him, agreeing that you'd meet him there. 

"I have a shift. I finish at 6 tonight." You mumbled before going back to reading from the book as the guy slid a piece of paper in front of you. 

Seongwa 07387178916 in case I'm late x

Sliding it into your book you tried to ignore the kiss on the end and focus on your reading instead of the panic that was bubbling up inside of you about that night.

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"The apron looks cute," Seongwa said as you sat down across from him in one of the booths, you looked down at your uniform and gave him a fake smile. The uniform was too revealing for your liking, a short dress combo with a pink frilly apron to tie it all together with. 

"It's gross and misogynistic." You grumbled taking out your book from your bag and flipping it open to the chapter the test was going to be on. All about serial killers and their upbringing, it was a debate based on if serial killers could be caught in their youth, which signs could help determine them. 

"I was just struggling with some of the terms, I know that frequently they're bed wetters from bad homes but what else?" He questioned watching you as your eyes skimmed over the book in front of you. 

As you were about to answer him the door opened in the store and Jungkook walked in, you saw him walking over to the table and order a drink. The same drink he got every time he came into the small diner you worked it, not that he ever came in when you were working. Only when you'd finished a shift, you'd catch him as you were leaving. 

"There are many different factors, bedwetting and bad home lives are the main ones but not everyone with those turns out to be a murderer." You mumbled as you ran your highlighter over a section of the book he could use, 

"It has all of the factors that most of the killers share." You pushed the book in front of him and he began reading, or at least you thought he was reading. 

"Look what we have," A voice called out making you look up from your phone, standing at your table was one of the girls in your class. Like Miss Nolty she had a large crush on Jungkook so you knew what was going to happen and you prepared yourself for the endless bombard of insults that were about to get thrown at you.

"The little slut going through the whole class," She smirked looking at you, Yeji, she was popular and pretty and bitchy. Everything that added up to a high school cliche. 

"Why are you sitting with my boyfriend?" She questioned as she sat down on Seongwa's lap, you looked down at the paper not wanting to make eye contact with her in case she suddenly turned you into stone. 

"He asked for help-"

"Babe. I was sitting here and she came up to me, like you said she's a stalker creep." Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach as Seongwa spoke about you like that, 

"H-He asked for help studying, I was helping-" A stinging sensation raced across your face as you hissed out, holding your hand up to your cheek shocked that Yeji had slapped you like that or even slapped anyone like that. 

"That looked like it stung, here...Let me cool it down for you." Her voice was filled with fake pitty as she picked up a milkshake from the table beside yours and began slowly pouring it down onto your head and uniform. Everyone in the diner stood by and watched doing nothing as she smirked at you, 

"You have a little something," She threw a napkin at you and began giggling as Seongwa laughed loudly, snapping photos for everyone to see. You never should have agreed t helping him, you knew from the start that something was wrong with him suddenly asking you to help.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook's voice asked as he stood beside the table but no one turned to look at him, you just kept your head down as the milkshake seeped into your apron not daring to move in case he was in on it too. 

"Hey! I'm talking to you dumbass, what do you think you're doing?" Jungkook sounded beyond angry as he stared down at the guy beside you, Seongwa turned to look at Jungkook and scoffed, 

"What does it look like? We're having fun." He laughed loudly as Yeji got off his lap, running her fingers up and down Jungkook's clothed chest. 

"Come on, it's funny Guky. We're playing your favourite game. Torture the loser," She laughed loudly but he took her wrist in his hand, moving it off him before moving her away from him completely as he turned to look at Seongwa who was still laughing. 

"It's not fucking funny," He growled making you look up in surprise, your heart beating rapidly against your chest as he stood up for you for the second time that day. 

"You gotta admit it is, look-" Seongwa's hand was pulled away from you as he went to point and he was dragged from his seat by an angry Jungkook.

"Get away from her," It was a warning this time as he shoved Seongwa in the direction of the exit, 

"Whoa, man! What's your fucking problem?!" He yelled out watching as Jungkook picked up his book and threw it down by his feet, ignoring everyone who was turning to stare at what was happening in the diner. 

"Do I need to explain my reasoning? Get the fuck away from her," Jungkook's eyes seemed to darken as he stared at Seongwa who started laughing even harder,

"Ooooo, do you like her? Do you want to kiss her?" Within seconds Seongwa was pushed against the wall while Jungkook held onto the lapels of his jacket, forcing him against the wall as he spoke in a harsh tone.

"She's mine to tease, she belongs to me." He spat as he looked at a terrified Seongwa, his eyes widened with fear as he nodded dramatically. 

"I'm the only one allowed to tease her...Do I make myself fucking clear?" Once Seongwa nodded Jungkook dropped him, watching the boy scramble to pick up his things before leaving the diner with Yeji trailing behind him.

"Fucking idiot, it's a good thing I came when I found out he'd asked for help. What kind of dumbass are you? Why do something like this?" He gestured towards all of the notes that were now ruined and covered in the milkshake that had splattered onto you. 

"I'm always picking you up when bad shit happens," He groaned as he watched you trying to wipe off as much of the milkshake as humanly possible still not speaking a word to him. There was no way for you to tell if this was still part of what Seongwa had planned or if he was being genuine. 

"Do you have any spare clothes?" He sighed as he realised you were going to have to go home to your dorms covered in the milkshake, you shook your head. 

"No." Simple answeres was going to get you through the meeting with him, he began rooting through the bag he had with him.

"What's their deal? Why do they hate you so much?" You stared at Jungkook not knowing if you should laugh or cry at his questions. 

"Why do you care?" Jungkook held up a hoodie from inside of his bag, a black one with some shorts he owned. 

"I don't. Nobody else is allowed to treat you like that, only I'm allowed," He shoved the clothes into your hand being careful not to hit the milkshake parts of you. 

"Why?" You questioned again.

"Because you need clothes to travel home in. I'm not letting you get onto my bike in that," He gestured to the messed up outfit and you shook your head, 

"I'm already home. I stay here...But I meant why do you get to be the only one that bullies me?" It felt strange to be having a conversation with him after all of these years, 

"Because I know when to stop. What do you mean you stay here? You have a dorm..." You stared at him wondering what kind of simple-minded answer that was. It was stupid but as you came to think of it all those years Jungkook had bullied you not once did he go too far and make you cry like everyone else had but it didn't justify anything.

"Why are you staying here?" He asked as he waited for you to answer, you'd just gotten changed into the clothes he'd given to you and came out of the bathroom.

"My roommates locked me out, I've been staying on the sofa in the basement," You admitted as you realised he wasn't going to drop it until he got all of the answers out of you, 

"Is that why you've been so late lately?" You nodded at him putting your clothes into a laundry basket with the rest of your dirty clothes, you needed to find a laundromat somewhere.

"Why do you let people treat you like that?"

"Why do you treat me like that? Why do you hate me?!" You countered back at him snapping at little raising an eyebrow as you waited for him to answer the question this time.

"You're always doing something fucking dumb, always getting into trouble you're a magnet for it!" He yelled out as he grabbed the keys for his bike and your hand, pulling you towards the exit of the diner.

"What are you doing?" You questioned as he kept pulling you out of the door and towards his bike. Sitting there was a large black motorbike that looked expensive, 

"You're not staying on a sofa when I have a perfectly good spare room." He grumbled as he opened the seat to get the helmet out of it, 

"Put it on before you hurt yourself." He handed you a black helmet but you made no attempt to put it on. 

"Here," He placed it onto your head, strapping it on tightly enough so that it wouldn't come off, 

"I don't need your clumsy ass hurting yourself," He mumbled as he sat you on the bike, sitting in front of you and wrapping your arms around his waist. 

"Hold on tight." That was the last thing he mumbled before he began driving off.

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"I'll make some tea," Jungkook's dorm was nothing how you had expected it to be, you thought it would be dark but it was bright. White walls with white furniture and photos everywhere of his family, you knew his mother so you recognised her face in the photographs. You stayed silent as he bought you a cup of tea to the coffee table in his living room, you had no idea what to say to him or why you had even gone along with him in the first place. 

"All I could think about was hitting him, no one should treat you like that! It bothers me so much when everyone does it in class," Staring at him in shock you wondered why it bothered him so much when all of these years he'd been doing the same thing. 

"Why?" He stared at you as he frowned, did you really not see everything he had been doing to protect you?

"You're mine. No one gets to treat you like that...Ever." It confused you even more as you stared back at him, 

"You do the same thing. You've bullied me for years." You shook your head at him and he sighed, 

"There's a difference...I know when you stop when you've had enough...I do it because I know your boundaries." Only more confusion set in as he admitted it to you, it didn't make up for anything he had said or done over the years. 

"I've always looked out for you though...Like when it snowed and I drove you home. Or when you had that cold and I brought you medicine...I always made sure you had notes in class." It was true but he still did it while calling you mean names or being rude about it. 

"Is anyone else bothering you? I have to know who and what they're doing so I can stop them." That was when it hit you, he was being protective in a mean way. He was acting like all of those rude Tsundere anime boys you saw in manga and shows. 

"You're being...Protective?" You questioned as you stared at him, he locked eyes with you not saying anything,

"You're worried about me?" You asked again as you waited for him to say something else but he got up in a rush, almost hitting the coffee table and spilling the tea. 

"It's your fault I get like this! It's your fault I get so worried and protective over you!" He yelled out as he began pacing around the floor, your eyes on him the whole time as you waited for him to say something else. 

"Those big eyes, that smile that always makes me smile even when you're driving me nuts and being so god damn annoying!" He stopped still and stared at you, 

"What are you talking about?" Everything felt as though it was getting too much to handle but you had to know why he did this, why he had done all of this over the years and why he was still so protective over you now. 

"I had to keep annoying you and bullying you otherwise I was going to start thinking about how much I loved you...How much I wanted you." Blinking you stared at him now knowing what to say in response to him. 

"Loved?" Was the only thing that seemed to be coming out of your mouth staring back at him, 

"It's your fault." You laughed softly as he passed the blame onto you as if it was something you had to do with, it was his feelings, not yours. 

"Which is why you're going to stay here so I can look after you. Make you get to work and class okay...Make sure you're okay-" He stopped speaking when you smashed your lips against his, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as you finally kissed him after all these years. The long awaiting build up making your stomach flip and sparks fly as you finally kissed one another. Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up so he could finally hold you close to his body. 

"I love you dumbass," He mumbled against your lips as you nodded at him, 

"I love you too, cunt." You bit down on his lip before kissing him once again, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as you leant into him.

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Sitting beside him in class the next day was nerve-wracking, he had his arm around your shoulder glaring at anyone that was staring at the two of you for more than he approved of. Not everything was perfect between the two of you and it was going to take some time to get used to him being kind of nice to you all of a sudden but there was no denying your feelings for one another. Besides, he was like your guardian angel.

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[shoutogepi]

Taking Care of Their Drunk S/O After a Girls’ Night Out

with Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou 

genre : [ ☀︎ ]  fluff!! & a tiny bitta steam~

hc prompt : how would he take care of you if you come home wasted after a girls’ night out?

author’s note : this is my first time writing headcanons!! idk if this is good hc material but lemme know what you think! :) **gif not mine!!

bakugou:

first of all, blasty is annoyed that you’re going out and ditching his elderly ass at home. it’s a wednesday night so who in their right mind would be going to the club?? sure it’s your close friend’s birthday but they couldn’t just push the celebration to the weekend like a normal person?

sure you have work tomorrow but you’re young enough and it’s your friend’s birthday, they just went through a breakup so you just wanna be there for them, physically and emotionally. and bakugou gets that, but he’s still gonna be crabby about it cuz he usually drags you into bed at like ten pm.

more importantly, he likes to have you tucked up in his arms, nose in your hair and tbh your ass on his crotch. it’s just so much easier to fall asleep knowing you’re safe and there with him, and even though he complains about it, the sound of your gentle snores really lull him into slumber.

therefore he has a hard time falling asleep just because you’re not with him, but then the fact that he’s in his large bed and you’re out and about, looking killer in that sexy clubbing number... he’s gnashing his teeth and twisting in the sheets no doubt. knowing you’re most likely very far from sober doesn't really help either. and just thinking of all the creeps that’re probably eyeing up every inch of skin, every curve hugged perfectly by that black sleek dress he usually loves but really despises right now… ugh, he just can’t sleep with his blood boiling like this.

so of course he’s still awake, very agitated may i add, when scratching noises at the door start at two thirty in the morning.

you’re pathetically attempting to open the front door, but the key to the apartment is almost identical to the lobby key and then… the elevator key is there too and oh my goshhh the mailbox key is so small it’s hilarious!! like it’s a baby or something and idk you’re just vibing, laughing at the mini object drunk off your ass.

and a disgruntled katsuki swings the door wide open while you’re giggling at your fucking keychain like an idiot.

caught like a deer in headlights, your expression actually makes his frown melt into an amused smirk, the corner of his lip twitching upwards. “hey dopey, what’s so funny?”

shaking off the embarrassment, you throw your arms into the air and close your eyes, a great big grin on your lips as you loudly cheer his name.

katsuki has a huge weak spot for you and you just look so genuinely happy to see him that he doesn’t bother to make fun of you further, he just slips an arm around your waist and gathers you inside.

he asks how your night was while he bends down to take off your shoes, instructing you to lean on the door for support because you’re all wobbly and clearly not capable of standing upright on your own. god, how did you even make it back by yourself in one piece?

once the shoes are off, he scoops you up like you weigh nothing. years of training have paid off, i mean, his biceps are probably the same circumference as your skull so… it makes sense that he’s able to carry you so easily but it still blows your mind every time he does it.

sets you on the edge of the bed, kissing your forehead when you ask if he’s always had such sparkly eyes. oh, how they shine in the moonlight. lmao you’re a cheesy drunk. he shakes it off with the classic bakugou tch but you know deep down he loves it.

he takes off your constrictive clothing so all you’re left in is your underwear, and yeah his eyes linger because you’re literally perfect to him. but it’s like three am now and he just wants to get you ready for bed, so he puts one of his ground zero shirts on you because he doesn’t trust himself to not escalate the situation with you sitting naked in front of him like that.

has you sit on the sink counter in the bathroom while he hands you your toothbrush, toothpaste already squeezed out and bristles wettened. as you very sloppily brush your teeth, complaining about how the mint flavor is “too spicy”, he’s busy getting out the makeup remover and wipes.

he watches you do your little routine every night so he’s well versed in what to do. he ties your hair back and you’re surprised, like, how does he know how to tie a girl’s hair?? you figure it’s from past experience so you let him know your thoughts.

he’s red from ear to ear with blush, and he adamantly explains that “it’s not that hard to do, smartass, i didn’t learn from that.”

is all pouty and grumbly as he swipes the cotton pad across your face but his touch is sweet and so careful, loving. you lean into him like a cat, and he gets even redder because fuck you’re really cute.

after you’re done brushing your teeth, katsuki hands you a glass of water and tells you to drink it, or else you’re not getting any cuddles tonight.

“slow down dopey— i didn’t mean all in one go!”

he puts on your skincare stuff too, and he even rubs it into your skin in the right direction and pressure.

you just kinda sit there and then suddenly you’re tearing up because your man is so considerate ?? and gentle?? and he’s just, ugh, perfect and all yours and you’re just really in your feelings all the sudden.

katsuki is shook when he stops focusing on rubbing the moisturizer into your neck to see tears gathering along your lower lashes.

“hey, what’s wrong, princess? did something happen? do you feel alright?”

you just pull him close and hold him tight. and katsuki is the smartest guy you know, he picks up all your social cues. so he softly wraps his strong arms around you, calloused fingers rubbing into your scalp.

“i just really love you,” you whimper, muffled his now damp shirt. “i’m sorry for keeping you up, i meant to just sneak in and slide into bed. you don’t have to do all this.”

he’s quiet for a moment before he squeezes you carefully, letting out a low sigh. “you worry too much, baby. you know i’d do anything for you...” he leans back and his thumb rolls over your wet cheek, eyes half lidded and a small, sincere smile on his lips, “and, i really love you too.”

kirishima:

kiri isn’t really the type to get super overprotective, and he does his fair share of partying so he is more than understanding when you tell him you’re going to the club with the girls.

he does pout a little when you tell him he can’t come, but he quickly accepts the fact because he understands it’s “girls’ night” and he probably wouldn’t want to be there for that anyway. although he does quip out a small comment about how sexy you look in your clubbing outfit, and how much sexier it’s gonna look on your bedroom floor later on.

safe to say you leave the house with a blush on your cheeks and a little heat between your legs.

you’re out with the 1A girls tonight— you’d all stayed pretty close after graduation and somehow you’d finally managed to get a night that all of you could attend. you can’t remember how many rounds of shots go by, and by the time the club is closing, your friends are all in various stages of drunkenness.

tsuyu and ochaco are playing some children’s hand game and singing along to it while they clap their hands together incessantly, jirou and hagakure are stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk as some kind of competition and yelling in indignation, and mina and momo have their arms around your shoulders as they debate what would be tastier right now: takoyaki or taiyaki.

honestly you keep tripping up on the words because they sound so similar, so the conversation just keeps going in circles until one of you finally decides to call a cab.

it’s about one in the morning— the group had left the club to get a snack before the easy mart across the street closed and you’d each gotten probably too many foods, your eyes bigger than your stomach.

kirishima laughs when you walk into the apartment, wobbling a bit with the (surprisingly full) plastic “thank you!” bag swinging around in the air.

“hey babe, whatcha got there? woah now—“

he reaches out and catches you before you tumble over, a red brow raised teasingly at your questionable balance.

“you alright baby?”

his voice is always deep, but it sounds even more intoxicatingly velvety in your drunken stupor, and all you do is give him the eyes with your tongue poking out between your lips.

he laughs at you again, nodding and whispering a “later, eager girl” in your ear as he sits you down on the couch, large hands fiddling with the straps on your ankles.

kiri frowns as the heel comes off, angry red marks marring the top of your foot, the back of your ankle faring even worse with a blister rubbed raw laying there.

you hiss when he touches it experimentally, a look of surprise on your face and frustration on his.

“y’know you’re really deadly in those heels babe, but if i’d known they’d hurt ‘ya i wouldn’t have let ‘ya wear ‘em out for so long…”

he disappears into the bathroom for a moment only to come back with the first aid kit. he gingerly holds your foot with one hand, the other dabbing some antibacterial cream onto the wound. he rips the wrapper with his pointy teeth, and you stifle a laugh at his red hero logo littered across the bandage.

he chuckles at your laughter, pressing a gentle kiss to your knee as he repeats the action on the other foot.

once he’s done and you’re all bandaged up, he sits next to you on the sofa, pulling your legs up across his lap.

he is not afraid to stay up late with you— actually, he prefers it because he just loves talking with you, especially when you’re all giggly and blushy because of the alcohol. plus he doesn’t want you to go to sleep still drunk (which he can tell you clearly still are), cuz he thinks you’ll have more of a hangover and it’s not that he doesn’t wanna take care of you tomorrow, it’s that he doesn’t want you to be in any pain if you can avoid it. he is a gentleman after all.

kiri inquires how your night out was, and you inform him of all the fun you’d had with the girls. he nods as he listens, big hands coming to rub your feet with the tiniest bit of strength— just enough to soothe your aching feet.

he tends to your every need;

fetching you an icy water bottle and encouraging you to drink from it frequently— “take another sip for me baby, I’ll add another minute to your massage if ‘ya do— haha that’s it, good girl!”

turning on the fan when you say you’re a little warm— “you’re hot? yeah i know. kidding. lemme get the fan for ‘ya.”

flicking on the TV and putting on your choice of entertainment. he doesn’t mind that it’s that show you love, even if it’s his third time watching this particular episode— “great choice babe, this one’s funny… hey, what’s that look for? of course it’s alright, i love this show!”  

it’s more of a background noise anyway as he talks with you, genuinely enjoying your company and just being there with you. he just wants to chat with you; share your smiles and hear your thoughts from the night, make silly jokes about the show and hear your laugh, lay his cheesy pickup lines on you even though you’ve been his for quite some time now.

and it’s so cute to him how you stumble on your words and amuse yourself when you’re drunk like this, and then when you remember you had bought snacks he swears his heart skips a beat at your squeal of excitement.

“this one’s for you!” you chime happily, hand outstretched and offering the box of pocky to him. his heart melts a little (okay maybe a lot) at your gift— he’d said he was craving chocolate last night and you had remembered, even in your intoxicated state.

gosh, he really loves you.

he’s about to voice the emotion when his thumb brushes over the perfect spot on the arch of your foot particularly hard, and a loud moan erupts from your lips, your brow furrowing and your lip pinching between your teeth.

you share a heated look before he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“thanks babe, but the pocky’ll have to wait,” he murmurs as he tosses the box aside, pushing the bag of snacks onto the floor. crawling over your legs with a sharp-toothed smirk on his lips, he growls lowly, a glint in his crimson eyes. “there’s something else i needa taste of now…”

➥ masterlist — thanks for reading as always :)

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[misalpav]

Brahmāstra Part One: Shiva Review No Spoiler + Spoiler

rating: 3/10

no spoiler review: The VFX was amazing. I genuinely have no words and insane respect for the VFX artists. Plot was kind of bad imo and it was more focused on getting from one point to the next and extremely focused on a romance with literally no chemistry.

*spoilers beyond the cut*

aight so now we get spoilers.

There was literally no chemistry between Ranbir and Alia

THEY SAID THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND ALL THAT BULLSHIT LITERALLY 3 DAYS AFTER THEY ACTUALLY EVEN MET AND LEARNED EACH OTHER'S NAMES TF

The dialogues were BAD. they needed better plot and dialogue writers. "Ameer hu nakli nahi." 🤡

The Nandi Astra when they actually did the VFX bull was SO PRETTY

BUT WHY DID THEY HAVE TO KILL OFF ANISH. I LIKED HIM HERE (a bit... still kind of annoyed it took anish THAT long to join the first fight scene w him in it)

Dev was literally just Arishem from Eternals

The whole Deva Deva song seemed like it used firebenders from Avatar as inspiration

THE BRAHMASTRA LOOKED LIKE THE CHROME LOGO (that's neither a good or bad thing I'm j putting it out there)

Ugh I need to bring the love story back bc it was RIDICULOUS. how the FUCK was he already like my love for isha >>> my fear of fire bc of my deep-rooted trauma from seeing my mother die from fire

think of it like this. day 1: they actually met and went to shiva's house then Shiva had those visions. day 2: Isha's "don't hide anything from me me tere saath hu" + they go to Varanasi. day 3-4: they go to Himalayas and Shiva passes out. day 5: he wakes up and she leaves cuz the Guruji said so. 5 DAYS! HOW DID THEIR LOVE BECOME I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU????

SHAH RUKH KHAN'S CAMEO WAS SO GOOD GENUINELY. "bandarāstra" made me laugh

Junoon (Mouni Roy) was literally just Wanda. Wanda was influenced by the Darkhold and she was influenced by Dev (who I've already related to Eternals' Arishem)

The songs were good, just unnecessary. then again it's a Hindi movie and all Hindi movies have songs so I'll let that go ig. the only thing is there are some movies where it feels like the songs belong and move the plot along (anything Rajamouli or Bhansali) and this absolutely wasn't one of them

the OSTs were decent too tbh

idk what else to say tbh. I might add more later if I think of stuff but yeah if ur gonna watch it then watch for the VFX and cameos and expect a bad plot/dialogue.

[say-narry]

Ride it

Characters: Harry!husband x Reader

Word count: ~1.8K

Warnings: insinuations, oral sex, explicit sex

Author's note: I don't know much about basketball, but here it is. Again, English is not my first language.

Versão em PT-BR

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I felt that sometimes Harry didn't learn how competitive I was, even after years of marriage. We had a bet on which of our favorite basketball teams would win tonight and well, I won.

We were at an NBA championship game, me rooting for my big Lakers and Harry for the Celtics.

Between dunks and shots, Lakers won 81-71. It was a good game for both teams and even better for me.

I avoided my little victory dance so as not to hurt Harry, he hated to lose and I knew how hurt he was like a kid without dessert, so since he had lost, I just clapped my hands and smiled.

After leaving the crowd that came to take a picture with Harry, even the Lakers fans, we had made it into the car. I just glared suggestively at Harry and he just ignored me or stuck out his tongue like a tantruming child.

What can I do? He invented this and also the payment of the bet, my team just did their job.

We put on our seat belts and Harry started the car.

Harry hummed softly and I bit the ligaments in my fingers with my elbow against the car door, while H drove through the streets of Los Angeles.

The music had changed from quiet to more upbeat, I loved it, and like cartoons, a light bulb went on above my head.

I still hadn't thought for sure what my prize would be, but Harry, if I had won we would have to do heavier banter in public, since I was very reserved being a kindergarten teacher, but I think I might go further tonight.

"Let it be, let it be, let it be known..." I began "Touching and teasing me, telling me no, but this time I need to feel you..." I held Harry's hand that rested on the backrest between us. He pulled it lightly and kissed it, without taking his lips off the road, I couldn't wait to have fun tonight.

***

We arrived a few minutes later, I went to the bathroom in our suite while Harry activated our house alarm.

I literally ran through the shower, grabbed the lilac silk camisole that barely covered my buttocks. I had bought it the day after we had placed the bet, but I hadn't told Harry, I wanted him to have fun too if I won.

Grabbing my perfume from the huge shelf in our bathroom, I sprayed it on my neck, between my breasts and wrists. I untied my hair and that was it.

A beautiful hot girl.

I lay down in the middle of our bed and crossed my legs waiting for Harry to arrive, I grabbed my cell phone that I had left on the bedside table and looked for a song in the playlist setting it on the TV installed on the wall of the room.

"Babe, how about we plant..." Harry opened the door and faced me "...Daisies outside, but what's that? I lost the bet..." His mischievous grin appeared in moments.

"We can both win the bet, Mr. Styles." I blinked returning the smile.

Harry was wearing a white button down shirt with sleeves, there was a Celtics logo printed on it with dark maroon pants matching the top and black all stars.

His hand hooked on the first button of his blouse, but I stopped him.

"No sir... I want to see you take off your clothes, but slowly and with background music." I lifted my body and spread my legs a little, giving Harry the view to see that I was wearing the panties he loved most on my body.

Grabbing the TV remote, I put the music on. Harry had his hands resting on his waist, his cheeks had blushed repeatedly and his head was shaking negatively.

"Come on, baby... This will be my prize," I whimpered a little.

"A strip tease, honey? You swear?" He laughed nervously, he really didn't expect it.

"I've already done it for you and you know how much I like this song. I stood up and went bouncing over to Harry, his hands sliding from my waist to my buttocks, where I could feel his fingers pressing hard into my flesh to the point where I could feel the frosting of his rings.

Kissing the jaw that I idolized so much, I moved slowly down to Harry's neck, and he closed his eyes with a sigh and nodded.

I kissed him and turned my back to the edge of the bed, biting my lips to hold back my victory shout.

I went back to the music from the beginning after groping around the bed for my cell phone, Harry had dimmed the light even more, letting only the brightness of the full moon shining through the glass illuminate his body.

Harry's fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing the tattoo of birds and the butterfly on top of his belly.

He looked down at me, his eyes staring into mine as I felt my breathing become heavy. I didn't deny how much power Harry had over me, nothing to do with S&M, but he exuded sympathy and sensuality, and it held me in a surprising way.

As soon as he finished unbuttoning his shirt, it fell from his shoulders to the floor, I don't know if he had done it on purpose as I rambled on, but the V-shaped line giving the path to my happiness was showing in conjunction with the branch tattoos.

I could feel my panties getting wet. Harry blinked slowly at me, which made me bite my lips as a reflex.

Holding the button of his pants like it was the heaviest thing in the world, Harry brought out his tattooed biceps, I wanted him to hold me tight with those arms and I had Harry's physical trainer to thank for that, he really went all out with his training routines.

The button on his pants was like a signal to come back from my thoughts "Stop dreaming and focus on me, (Y/N), I'm here and I'm your man!"

Okay, I am no longer feeling my legs, only the river that had formed between them.

Walking slowly over to me, Harry held my face tilting it so that I could look at him. I struggled to find words due to the closeness and warmth being emanated from the palm of his hands. "I'm just admiring you, Hazz..."

Leaning his face up to my ear, Harry let out "I make you hot, baby girl?" I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I noticed his erection strongly marking his pants, making my mouth water, I just moaned softly in agreement.

With that, he planted a kiss just below my ear before continuing down my neck and along my collarbone. His teeth brushed against my skin a few times, but the feel of his tongue soothing each spot made me cry out for him between softer moans.

Over the top of the sweater, he reached for my breasts, Harry kneading them, until his fingers laced through the shoulder straps and down my arms.

Putting one knee between my legs, Harry slipped his arm around my waist and pushed my body to the middle of the bed.

Lying on top of me and with my breasts already showing, he deftly caressed one while his mouth worked on another nipple, gently flicking and swirling his tongue around it.

I arched my back involuntarily and my fingers tugged at his hair with the sensation. "Harry." I sighed his name between the faint moans escaping my lips.

"You are as sweet as your scent, my woman," he murmurs against my skin. "I need to taste you for the rest of my life, know this."

"Hmm" I murmur as he moves to stand between my legs, gently pulling my panties down in one swift motion. He settles into place, kissing the inside of my thigh, stopping before where I needed it most, doing the same with my other thigh. "Stop teasing," I beg.

Harry chuckled lightly. "Patience, dear."

But as soon as the words are out of his mouth, he runs his finger through my folds, stopping at my clit, applying enough pressure to make my head fall back against the pillow.

He quickly replaces his finger with his mouth, kissing my clit before sliding his tongue down my slit, teasing my already wet entrance.

Harry places his mouth back on my clit, swirling his tongue around and flicking it. He hums against me, enjoying the noises he is causing in me, and my back arches out of the bed.

"Don't stop," I exhale with my eyes closed.

I feel him shove two fingers inside me, and from that moment on, I that I wouldn't last much longer. As he pumped his fingers firmly, I could feel that euphoria approaching fast.

"I'm going to cum," I grunted. "Fuck!"

"Mhm," he hums against me, "But already, my love?"

My eyes close harder as the orgasm coursed through my body.

My thighs trembled as Harry continues to work. He slowed the movement of his fingers and used his other hand to rub his side gently.

When I opened my eyes again, his face was in front of me. "Hi," he whispers and leans in for a brief kiss.

Time to reciprocate, I thought already stretching my hand towards his member, he interrupts me by grabbing my wrist and I face him "Today is about the winner...," he says. "And now, I need to be inside you." "I like that, love..." I confessed. With a teasing laugh, Harry kneels between my legs and removes his pants with his underwear, leaving his cock pointed up and with its lubricated little head in my field of vision.

Without time to think much, my admiration turns into a groan as I feel him begin to thrust into me.

"Great game, lovie!" he teases and I let out a gasping laugh. He gives me a second to relax and adjust, nudging his side and taking my hand, intertwining my fingers with his.

"Still with me?"

I exhale and smile at him. "Yes, keep going."

It takes a few strokes before he is fully in me, Harry sets a steady pace, and I revel in the pleasure.

"Shit," he utters. "Do you feel as good as I do, baby?"

I can't say much except moan as I feel him stretching me taut. Harry places his thumb on my clit and begins rubbing in tight circles. My eyes almost roll back, and I can feel the next orgasm growing inside me.

"I'm close," he groans hoarsely. "I want you to cum with me, baby."

I whimper as I hear his tone and nod my head. His movements become faster and his breathing becomes more irregular.

"Oh, God," I say choking, as my body begins to tremble with his second orgasm. "So good, Harry..."

The supreme sensation makes me involuntarily squeeze his member inside me. Harry stands still and settles down, and with a groan, I feel him release himself inside me.

He rests his forehead against my shoulder as we both try to catch our breath. I rub his back slowly, feeling my fingernails leave some marks.

When he lifts his head, Harry had a few drops of sweat all over his face, but without taking my beloved smile away... "I never thought I would say this, but I hope the Lakers win more often from now on."

I give a muffled laugh stealing a kiss.

Lakers... win again, please.

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[cinnamonrusts]

i’ll see you in the village -- 5

parts: 1 2 3 4

Chris and his team home in on your location. He comes to learn just what Miranda has done to the woman he loves. (chris redfield x f!reader)

(tags: @moonlightnumbsthepainifeel)

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Chris sat inside the armored van and lit his cigarette. The darkness of the village was thick and the air felt heavy but in the moment, he felt calm. He was finally able to pinpoint your location and although Miranda had you in her clutches, his team confirmed to see you alive before she took you underground into her domain. Chris inhaled the cigarette deeply and recalled the many naggings he received from you regarding his habit.

“You should really stop smoking, Chris,” you complained as you waved your hand around in the air inside of Chris’s truck. “I’ll stop smoking -- when you stop gambling,” he blew a puff of smoke out of the window. You huffed, “I’m telling you, you can’t win if you don’t play!” Chris shook his head and turned toward you with cigarette in between his lips, “I’ll stop when you do,” he winked and your eyes rolled, “I’ll remember that when I’m a millionaire, Redfield.”

His eyes closed as he exhaled, “I’m coming, baby,” he whispered to himself, then exited the vehicle. Chris approached the team members that were staked around the general area and pointed out the location where Miranda was held up at. Around the exit of the village where you were last seen at was blocked with gigantic black roots that writhed about in a hostile manner. Helicopters flew overhead and on the side of the flying vehicles were the BSAA’s logos. Chris took the rifle from Lobo and looked through the scope to observe the situation and took note as to what his former agency was up to. They would only cause more issues for his mission than what he already had dealt with, but the Alpha wouldn’t let this stop them, they would continue on. “BSAA... They’ve gone too far,” he said as paratroopers exited to the ground but the chopper was soon attacked by a root and spiraled out to the ground with an explosion.

Redfield instructed his team to head for the main source of the black roots and destroy it. “I’ve got your back, boss. Let’s get to work.” said Lobo. Chris’s plan was clear in his mind: destroy Miranda, rescue Rosemary, and ensure your safety. With guns at ready, Hound Wolf Squad made their way through the village that was on the brink of destruction. He would fight the Hell and high water to finish what had been started.

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Miranda brought you to the ceremony site and you shivered in the cold under the lab coat. You pondered an escape route but the area around you was mostly frozen forest and certain death awaited you if you tried to venture out into it, so you shifted your focus to the woman. Miranda led you down a small path to the ritual area where she would complete her life’s work. Your body soon began to feel weak and you could barely stand on your feet. When you arrived to the area, you dropped to your knees and struggled to listen to Miranda as she started a speech.

“That damn Ethan Winters turned out to be more of an issue than I expected...” she began. “I originally wanted him to merely dispose of my false children and awaken to the beautiful Megamycete, but he proved to be too troublesome for me to deal with any longer.” she turned to face you and dropped down to her knee, she took your chin into her hand and tilted your head back to meet your gaze. “Winters managed to destroy the four lords and take the pieces of his child back. But now he’s gone and the ceremony may continue.” she let go of you and raised to a stand. “T-Then what do you want with m-me then?” you struggled to ask. Miranda tapped her cheek with her finger as she pondered whether she felt you deserved to know her reasoning for infecting you with the Cadou. “You will be my high priestess for said future, my new Lord, if you may; but if little Rose fails to be a suitable host for Eva... Well, that’s what you’re here for, my dear..” your blood ran cold, everything that had just happened up until this moment was pure chance and you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Miranda didn’t choose you because she thought you were something special. It was because you seemed to be a good enough guinea pig for her trap.

“So- so, I’m just a fucking experiment?”“ your teeth gritted and your fingers closed into a fist. The last bit of strength inside boiled in your stomach and you pushed yourself to stand before taking a lunge at her. She merely slapped you to the side with the back of her hand and you flew several feet and sprawled out on the ground, face first. Miranda approached you slowly and pushed into your stomach with tip her foot as she rolled you onto your back. “Poor, girl. Soon, you’ll crystalize and wait for your mutation to finish. There’s nothing you or that man can do about it.” Man?! “C-Chris?!” you called out and weakly reached your hand upward toward the darkening light but Miranda simply chuckled, “It is useless, child. The Cadou is taking hold of you now and it won’t be long until you’re under its and my, control.”  Your arm began to stiffen as you could see a white crystallization spread out from where the Cadou buried itself in your body. Soon, you were completely frozen in place within a white crystal shell, almost like a cocoon. Miranda turned you from a living human, into a frightening beautiful statue for her to do with as her plans pleased.

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Chris fought his way through the Lycans that popped up from every nook and cranny of the village. The homes burned brightly and the horrors seemed to worsen as he got deeper into the bowels of the area. Soon, he came across the Megamycete underground and planted an explosive that would destroy the village and every evil that dwelled within its boundaries. “Any sight of, [Y/N]?” Chris asked into his earpiece but none of his team members were able to confirm anything. “We do have sight of Miranda however at the ceremony site... wait...” Umber Eyes paused, “I have eyes on [Y/N] but...”

Chris’s heart jumped in his chest, “What!? What is it!?” he yelled as he hurried up a path of steps that led toward the surface. “She -- she isn’t moving. But I can’t see her too well,” his voice dropped and Chris stopped in his tracks. “What do you mean?” he barely could spit the words out. “I’m not positive but I can confirm she is there with the target. She seems to be laying on the ground but Miranda is in the way,” Redfield needed to get to the ceremony site as quickly as possible but found himself in a laboratory first. He examined the area and the notes that were scattered around on the many tables, and stumbled upon a connection that he would’ve never guessed. Oswell E. Spencer was Mother Miranda’s subordinate! It all started here, in this European village... Umbrella... everything that Chris had been through started with Miranda and hopefully would end here. This small room held another secret that was tucked away behind a barred cell. Chris’s rifle had its sights on nonother than Mia Winters! The man radioed in to his team to confirm that this was not Miranda and they informed him that she was still in the same spot along with you.

Chris asked why she was there and she told him the story of her being captured and used in experiments. He turned to leave and spoke into his earpiece, “Stick to the mission. I’m headed for the ceremony site.” but Mia followed him and demanded that she went with him. She reminded how Chris promised to keep her and her family safe but those words burned the Ethan shaped wound in his heart. The man struggled to inform the woman that Ethan, her husband, was gone. Dead. But he was done with the secrets, she needed to know and he had trouble with telling her the news. “I’m sorry, Mia. But we have to leave and destroy this village.” Mia wouldn’t let him leave until they would get her husband. Chris grew angry, “Mia! We need to get Rosemary and [Y/N], then we will get the fuck out of here! That is it. Understand?” When he spoke your name, it triggered a disturbing memory of the trauma the Winters spouse witnessed.

“That woman... [Y/N]… Miranda -- she did -- things to her.” Mia’s eyes flickered from Chris to the table that you were previously strapped to. Chris grabbed her shoulders and looked at her with eyes of desperation, “Is she alive?!” his voice cracked. Mia nodded her head slowly, “Y-Yes. But Miranda implanted her with her “gift” and I don’t know what happened after they left.” Chris sucked in his lower lip as his thoughts raced, “Gift? The Cadou?” he asked, his core shook but his composure remained solid. Mia nodded once more and a shadow of fear overwhelmed the man. “We need to go. Now.”

Chris was going to get you back and make Miranda pay.