#soup is elite

[deadweight-at7am]

You know what absolutely slaps? SOUP.

Soup of all kinds. Squash soup, minestrone, Italian wedding, my mom's acine de pepe beef soup, chicken noodle, pho, ramen, potato, french onion, like... I could go on and on and on. Nothing else compared to coming home on a cold ass day to my Mom's soup on the stove. Whenever she'd send me to get stewing veggies and beef bone marrow pieces in the store I knew it was ON. We were going to have the delicious, wonderful, delectable SOUP.

It's also easy. Soup and stews are like the no-brainer, idiot proof meals. Throw some shit in a pot, let it simmer for hours. Done.

Our local Pho place makes an insane pho broth and it's so delicious. It's supposed to get cold around Thanksgiving. The week of Thanksgiving before I have to make a ton of food for everyone I'm going to get myself pho on a cold ass day and sit there in my own little piece of heaving slurping down delicious, warming broth and noodles.

Edited to add: this rant brought to you by the fact that I think I have a sinus infection brewing and do not want to make my OWN soup right now. I want someone to make it for me, damnit.

[shingetsu-online]

dlc textposts the SECOND !! [yet again, mostly drayton and crispin]

[blue-phones]

GOD thinking about the fic where it said Starscream is loyal to the cause, Skywarp is loyal to Megatron, and Thundercracker is loyal to his trine.

And how this would go for a post war thundercracker, who left his trine and works alongside the humans, who then gets pulled back in ecause of some new threat idk

And that is so. FUCK. It’s really fun to me

He rejoins them and things just aren’t the same. It’s the same, but something has changed and it’s weird for him. Starscreams very much the same but theirs less venom in his words. More just flippant than irate. Skywarps is still as snarky as ever, but he’s more careful now. Distance has changed them and it’s odd to notice.

Having ideas for this I want to discuss FUCK

[pettykingratboyy]

Trunks AND a crop top? DG you whore

[elmaxlys]

Funny how the second a language or dialect originates from the poor part of the population suddenly it's fine to scorn and disregard it and even mock it and spit on it

[realjoehours]

I dont watch or play pokemon that much [the only game i played was let's go eevee, and i never finished it], but with what your posting i lowkey kinda wanna get into it

you should get into it pokemon is great! and also don’t worry about not finishing games i’m notorious for starting pokemon games and never finishing them lol

pokemon games and anime also have peak character design

[ineffablefool]

For the record, from this moment forward, unless specifically stated otherwise in a given instance, my written Aziraphale makes his tea exactly the way you [whichever human is reading this] think is worst. Water vs tea order, milk vs tea, whatever. Water temperature. Ice. This extends to every fic I have previously written as well. He will always enjoy it differently than you.

I recommend blocking me here/on AO3 if this is going to be a problem. Saves you having to scroll past.

Girl (gn) help I’ve just reached peak british. I hit the back button on a perfectly well-crafted fic because aziraphale made his tea in a way that is abhorrent to me

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Sup Currently im writing a military themed story and I want to know some useful phrases and (maybe???) some links to useful thingies. I am wrapping my head around researching way too much but I dont want to make my writing unrealistic T-T So any advice for that?

Some Military Vocabulary

terminology and slang

Aide-de-camp - a member of the personal staff of a general officer, acting as his confidential assistant

Blue Falcon - Someone who betrays you (buddy f��er)

Clandestine - Military activities intended to be kept secret or concealed

Chamade - Drumbeat of surrender

Chest candy - Decorations or awards on an officer’s dress uniform

Dream sheet - Job and assignment preference worksheet for cadets

Élan - A high-spirited morale usually associated with exceptionally self-confident and elite units

Expectant - A soldier who is expected to die from their injuries

Feu de joie - French phrase meaning 'fire of joy' describing a firing of muskets one after another, closely timed to make a continuous noise, in celebration

Garrison - A a military post, especially one that is permanently established; the troops stationed at a military post

Ground zero - Point of origin for violent activity (such as where a bomb hits); specific point directly below explosion of a nuclear weapon

Hangfire - Wait for orders

Infantry - A branch of an army whose soldiers are organized, trained and equipped to fight on foot

Insurrection - The process of rising up to challenge one’s own government

Jeep - Soldier just out of basic training

Meat wagon - Ambulance

Mess hall - Hall where service members eat their meals

Moonbeam - Flashlight

NVD - Night Vision Device

Oxygen thief - Recruit who talks too much

Sky blossom - Parachute

Smoke - To punish a soldier excessively for a minor infraction

Soup sandwich - A situation that was poorly planned or has gone terribly wrong

WTHR - Weather

Zone of fire - A particular area where a unit delivers or is about to deliver fire

Some Military & Warfare Tropes

False Flag Operation: Attacking another nation and making it look like someone else did it.

Peeling Potatoes: The commanding officer makes subordinates peel potatoes when they get out of line.

Sealed Orders: Sensitive orders aren't relayed until the last moment to prevent intel leaks.

War Is Hell: The work depicts war in a negative light, such as emphasizing that people get killed in wars and demonstrating the trauma suffered by those forced to endure the bloodshed.

We Have Reserves: This particular military doesn't consider it a big deal to have soldiers die so long as replacements are easy to obtain.

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 ⚜ More: Word Lists ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

Here are some references, do go through the links because there are so many more interesting ones I wasn't able to include here. Finding that balance when researching a story can definitely be a challenge. As you write, I think one thing that could help is to keep in mind your target audience. Would the flow be disrupted by adding a certain detail? Would it be better just to exclude it? For instance, including jargon or terminology that your readers may not be familiar with, but might be necessary for your story/character. So find that balance to retain it but in a way that includes some sort of explanation for your reader (e.g., through another character or through the narrator). And here are some tips to help guide you with the tropes in this genre (and the genre, in general). Hope this helps with your writing!

Update. DOD Dictionary of Military and Associated Terms ⚜ Naval Abbreviations ⚜ YouTube Channel: Military-Related. Thank you to @anumberofhobbies for these additional references!

[poetic-vulgarity]

ᎮᎥᏖᎩ ᎮᏗᏒᏖᎩ III- Kim Minjeong x Reader

Word Count: 8K

Prompt: When Minjeong transferred to an elite school, she didn't expect to catch the attention of Y/N, the golden girl. Then again, she also didn't expect Y/N to be the root of all her misery.

Tags: slow burn; angst; drama; high school! AU; richgirl!Y/N; happy happy happy

Part I, Part II, Part III

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Y/N was ignoring Minjeong.

That much was clear.

It started right after Christmas break— texts left on read, calls unanswered. At school, Minjeong would call out to her in the hallways, only for Y/N to pick up her pace and disappear. In class, she’d put on her headphones, focused on anything but Minjeong.

It was suffocating.

The only time their eyes met was by accident— across a crowded hallway or the cafeteria. And even then, Y/N would look away so fast, Minjeong started wondering if she was imagining it.

At first, Minjeong was just confused, racking her brain for what had changed. Before break, everything was fine. Better than fine. Y/N had come over for Christmas. They exchanged gifts. They hugged. Y/N kissed her cheek.

What the hell happened?

She tried to talk to her. Again and again.

"Hey, can we—"

"Move."

Y/N brushed past her without even looking.

Minjeong stood there, speechless, watching her go.

And it happened every time.

She’d reach out, and Y/N would shut her down—effortlessly.

So effortlessly, in fact, that over time, Minjeong noticed others mirroring the behavior.

It started slow.

Glances in class, shoulders knocking into hers in crowded hallways. Then it spread to teachers. When Minjeong raised her hand, they called on anyone else—even when no one else had a hand up. In gym, no one picked her for teams, and the teacher straight-up told her, "Sit this one out." Once or twice would’ve been fine, but five or six times? 

Minjeong felt like a ghost but at least she still had Jimin, Ning, and Yunjin.

"She's a viper. I bet she's turning everyone against you," Jimin huffed in the bathroom one day— right after a student accidentally spilled a bowl of soup on Minjeong.

Accidentally.

She grimaced, running a wet paper towel over her soaked uniform. Her shoes were a mess, and she was pretty sure there was soup in her hair.

Looking up, she caught Jimin’s frustrated expression and felt the heaviness in her chest.

"This is ridiculous," Jimin grumbled.

Minjeong felt a lot of things— anger, sadness, confusion. But one feeling stood out the most.

"I just don’t understand why she's doing this. Everything was fine."

Jimin met her gaze, reaching up to nudge a strand of hair from Minjeong’s eyes. It was an endearing gesture— one that should’ve made her swoon.

But all she could think about was Y/N doing the same thing.

"I told you how Y/N is," Jimin said. "She probably felt bitter that you figured her out so she made you to like her, only to turn everyone against you."

Minjeong chewed on her bottom lip.

It made sense.

Y/N never liked anyone seeing the real her. Maybe this was revenge. Maybe it just was another game.

Maybe Minjeong had figured Y/N out from the start, and Y/N saw it as a challenge.

Was she even sorry for her father’s actions?

Or was that just an excuse to win her over?

Minjeong felt paranoid. How the hell was she supposed to know what was real and what wasn’t?

She was so caught up in her thoughts, she barely noticed Jimin cupping her cheek.

"Minjeong."

She snapped out of it, eyes flickering up to meet Jimin’s.

The other girl had stepped closer, leaning against the sink counter. Her hand lingered on Minjeong’s cheek, thumb gently brushing the corner of her mouth.

Minjeong felt her breath catch in her throat at the action.

She had expected to feel something different— her skin heating up, her heart skipping a beat. That was the norm whenever Y/N touched her like this.

But all she could think about was how soft the touch on her cheek felt.

And how much gentler it was when Y/N did it.

It wasn’t the first time she and Jimin had kissed.

Minjeong didn’t mind it. Jimin was fun. She was her friend. She was easy.

With Jimin, there was no cancer-stricken school. No mayor dad. No manipulation of feelings.

Minjeong had known she liked Y/N long before that Christmas night. But when things got too real— when she had time to pause and think about how well Y/N got along with her family— she realized she was scared.

She knew for a fact that she wouldn’t get along with Y/N’s family. She knew she’d feel the urge to vomit as soon as she looked Y/N’s father in the eye. She knew she wasn’t rich enough or up to the standards Y/N’s parents wanted for her.

But with Jimin… she was a better fit.

So she didn’t protest when the taller girl leaned down to kiss her.

Their lips were about to meet when the bathroom door suddenly swung open, making them both jump.

They quickly pulled back, faces dusted with red as they turned to the person who walked in.

Minjeong’s eyes widened.

Y/N.

She clearly hadn’t expected to see anyone there, freezing mid-step when she realized what she’d interrupted.

It was the first time they’d truly seen each other since Christmas. Or at least, the first time Minjeong was really seeing her.

Something sharp and small shot up Minjeong’s chest.

Well, there was nothing small or strange about it.

A rush of emotions took over.

It wasn’t relief at moving on from Y/N, or anger at being ignored, or even guilt for what she was doing with Jimin.

She just missed her. She missed all of her.

Y/N’s gaze flickered between them, taking in Minjeong’s disheveled clothes and messy hair.

It was the first time in weeks that she actually looked at her.

She cleared her throat and glanced away, her expression hardening as she stepped fully into the bathroom.

Minjeong could practically feel Jimin tensing beside her. But she couldn’t take her eyes off Y/N, completely forgetting Jimin was still there.

"Are you okay?" Y/N asked, her eyes lingering on the remnants of soup on Minjeong’s uniform.

Her voice was cold, but something about the question still made Minjeong’s heart squeeze. 

Minjeong didn’t know how to react.

For weeks, the only word Y/N had thrown her way was "Move." And now she was suddenly asking if she was okay?

It was confusing. Frustrating.

She didn’t know how to feel. She didn’t know why her heart raced every time Y/N so much as looked in her direction.

Why was she so desperate?

What had Y/N done to her?

All those thoughts left her frozen, her mouth unable to form words fast enough.

So Jimin answered for her.

"Do you care?"

Y/N didn’t react. But Minjeong could swear she saw a flicker of annoyance in her eyes before she looked away.

Y/N checked herself in the mirror, ensuring not a single hair was out of place, that her makeup was flawless, that she looked perfect— perfect enough to throw Minjeong off. To make her regret ever betraying her in the first place.

Then, her eyes landed on the blazer of her uniform. She stiffened, flashes of Minjeong’s own uniform overtaking her mind.

Minjeong’s mouth opened to speak, but Jimin beat her to it. "You’re a shitty person, you know that?"

Y/N took off her blazer.

Jimin was already pissed from earlier, and Y/N’s indifference only made it worse. "Do you even know how much you’ve been messing her up?"

Minjeong watched as Jimin pushed off the sink and stepped between them, puffing out her chest as she glared down at Y/N.

The latter kept her eyes fixed on the mirror, barely acknowledging either of them. The lack of response just fueled Jimin’s frustration, "I’m talking to you!"

Minjeong instinctively reached out to grab Jimin’s hand, but she was ignored.

Y/N finally turned to Jimin, jaw tightening ever so slightly.

"Are you that desperate?"

Jimin’s expression shifted. "Excuse me?"

She took a step closer, and for a fleeting moment, Minjeong felt herself freeze. There was something oddly familiar about Jimin’s proximity— like nostalgia was creeping in, uninvited.

Minjeong could tell Jimin was trying to appear angry, but her expression softened… it turned almost loving.

And she wasn’t the only one who noticed. Y/N looked back at her for a second, just to make sure she was really watching. That she was getting the message. 

Then, as if nothing had happened, she stepped around Jimin and handed Minjeong her blazer. "Put that on. You look like a mess."

She left the bathroom just as suddenly as she had entered, leaving Minjeong standing there, ghostlike.

Minjeong’s fingers tightened around the blazer, her gaze still locked on the door. She tried to process what had just happened, but it was like her brain refused to catch up.

And then there was Jimin—who stood just as frozen.

Minjeong found herself speaking before she could stop herself. "You still like her, don’t you?"

Jimin’s jaw clenched as she turned to face Minjeong. "That’s not—"

"That’s what this was about, wasn’t it?" Minjeong snapped, surprising even herself with the sharpness of her tone. "You became friends with me because you saw that Y/N was interested in me. You used me to get her attention."

A tense silence settled between them, thick with unspoken words.

Jimin opened her mouth, closed it, then finally found her voice. She stepped closer.

"You also used me."

Minjeong’s patience snapped. "How the fuck did I use you, Jimin?"

Jimin let out a bitter chuckle, crossing her arms. "To get over her. It’s obvious, Minjeong. I wasn’t born yesterday."

Minjeong stiffened, the weight in her chest growing heavier.

She couldn’t deny that Jimin was right.

"But I still saw you as a fucking friend, Jimin."

Jimin shrugged, brushing yet another strand of hair behind Minjeong’s ear— except this time, the touch felt infinitely different than it had minutes ago.

"We can still be friends…" Jimin said, voice quieter now. "Just back off from Y/N."

Minjeong grimaced and took a step back, out of Jimin’s reach.

"What do you mean back off?"

Jimin sighed. "Y/N and I go way back, Minjeong. You know that. We have history. I messed up when I broke up with her, and I know that, but I’m trying to fix things. I can’t have Y/N chasing you around like a lost puppy."

Minjeong’s chest heaved as she tried to keep her growing frustration in check.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she scoffed. "She hasn’t spoken to me in weeks, Jimin. She goes days without even looking at me. That doesn’t exactly sound like someone who’s chasing me."

Jimin only chuckled. "That just shows how little you actually know her, Minjeong. She’s still chasing you. She’s ignoring you on purpose, making you do the work instead. Classic push and pull."

Minjeong’s stomach twisted.

"She did the same thing to me," Jimin continued. "Made me feel special and then ignored me. It’s all part of her game."

Minjeong didn’t know what to believe anymore— especially now that she knew Jimin had her own agenda.

But she did know one thing.

She wasn’t about to let Jimin walk out of that bathroom with a satisfied smile on her face.

"So if she’s still chasing me," Minjeong said, tilting her head, "that means I’ve still got a chance with her, doesn’t it?"

Something flickered in Jimin’s eyes for a brief moment.

Then, surprisingly, she smiled— small, but genuine.

"Yeah," she nodded. "That’s fair game, I guess." She grabbed her backpack off the ground and made her way to the door. "Good luck, Minjeong!"

So the war was on.

And honestly? Minjeong was quick to realize she was in no way, shape, or form ready for it.

Because Y/N didn’t just magically start talking to her again after the bathroom incident.

She went on with her life and continued ignoring Minjeong just as efficiently as before. Nothing changed.

Well, Jimin changed.

She became more present. Clingier.

She spent her lunches glued to Y/N’s side. She bought her flowers, perfumes, clothes— everything one could think of. And she made sure everyone saw.

Very soon, students started talking about the IT couple of the school again. Minjeong overheard countless comments about how perfect Y/N and Jimin were together, how Jimin was charming Y/N all over again.

It was torturous.

And Minjeong had no idea how to fight back.

Hell, she didn’t even know if she wanted to fight back.

From the very beginning, she felt like Y/N was too much sand for her truck. Y/N’s father had ruined her life. Y/N was rich, untouchable. She was sharp, observant, and could read people like open books.

Y/N was a lot.

And Minjeong didn’t know if she could handle a lot.

At the same time, though…

"What is this?"

Minjeong’s head snapped to the side, and she barely held back an eye roll at the scene in front of her.

Jimin was in their classroom— where she didn’t even have classes— leaning against Y/N’s desk as she handed her a small, velvety box.

"Marry me."

Minjeong’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull. Gasps echoed around the room as everyone turned to look.

Jimin chuckled. "I'm joking. Just wanted to give you a little gift—to remind you of me." She opened the box, revealing a gold necklace.

Y/N didn’t seem amused in the slightest. "And why would I want to be reminded of you again?"

Minjeong watched as Jimin’s face fell at the remark. She wasn’t surprised. This wasn’t the first time she had tried giving Y/N gifts, but this time, the necklace was really expensive.

And Jimin didn’t even wear gold so it's not like she could keep it to herself. 

A small part of Minjeong almost laughed, but it was quickly drowned out by the anxiety swirling in her chest.

If Y/N spoke to someone she dated like that, what the hell would she say to her?

Jimin clenched her jaw, clearly trying to keep the hurt off her face. But instead of backing down, she stepped closer to Y/N.

"Just trying to be sweet." She shrugged, keeping her tone casual. "I know you don’t want anything too flashy."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "I thought I made it clear that I don’t want anything from you."

Minjeong could see Jimin struggling to hold her frustration in check.

The tension in the room was thick.

Jimin leaned down on the desk, lowering her voice. "Come on, can’t you at least accept the gift? Please?"

Y/N shook her head. "I already have a necklace."

The room fell silent.

Minjeong’s gaze traveled down Y/N’s neck.

There, resting perfectly above her uniform, was a small, golden necklace. She had to squint to make sure she was seeing right, but then— her heart dropped to her stomach as realization hit.

That small basketball charm.

"What the hell is that?" Jimin frowned. "Looks cheap."

"So? I like it."

They stared at each other for a long moment—Jimin trying to figure out where that necklace had even come from, and Y/N daring her to say more.

Finally, Jimin scoffed, snapping the box shut. Her frustration was obvious, but so was the flicker of hurt in her eyes. "Whatever. I'm not giving up on us." She turned on her heel and stormed out of the room.

Minjeong should’ve been worried about Jimin’s declaration.

She should’ve been annoyed by the whispers from her classmates, about how Y/N should just take Jimin back.

But she wasn’t.

Because she was still too distracted.

Still staring at Y/N.

Y/N, who was wearing her necklace.

Y/N, who suddenly turned to look at her with a knowing glint in her eyes.

And just like that, Minjeong got the message.

So well, in fact, that hours later— when school had ended and night had fallen— she found herself holding Y/N’s uniform blazer tightly as she approached the security booth of the latter’s gated neighborhood.

"Good evening."

The security guard looked up. He was standing tall, uniform pristine. "State your name and purpose of visit, please."

Minjeong swallowed hard. She could already feel her palms growing sweaty under his gaze.

She was standing in front of the security booth for one of the richest neighborhoods in the city.

She was so out of place it was almost funny.

"Kim Minjeong," she finally said, voice quieter than she wanted.

The guard nodded, face unreadable. "Purpose of your visit?"

Minjeong lifted the blazer for him to see. "I’m here to return this to Y/N. She lives here."

The guard glanced at the jacket, then hummed, typing something into his computer. After a few moments, he looked back at her.

"ID?"

Minjeong fumbled to pull out her ID card, handing it over.

He checked the numbers, typed some more, then returned it to her.

"To go through, you need formal authorization from a resident."

Minjeong’s mouth fell open. "But you just took my ID."

The guard didn’t even flinch. "To enter, you need formal authorization from a resident. Do you have one?"

"No, but I have the bla—"

He cut her off. "—Formal authorization."

Minjeong frowned, frustration bubbling inside her. What the hell was formal authorization supposed to mean anyway?

“I just need to give her the jacket,” she tried again, keeping her voice as polite as possible.

The security guard only looked at her. “Do you know who lives in this neighborhood? The mayor of Seoul. Do you understand the security risk that would exist if I just let anyone in?” His tone was slow, condescending.

It was unnerving.

Minjeong clenched her jaw. “I don’t care about that son of a bitch. I just need to talk to his daughter—who I happen to like.” Her voice grew sharper. “Come on, you saw me come in with Y/N the other day!”

"I don’t care about your little crush. The mayor lives here."

Minjeong’s patience snapped. She reached for the gate, knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to open it, but that didn’t stop her from trying. “I just need to talk to Y/N!”

"And I need you to step away from the gate. Residents are trying to get in, so move aside."

But Minjeong wasn’t giving up that easily.

She ignored the guard’s warning and the low rumble of an approaching engine. “I’m not going to touch your corrupt, useless, demonic mayor—listen! I just need to talk to—”

“Minjeong?”

Her breath hitched.

That familiar, soft voice made her turn, and suddenly, the frustration in her chest melted into something else entirely.

Y/N was stepping out of a sleek, expensive car. Behind the wheel sat a man Minjeong had seen in too many newspapers.

And in too many of her nightmares.

She could have convinced herself that Y/N’s parents hadn’t heard all the demonic stuff she just spat out—but who was she kidding? Their windows were rolled down. 

Her eyes met Y/N’s, and for a moment, she didn’t care if the mayor himself was watching.

She just stared stupidly, heart pounding a little too fast.

"Hi.”

Y/N tried to fight back a smile but failed. “Hi.

"What are you doing here?” Y/N’s voice was soft, almost a whisper. The slight shock on her face wasn’t lost on Minjeong.

“I…” Minjeong started, then realized she had no idea what to say. It hit her all at once— how ridiculous she must’ve looked, yelling at the gate, insulting Y/N’s family.

She cleared her throat. “I just needed to give you something.”

Y/N’s gaze flickered to the blazer in Minjeong’s hands. She tilted her head slightly.

The bathroom encounter had been weeks ago.

And Minjeong was returning this now?

Y/N took a few steps forward, and suddenly, Minjeong could feel her warmth, her presence, too close. It made thinking straight nearly impossible.

“You could’ve just…” Y/N started, but Minjeong blurted out before she could lose her nerve—

“Can I talk to you for a bit?” Her voice came out more desperate than she intended. “Alone?”

Y/N hesitated. Her eyes flickered back toward her parents.

Her father shrugged. "This demon isn’t going to stop you."

Y/N rolled her eyes. She could hear the teasing in his serious tone. But she knew Minjeong couldn’t.

She turned to her mother next. Tonight was supposed to be their night— her mother’s birthday, celebrated at some extravagant restaurant.

But her mother just smiled, nodding in silent approval.

“Fine.” Y/N rolled her eyes again, then turned back to Minjeong. “Come on.”

She started walking into the neighborhood without waiting to see if Minjeong was actually following.

Her parents’ car rolled past them, and she could feel their eyes on them—curious, amused.

Minjeong gulped and jogged up to Y/N’s side, matching her steps.

She looked around, taking in Y/N’s world. It wasn’t her first time there, but still, everything felt surreal—giant houses, fancy gates, guards stationed at almost every corner.

These people thought so highly of themselves, didn’t they?

"Did they spill it on purpose?"

Minjeong blinked, turning to Y/N. For a second, she just admired her side profile before snapping herself out of it.

“What?”

Y/N still didn’t look at her. “The soup. Did someone purposely spill it on you?”

The cool night air blew around them, and Minjeong shoved her hands into her hoodie pockets.

“Why are you asking?” she deflected.

Y/N finally turned her head, locking eyes with Minjeong. She had a knwoing look in her eyes, "Why did you come here today?"

Minjeong’s mouth opened—but no words came out.

Again, she was at a loss.

“I…” Her mind, which was usually so quick with sharp retorts, suddenly failed her.

Y/N took a step closer, eyes never leaving hers. "Was it on purpose, Minjeong?"

Minjeong’s throat went dry.

Because now, she wasn’t just aware of how close they were standing.

She was hyper-aware.

Y/N’s presence, her scent, the softness in her voice—it was overwhelming.

And then, Y/N leaned in slightly.

Minjeong’s heart pounded against her ribs, suddenly terrified that Y/N might hear it.

She swallowed hard.

And then, her mind flashed back—

The cafeteria. Those girls. Their smirks. The mockery in their eyes.

Minjeong clenched her fists inside her pockets.

Because yes.

It had been on purpose.

"You already know it was. Why are you asking me?"

Y/N frowned. "How would I know?"

Minjeong looked away. She didn't want to do this now, but it made sense. If they were coming clean about one thing, they should come clean about everything.

"Because you planned it."

Y/N's eyes widened. "I'm sorry?"

The words came out sharp, her voice raised a few decibels. "Why on earth would I ask some random people to—"

Minjeong scoffed, cutting her off. "I don’t know. You ignore me, the whole school ignores me. You’re mean to me, the whole school follows. Don’t tell me you didn’t plan it."

Y/N felt something tighten in her chest. The sudden accusation stung in a way she hadn't expected.

“What is wrong with you?”

Minjeong snapped her head back toward her, eyes widening. "What’s wrong with me?!"

"Yeah." Y/N stepped closer, jabbing a finger into Minjeong’s shoulder. "What the hell is wrong with you, Minjeong? I was nothing but nice to you— since the beginning! I got slapped and knocked out by a fucking basketball. Even then, I got along with your family, I did everything I could to make you like me—"

Her voice cracked.

"Then I see you kissing my ex, and now I’m the villain? Now I’m the reason people treat you like shit?"

By the time she finished, she was breathing heavily. Frustrated. Tired.

She had been so patient.

And for what?

“Nothing but nice?” Minjeong let out a hollow laugh. "All you’ve ever done is treat me like I’m a charity case!"

The cold night air burned against her flushed skin.

"And don’t you dare make this about a kiss! I can kiss whoever the hell I want! Or do you think that just because you bought me nice things, I owe you something?"

Y/N flinched, taking a step back.

She wondered why she always chose the people who made her feel most alone.

"Just go, Minjeong." Her voice was quieter now, exhausted. "I'll make sure no one else bothers you."

Minjeong felt something sharp twist in her chest.

She had wanted to hurt Y/N, but not like this.

She reached for Y/N’s hand, heart squeezing impossibly tight when the other girl turned around— eyes full of unshed tears.

"I'm sorry." Minjeong’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Y/N tried to pull her hand away, but Minjeong held on just tight enough to stop her.

Minjeong clenched her jaw, forcing herself not to break down too.

Y/N tried again, but Minjeong only held on tighter. "I mean it. I'm sorry."

Y/N looked up at Minjeong, her eyes shimmering. The sight of it made Minjeong choke on her breath.

Truth was, Y/N couldn’t hold back anymore. She was tired.

Tired of caring too much. Of trying her best only to get the worst outcome possible.

So she let herself cry.

For the slapping. For the basketball incident.

For her father.

For Jimin.

For Minjeong.

Minjeong’s heart nearly tore in two at the sight of Y/N, her small form hunched over as sobs wracked through her.

She saw the tears splattering against the pavement beneath the dim streetlight.

Without thinking, Minjeong crouched down and pulled Y/N into her arms.

It was all she could offer right now.

"You think I'm like my dad," Y/N murmured between shaky breaths.

Minjeong froze. "No," she said quickly. "No. I don't. You’re nothing like him."

She tightened her hold, hoping it would somehow make Y/N believe her.

Her heart ached. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn’t mean any of that." The words felt fragile, barely holding together. "I was just scared."

It took her a while, but, eventually, Y/N’s sobs quieted, her breathing becoming steadier.

Minjeong kept holding her. She didn’t want to let go, but the cold pavement was starting to sting, so she hesitated before gently pushing on Y/N’s shoulders, nudging her to stand up again.

Y/N’s face broke Minjeong’s heart all over again—eyes swollen, cheeks raw from crying.

Minjeong lifted a hand, gently wiping away a lingering tear.

"Scared of what?" Y/N asked, voice hoarse.

Minjeong’s hand paused against her cheek.

This was it.

No more running.

“Of how you make me feel." Minjeong's voice was quiet, but firm.

"I'm scared of being close to you because we both know I'm not enough for you. I'm not up to your standards.” She let out a bitter laugh, dropping her hand. "I'm not a part of your world, Y/N. You saw it with your own eyes."

Y/N shook her head, stepping closer. "Then I'll make you a part of it."

She looked up at Minjeong, her swollen eyes making her look impossibly soft. "God, you've been running away all this time because of that?"

“Don’t make it sound dumb,” Minjeong muttered, looking away.

She shoved her hands into her hoodie pockets again, trying to keep them from shaking.

"My best friend died because of your father—how the hell am I supposed to sit at a dinner table with him? And when he becomes president, what will the public think of his daughter dating someone like me?"

"Someone like you? I'm lucky to have someone like you in my life, Minjeong." Y/N smiled, her voice still soft, but there was an almost teasing lilt to it. "We'll figure the rest out as we go. I'll make my father sit at the kids' table on Christmas night."

A small laugh escaped Minjeong’s lips, and she couldn’t stop herself from looking back into the other girl’s eyes.

Even with her puffed-up eyes and flushed cheeks, Y/N still looked lovely. Too lovely. Minjeong’s heart skipped at the sight of her.

"This isn’t something you can just figure out, Y/N," she protested, despite the part of her that wanted to give in.

"Why not?" Y/N’s face was tinged pink from the cold, and Minjeong’s hand inched up to gently cup her cheek. She could feel the warmth radiating from her skin.

It was too tempting to move closer.

Y/N was standing incredibly close, the faint scent of peppermint lingering between them.

It took her a second to form an answer, her brain feeling foggy.

"Stop trying to push me away," Y/N finally mumbled, almost inaudible. There was a pleading tone to her voice, soft and barely above a whisper against the cold night air.

Minjeong let herself reach for Y/N's hand, gently pulling her closer.

Y/N’s breath hitched as their chests were suddenly pressed together.

She could feel the warmth radiating off Minjeong.

Minjeong leaned in, hesitating for just a second—unsure if she had the right to. But then she decided to throw caution to the wind and pressed a soft, firm kiss to Y/N’s lips.

It was chaste and gentle, but it still made Y/N’s heart skip a beat.

Minjeong cupped her face with both hands, her thumbs slowly stroking the delicate skin. She leaned in even further, closing the distance between them until Y/N could feel the way Minjeong’s breath mingled with hers.

Their bodies were flush against each other, the warmth of the contact intoxicating.

Y/N let her hand slide into Minjeong's hair, fingers tangling in the dark locks, needing to touch her in any way she could.

The kiss grew more urgent, more desperate. But before it could go any further, Y/N pulled away.

She smiled when Minjeong instinctively leaned forward, chasing after her lips. She cupped Minjeong’s cheek, her heart softening when she saw the hazy look in her eyes.

Minjeong’s gaze was dark and lidded, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

"You kissed my ex," Y/N muttered, voice still raspy. Her heart was still racing, but she couldn’t help smiling. "It's going to take you more than that to get me."

Minjeong’s face flushed deeper, her grip tightening on Y/N’s waist as she pulled her closer.

"Maybe I should kiss you again," Minjeong teased against her ear, her fingers trailing up and down Y/N’s spine, sending a shiver through her. "I’ll kiss you until you forget her name."

Y/N’s grip on Minjeong’s hoodie tightened, fingers clinging onto the fabric as she fought to steady her pounding heart.

She wanted to give in. But she also had some self-respect.

"You will…" she nodded, voice barely above a whisper. "You just have to work for it."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest. Their faces were so close that she could count the dark eyelashes framing Minjeong's eyes.

"So… you ignored me because you saw me kiss Jimin," Minjeong murmured, suddenly piecing things together, "and not because you were playing hot and cold?"

Y/N tilted her head at the question.

Playing hot and cold?

She sighed. She was too tired to unpack the ways Jimin had poisoned Minjeong’s mind. They would fix those things slowly, with time.

So instead of answering, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Minjeong’s cheek. "I’ll see you at school."

And with that, Y/N forced herself to step away, to separate from Minjeong, and start walking home.

"I’ll text you when I get home so you know I made it safe!" Minjeong called after her, and a wide smile spread across her face when Y/N turned around to nod.

"My family misses you, you know?" Minjeong added. "Call me so you can talk to them."

Y/N chuckled, warmth filling her chest at the thought of Minjeong’s family. "I will."

And with a small wave, she finally turned the corner and disappeared into the night.

Minjeong stood frozen in place, her mind still reeling from the kiss.

Her lips still tingled, her heart still raced.

She leaned back against a nearby wall, slowly sinking down to sit on the pavement, resting her head against the cold stone building behind her.

Her brain was spinning.

The way Y/N had touched her, the way her lips had felt against hers, the way her body had fit so perfectly in her arms—

"This is a private neighborhood. You can’t sleep here."

Minjeong startled, looking up to see a security guard standing nearby, hands shoved into his pockets, his expression unimpressed.

A smirk tugged at her lips. "I told you she knew me."

The guard blinked. "Congratulations."

"Yup!" Minjeong nodded as she pushed herself up to stand. "I know Y/N. In fact, Y/N’s gonna be my girlfriend soon!"

The guard blinked again. "Congratulations."

Minjeong chuckled excitedly, a newfound perk in her step as they both walked back to the gate.

The following morning, when Minjeong arrived at school, she could’ve sworn she was going to be jumped.

Standing by the entrance were the two girls that had spilled their soup on her. There was also the guy that had shoved her in the hallway, and the one that accidentally threw his notebook at her. Along with them, were countless other students that Minjeong didn’t recognize.

One of the girls immediately stepped up in front of her. Her expression twisted as she looked down on her.

“Minjeong.” She reached out to take a hold of Minjeong's hand, "I'm so sorry I spilled the soup on you. I was such an idiot."

"Me too, I'm so sorry."

One of the students that she didn’t recognize approached as well, "I'm sorry I knocked shoulders with you."

And another one, "Me too. I promise you to never do it again! I promise!"

More and more apologies were added to the list as more students approached.

Minjeong’s eyes were wide as she took in the sight in front of her. They were all bowing their heads. Some with genuine words of apology, the others were clearly just acting.

"It's okay." She tried to reassure them, not sure how to react to all the sudden attention. She tried to step out of the way to enter the school, but more apologies kept coming.

It resulted in her arriving at class later than usual, breathless and with ruffled up clothes. The teacher wasn't there yet, which allowed her to calm herself down and walk to Y/N, who was already sitting down at her usual spot.

"You didn't have to, you know?"

"Don't know what you're talking about." Yeah, something about the way the corner of Y/N's lips was quirked up told Minjeong that she did know.

"I mean- how did you even-"

Y/N shrugged, an air of nonchalance around her. "Lots of guilty consciences.” was her simple response.

Minjeong huffed out a laugh, both in annoyance and amusement. She sat down on the desk next to her.

"I mean- it was a lot of people, you know? Did you spend the night up for that?"

Y/N smiled and shook her head, "Not really." Her tone was honest and sweet.

Minjeong tilted her head to the side, studying Y/N’s face.

How much influence did she really have? To be able to pull that entire thing off overnight.

It was baffling.

"So, how'd you do it?"

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, when a new voice cut her off.

"Hey, that's my seat." They turned to see the girl who usually sat by Y/N's side.

Minjeong couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. She went to stand up, when the girl suddenly cut her off. "I- just keep it. It's fine."

Minjeong stayed put, her eyebrow raised up in surprise at the girl's reaction.

She turned to Y/N, who shifted her expressions into an innocent raise of eyebrows, "Was that you?"

Y/N pursed her lips, "Me what?"

Minjeong huffed again, fully aware of the fact that Y/N clearly was responsible for whatever the hell that was. But the girl sitting next to her just continued to act innocent.

Her eyes lingered on Y/N for a bit longer, noticing the way her hair was framing her face. How the sunlight was hitting her in just the right way.

Minjeong had to shake herself from the thoughts.

"You're doing too much," Despite her words, she couldn't help but be amused.

Once the teacher came in and the class settled into their normal routine, Minjeong accommodated herself in her new spot, feeling excited for every single class that was to come if it meant sitting by Y/N's side.

Lunch was spent with Y/N's friends at the cafeteria.

Niki was a gentleman and Aeri was very nice. She could see they were hesitant and worried for Y/N, but they still took her in and made her feel at home.

Chaewon on the other hand...

"Stop glaring at her." Y/N didn't even have to look up from her food to see her friend throwing daggers at Minjeong.

Chaewon didn't bother responding, instead opting to keep her gaze fixed on Minjeong.

The short-haired girl shifted in her seat, feeling the intensity of Chaewon's eyes. She tried her best to handle it, but the prickly feeling in the back of her neck was hard to shake off.

"Ignore her," Y/N let out.

"Our Chaewon is a little protective." Aeri tried to chuckle.

Minjeong forced a smile. "A little bit?" She mumbled under her breath.

Chaewon’s glare seemed to intensify.

Niki tried to ease the tension by engaging Aeri in conversation. "So... how's the music club been?" He asked, a light smile on his face.

Minjeong relaxed, thankful for the distraction.

"How's kissing Jimin been, Minjeong?" Chaewon cut Aeri off and the tension at the table immediately spiked.

Minjeong sputtered, nearly choking on her food in surprise.

"I-"

Niki and Aeri exchanged worried glances.

"Chaewon," Y/N’s voice was sharp, but the girl in question ignored her.

She fixed her eyes on Minjeong, her gaze still intense. "Do you enjoy all the gits Y/N gives you?"

Minjeong’s defenses flared up, her jaw clenching in response. But before she could reply, Y/N intervened.

"That’s enough, Chaewon."

Chaewon finally looked at Y/N.

There was an intense moment of silence, the tension between the two friends palpable.

Y/N held her gaze, her eyes steady and firm. A clear warning in her stare.

Chaewon looked back to Minjeong, her expression hardening into a mixture of anger and annoyance before she, ultimately, decided to stay quiet.

So, there was another thing for Minjeong to fix.

Not only did she have to win Y/N over, she also had to win Chaewon over.

The latter was much harder than the former.

Things were easy with Y/N.

The two went out on all kinds of dates. They spent time together and Minjeong slowly, but surely got used to Y/N's world.

It was like getting a fish acclimated to a new aquarium.

You add a small portion of the new element and slowly go from there.

That same expression could be used to explain how Minjeong slowly won Chaewon over.

Excruciatingly slowly.

There were nice favors here and there. Whenever they were together, Minjeong would try to talk to her. It didn't always work but she tried nonetheless.

Minjeong also did her best to end up paired with Chaewon for gym class— she did end up receiving a few balls to the face but it was nothing she couldn't handle.

And things started working out.

Again... slowly.

Very slowly.

It was tiring.

"Just give me a chance, please." Minjeong was ready to get on her knees for it.

Chaewon turned to her with a small glare. It was the end of the day and Chaewon was just getting her bag from her locker—she certainly wasn't expecting Minjeong there.

"What? No bribing coffee today?"

Minjeong ignored the jab and leaned against the locker next to Chaewon’s.

"I just want to talk." Her voice was firm but soft. She wasn't above begging at this point.

Chaewon let out a heavy sigh, her hand still on the locker door. "What do you want to talk about?"

Minjeong gulped, feeling crazy for what she was about to do but knowing that there was no other option. "I'm gonna be in Y/N's life whether you like me or not. I know I fucked up, but the one person who needs to forgive me is Y/N— not you..."

A few beats of silence passed between them.

Minjeong held her breath, praying that Chaewon would listen. "So, just give me a chance, please. Let me prove myself to Y/N. I won't hurt her again, I promise."

Chaewon stared at Minjeong in the eyes, just to make sure she was being completely honest, and then her shoulders slumped a little as she huffed. 

"Whatever," she slammed her locker shut and went to walk away. "Bring me some coffee next time, least you can do."

Minjeong silently let out a sigh of relief. She'd take that for now.

"Bad day?"

The familiar voice made her look over her shoulder to see Y/N standing behind her, a hint of a smile on her lips.

Minjeong chuckled, feeling the tension leave her body. "Something like that."

Y/N stepped closer, reaching out to fix a stray strand of Minjeong's hair. The latter's breath hitched, her heart skipping a beat at the gentle touch.

"Did you bribe her with coffee again?" Y/N squinted playfully before walking past Minjeong to open her locker.

Minjeong leaned against the lockers, absentmindedly touching the strand of hair Y/N had just fixed. "I should have," she admitted, her eyes lingering on Y/N’s face.

A beat of silence passed between them as Y/N rifled through her locker. Then, Minjeong spoke up again.

"You know what I’m starting to realize?"

Y/N glanced over her shoulder with a questioning look. Her eyes shone softly under the school lights. They shone softly under any light as long as they were looking at Minjeong.

Minjeong smiled a little. "You’re a terrible influence."

Y/N chuckled, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down Minjeong’s spine. "You just noticed?"

Minjeong let out a small laugh. "You're corrupting me, you know? I'm being corrupted."

Y/N hummed. "Is that a bad thing?"

Minjeong's heart skipped at the tone, "It’s an absolutely terrible thing," she replied, teasing.

Y/N smirked, leaning in slightly to whisper, "You don’t seem to mind much."

"It’s starting to grow on me," she murmured, her eyes flickering to Y/N’s lips for just a second before snapping back up.

Of course, Y/N noticed. A slow smile spread across her lips before she casually turned back to her locker like nothing had happened.

She was taunting Minjeong, and it was working.

"Come out with me tomorrow. It's Friday— we should do something fun," Minjeong said, hoping to regain control of the situation.

Y/N nodded without hesitation. "What fun do you have in mind?"

Minjeong exhaled, trying to compose herself. Y/N was so unfair. She hadn’t even done much— just a glance, a smirk, a lean-in, an innuendo— and yet Minjeong was already struggling.

She shoved her hands in her pockets, rocking back on her heels. "You’ll just have to trust me."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, shutting her locker with a soft click. "Should I be worried?"

Minjeong grinned. "A little."

Curiosity flickered in Y/N’s eyes, but she didn’t press further. Instead, she stepped a little closer— just enough for Minjeong to feel the space between them shrink again.

"I do trust you," Y/N murmured.

And just like that, Minjeong was completely, utterly done for.

Not only because of her feelings, but because now she actually had to come up with a cool, fun date idea… in one day.

How stupid could she be?

That question haunted her the entire night as she stayed up trying to plan the perfect date.

It was hard.

Mostly because they had already done so much together.

She had taken Y/N to the park, the cinema, the aquarium. They had gone out to eat at countless cafés and restaurants— each fancier than the last. They had visited bookstores, arcades, even animal shelters. Hell, they had even gone hiking before.

So yeah, Minjeong was grumpier than usual as she arrived at lunch the next day— three hours of sleep did that to a person.

But all of it melted away when she spotted Y/N sitting at their usual cafeteria bench, right next to the vacant spot she always left open for Minjeong.

"Bad morning?" June had to poke a little fun at Minjeong. 

She smiled when Minjeong just groaned tiredly and sat down next to her, letting her eat in peace as she returned to her chat with her friends. 

But then—

"Y/N."

Minjeong tensed at the voice. She could feel Y/N stiffening beside her just as quickly.

"What do you want?"

Jimin smiled as she slid into the seat beside Y/N, completely ignoring Aeri, Minjeong, Chaewon, and Niki’s stares.

"Go out with me," Jimin said.

Irritation prickled at Y/N’s skin. It wasn’t the first time Jimin was doing this, but until now, she had managed to keep it away from Minjeong.

"Why would I do that?" Y/N asked flatly.

Jimin’s smile didn’t waver. She reached out, attempting to take Y/N’s hand.

"Come on… don’t be like that. We were great together, don’t you remember? Just give me another chance."

Y/N shook her head, already opening her mouth to shut her down when Jimin cut in again.

"I reserved a table at the Imperial— I know it’s your favorite. What do you say?"

Minjeong rolled her eyes. "I already have plans with Y/N today."

Jimin shrugged. "You can take her to McDonald’s whenever you want. The Imperial has a two-year waitlist."

Y/N pulled her hand away, her eyes narrowing. She was just about to tell Jimin to get lost when Chaewon chuckled.

Everyone turned to her in surprise. She only shrugged.

"Well, she’s not wrong, is she?"

Minjeong’s stomach twisted. She thought she had made progress with Chaewon.

Y/N clenched her jaw, eyes sharp as she hissed, "Chaewon, I swear to G—"

Chaewon interrupted. "Minjeong can take you out whenever and wherever she wants because you two are dating."

Minjeong’s breath caught in her throat.

Y/N barely masked her surprise. Her eyes flickered to Chaewon, then to Minjeong.

Jimin’s expression shifted, taken aback. "You guys are dating?"

Y/N frowned.

They were?

She cleared her throat, schooling her features before turning back to Jimin. "And what about it?"

Jimin blinked a few times, studying Y/N’s face before responding.

"You just—" She paused, jaw tightening, "…you didn’t say anything," she muttered, her voice quieter now, almost hurt.

Y/N crossed her arms. "We broke up, Jimin. It’s not like I have to tell you every detail of my life."

Jimin flinched. The words hit harder than she had expected.

"You don’t," she admitted, her eyes dropping to the table.

An uncomfortable silence settled over the group. Then, Jimin let out a quiet breath and stood up.

"Fine," she muttered, her eyes flickering between Y/N and Minjeong. "Have fun."

Jimin turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd of students in the cafeteria.

The group sat in silence for a few beats before Aeri turned to Chaewon. "Did you just… officiate their relationship?"

Niki snorted, and Chaewon quickly slapped him on the back of the head.

"These two idiots were going nowhere!" She pointed at Y/N and Minjeong. "I was two seconds away from locking them in a closet and throwing away the key."

Minjeong bit her lip, feeling a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

She had not expected Chaewon to be so upfront about her and Y/N's predicament.

Y/N wanted her to earn her love, and—well, Minjeong would only be sure she had earned it when Y/N herself—

"Yeah." Y/N shook her head, a blush creeping up her neck. "That's not how it works."

Her eyes flickered toward Minjeong for just a second longer than necessary before she turned back to her food.

Minjeong gulped, somehow understanding exactly what Y/N was telling her.

Aeri and Niki shared a knowing look while Chaewon rolled her eyes.

"Bullsh—" 

Chaewon was cut off by Minjeong. "She's right."

Chaewon scoffed. "As if this isn't the most torturously slow courtship I've ever seen."

Niki nodded in agreement. "Agreed."

Y/N sent her friends a small glare but didn't push further. What did go further, though, was the blush creeping up her neck to her cheeks—especially when Minjeong reached for her hand under the table.

It was a small gesture, but it sent a shiver through her, right down to her core.

Her eyes fell downward, watching as their fingers interlocked.

It still took her breath away; the way Minjeong’s hand fit so perfectly with her own.

Y/N squeezed Minjeong's fingers a little, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

That same smile remained by the end of the day when the two left school, hand in hand.

"So... where are you taking me?" Y/N asked.

Minjeong hummed, squeezing Y/N’s hand. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"

Y/N rolled her eyes but ultimately decided not to ask anymore. It didn’t matter where they went, as long as she was with Minjeong.

So they walked and walked. It was a familiar path, so familiar, in fact, that Y/N wasn't surprised when they arrived at Minjeong's family restaurant.

The warm glow from inside spilled onto the pavement. The faint scent of grilled meat and spices lingered in the air, wrapping around them like a familiar embrace.

"Very ominous," Y/N remarked, chuckling when Minjeong nudged her side.

"Shut up."

"LOOK AT YOU!"

Both girls startled as they stepped inside the restaurant. It was fairly empty at that hour, the usual dinnertime rush long gone.

The lights inside the restaurant were low, but Y/N could still see the familiar gleam of stainless steel kitchenware. She could also see Minjeong's mother walking toward her with open arms.

"You look so good together! Come give me a hug!"

Minjeong was quick to shake her head. "Mom, Mom, you promised!"

"A hug from Y/N won't ruin your romantic date, Minjeong."

Minjeong was having none of it, so she quickly grabbed Y/N's hand and led the way to the back room and up the stairs.

"I love her," Y/N mumbled, smiling to herself when Minjeong huffed.

"Trust me, she loves you more."

Minjeong let out a deep breath as they finally reached the top of the stairs and came face-to-face with a metal door.

She pushed it open, revealing the rooftop, lit up by fairy lights.

Y/N felt her mouth fall open as she stepped outside and took in everything Minjeong had prepared.

The fairy lights cast a warm glow over the rooftop. A blanket was spread out on the floor, next to the guitar Y/N had gifted Minjeong, with all kinds of food and snacks laid out on top.

Minjeong's old laptop sat open, a list of movies and shows displayed on the screen.

"Minjeong..."

The short-haired girl gulped. This was no Imperial, but it was a place of comfort for her.

"Is this okay?"

Y/N had a hard time finding words as she took in the rooftop, the effort Minjeong had put into this date, how she had set everything up so perfectly.

Her heart had never felt so full.

Instead of talking, she decided to show Minjeong how much this meant to her. So, she turned and cupped Minjeong’s cheeks, leaning in for a kiss.

Minjeong couldn't help but melt into it, her body instinctively arching against Y/N’s as their lips met. She let herself sink into the feeling— Y/N's fingers on her skin, her scent, everything.

When they parted, Minjeong kept her eyes closed for a few beats, breathing deeply. Her heart was racing, the warmth of Y/N's lips still lingering.

She opened her eyes, only to find Y/N staring at her, fingers resting gently on her cheeks.

"Are you trying to woo me, Minjeong?"

Minjeong's cheeks flushed. "I'm trying to make you my girlfriend. Why? Is it working?"

Y/N smiled, her thumb brushing the corner of Minjeong's lips.

"Yes."

Minjeong’s smile widened before confusion took over her features. "Hold on. Is that ‘yes’ for it working or for you being my girlfrie—"

Her words were cut off as Y/N leaned in again, capturing her lips in another kiss.

This one turned heated quickly.

Y/N stepped closer, hands sliding to Minjeong’s hips, pulling her in. Minjeong’s breath hitched, her fingers threading into Y/N’s hair as her mind turned to mush.

She blindly started leading Y/N toward the blanket, but the other girl stopped her.

"Your mother is behind the door," Y/N whispered against her lips.

Minjeong was almost surprised that Y/N even knew that— then she remembered.

Of course she did.

"You'll have to be quiet then, girlfriend," Minjeong muttered, her lips pressing against Y/N's neck. 

Y/N gasped lightly, her heart fluttering in her chest. "I like the sound of that." She cupped Minjeong's jaw and tilted her face up for another kiss.

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CRAZY RICH ASIANS…! G.SATORU X READER

𝜗𝜚 |CHAPTER TWO : rare sighting.

NEXT… CHAPTER THREE : just..friends!

“you scored a 0% on a true or false quiz,” you slide the paper across the desk towards megumi. “which…came to a surprise to me as you don’t usually score this low. but it’s been happening so much i decided to pull you aside.”

you sat quietly at your desk, it was time for school dismissal but regardless you stopped megumi before he could leave. you watched his gaze be fixed onto the floor as he came up with some sort of excuse.

“a 0%..? a few more of those and i guess i’ll have to be kicked out of this sch-”

you interrupted him, “if a person wearing a blindfold were picking answers on a true or false quiz at random, do you know what score they would get?”

megumi’s eyes flickered down at his paper and back at you. “..50%.?” he remained silent until it finally clicked for him, “w-wait wai-”

“exactly, which means the only way to get all the answers wrong,” you write a 100% on what used to be a score of 0% onto his paper, “is to know what answers are right.” 

megumi’s cheeks flushed slightly out of embarrassment, and looked away from you. he had some nerve trying to fail your class on purpose.

you soften your tone before speaking again, “you want to give up but i’m not going to let you.”

megumi finally built up the courage to look you in the eye, his expression was a mix of guilt and shame. “it’s just a stupid quiz miss. l/n..” he muttered.

“megumi fushiguro, i will not allow you to fail. you have potential, so use it.”

megumi stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his bowtie to properly fit his collar, as he recalled one of the earliest memories of you. it was about the third time he’s ‘fixed’ his bowtie, only for him to undo it and try again. 

the elegant dining hall in the hotel was full of live music, soft murmuring from the people attending and clinking of silverware. there were government officials, professional sport players, and well known clans from all of japan. a small dinner hosted by gojo that was only supposed to be a sign of his gratitude turned into an elite party posted on all the newspapers. 

despite his nose being filled with smells of his favorite dishes, and his ears listening to his favorite band perform downstairs, he couldn't help but be nervous. you were told it was going to be a small dinner but there were news reporters outside the hotel. there were the regular common folk outside the gates as well, hoping to get a glance of the life of being an elite. no matter how prepared you thought you were, you weren’t prepared enough. 

you sit across your friend from her dining table. the both of you attended the same university back in the united states. the difference is that you were majoring in education while she was getting her doctorate within two years as a foreign exchange student. to say her strive for excellence consumed her entire life was an understatement. it had been so long since the two of you had a chance to reunite, with her busy running a hospital at 26 and yourself being busy settling down in japan. 

“so i have dinner tonight with one of my students' guardians,” you mentioned as you took a bite from one of the side dishes provided to you. her home was no doubt worth over 90 million ¥. the floors were a clean and white marble and the walls seemed to stretch so high it could reach the clouds. it almost looked like a hospital, how ironic. 

“i’m really excited since the dinner is to be hosted in the grand hotel in central tokyo.” you mentioned. 

suddenly, the servants that rushed from point A to point B stopped, your friend dropped her fork into her soup and the dogs stopped barking. it goes dead silent and the only noise heard was your slow chewing.

“y/n.. did you just say you’re having dinner at the gojo grand hotel? you know, the one everybody in japan has been talking about?!” shoko whispered-yelled. 

“uh- yeah, mr. gojo invited me to-”

a servant puts herself into the conversation, “the gojo satoru personally invited you to attend?? how do you come across him so casually! they say he’s japan’s bruce wayne, never seen in public unless its-”

“unless it’s for business. someone like you would’ve never come across him! neither of us would except ms. shoko..” another chimes in. by now everyone is looking at you and whispering comments. with the limited information provided, you assume mr. gojo was a rare sighting, like bigfoot.

“do you not know who satoru is? do-does she not know?” shoko asked around, slightly laughing at the confusion written all over your face. shoko takes a sip from her wine as she rubbed her nose. 

“you’re going to the gojo clan’s resort dressed like that?” she teased and everyone around you let out a muffled giggle. 

you looked down at your casual attire. “what’s wrong with what i’m wearing?”  

shoko grabs you by the arm, pulling you out from the dining room. “come with me. you’ll thank me later but you cannot go looking like that.” 

you find yourself going in and out of her walk in dressing room, and being rated how how flattering the dress fits you. 

as you’re changing out of one of many dresses, shoko mentions gojo again. “you know, him and i go way back.” 

you turn to her, “mr gojo?” you suck your stomach in as she tightens the back of another dress. “i’ve never heard of him.” 

“of course you haven’t, you foreigners know nothing about japan’s elite.” you watched her from the mirror in front of you, her eyebrows knit together when she’s tying the back of the dress. 

“japan’s elite?” you questioned.

“satoru is from the gojo clan, one of the richest and old money family in japan. his family owns like half of

japan,” your mouth slowly gapes open as she reveals this information. “they say when you stand next to satoru, you’re nothing but an ant compared to him.” 

shoko pauses to admire you. the dark navy floor length dress flattered you in all the right places. it was certainly something out of your tax bracket.

“he’s apart of the most influential family ever.” she whispered. in a way, she wanted to warn you of what you’re about to step into. it’s a different world than the one you’re living in. 

“how do you know him then?” 

“we met back in high school. he’s the only reason i was able to attend school overseas.”

you looked back at her, “what do you mean?” 

“he paid for my tuition.” she smiled.

your face goes pale. if it weren’t for your full ride scholarship, there wasn’t a chance in the world you’d be where you are now. standford wasn’t exactly the most affordable option. 

suddenly, your stomach starts turning and flipping in ways you didn’t want it to. it was nerve wracking. 

“y/n, don’t be nervous about attending the party. sure, he has a shit ton of money but he’s still a humble guy deep down.” you snort at the last comment. how could someone as rich as him be humble?

“i think i’ll feel a lot better if you came with me shoko.” you face her as she cups your face with the gentle care you’d give a wilted flower. 

“i guess seeing that blue eyed freak won’t be too bad.” 

as the car pulled up to the main entrance of the hotel, your heart started pounding rapidly fast. you continue to wipe your sweaty palms against your seat before stepping out the car. the valet takes the keys from shoko before greeting you. 

“you look amazing, y/n. don’t stress. you belong here just as much as anyone else here.” she whispered some words of encouragement before you spot a familiar jet black haired boy. 

“megumi!” you exclaimed excitedly. relief came washing over you as you spotted your student. 

megumi, dressed in a black and white tux, gave you a soft smile before walking up to you. he extends his arm as he offered to escort you inside. 

“ms. l/n! i’m really happy to see you. i know this was supposed to be small but gojo got caught up with his business.” he continues to hold onto your arm before letting go when the both of you enter, allowing an attendant takes your coat from you. 

he guides you through the lobby and, into the ballroom that is covered in marble floors and crystal chandeliers. all of it scream luxury as you admired the family portraits and spotting a familiar white haired male as a baby. 

megumi finds gojo across the ballroom before you do since you’re too occupied on viewing the art. “gojo has a habit of making things a lot bigger than it needs to be. i’ll leave you in his care.” 

from across the ballroom, gojo observed megumi guiding you through the room with an unusual feeling of anxiety. he had always been confident, some may say overly confident, in meeting new people or greeting them. introducing himself to others was something he knew like the back of his palm. he was charismatic and witty; people loved him.

but tonight felt different the moment he laid his eyes on you. the blue gown, that coincidentally matched his tie, caught the eye of not just himself but every other man in the room. he was around the presence of the most important figures yet he felt a twinge of nervousness in his stomach build up as you got closer and closer. 

‘seriously? out of all the nights to feel this way it just had to be tonight?’ he thought. 

he glanced around the room, desperately trying to maintain his composure, but his thoughts were going 100 miles a minute. it felt like he was back in secondary school and had a schoolboy crush. 

gojo felt a surge of warmth as you presented yourself in front of him. you looked even more breathtaking up close. you had his full attention. before you could see through him, he quickly puts up his business facade. “ms. l/n! it’s a pleasure to see you tonight.” he said in his infamous charismatic manner. 

you shake his hand that he extended out. “the pleasure is all mine. although, i was told this would be a small dinner between you, megumi and myself.” you joked.

he chuckled a bit before leading you into a private room upstairs. the conversation on the way up flows naturally, starting off how the day was going for the both of you. 

“wait wait wait, let me get this straight. you had no idea who i was before you shoko? and you know shoko too?!” the two of you were a few drinks in. a slight blush was spread across his cheeks. 

“well i am a foreigner, i wasn’t aware how prominent your family is.” you giggled as you took another sip of wine. 

laughter bounced off the walls as the two of you dined together the entire night. he found himself captivated by your intelligence, kindness and how naive you were. 

and for the first time in gojo’s life, he felt truly engaged in a conversation. nothing business or family related, only a genuine conversation between two people. 

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❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter ten | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 SFW | Coriolanus Snow, elitism | lmk if I forgot anything

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 Coriolanus and you wake up together in the morning of the games!

「ᴀ/ɴ:」 i hope y'all like this!!

Beta read by 🎉 @nowitsmissing

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Coriolanus Snow got out of the shower, the boy freshly dressed in a white, too-tight shirt and charcoal pants. You were sleeping on the bed, curled to his side right now. He should wake you up for breakfast. After he told Tigris a friend had stayed over the night, she was excited that this was the first guest they had in years and how glad she was that Coriolanus found a true friend.

A true friend. He certainly wasn't used to it. You never met his expectations, always managing to ruin his prediction of the future whenever it involved you. You were everything, you were an enigma, addicting and unsolvable.

God bless Tigris, when she heard about you, she went out to get groceries with whatever penny she had. She had assured Coriolanus that your first meal in this house wouldn't be the flavorless cabbage soup. Coryo was glad that at least he wouldn't have to face the embarrassment of not even serving proper food.

Coryo decided to cook for you himself. He wanted to make sure everything is as perfect as it gets. Tigris had found some tomatoes and strawberries for cheap! There was bread that was expired, but it's only been three days and you didn't have to know. So he decided to make tomato soup and toasted bread with strawberries for dessert.

When grandma’am was busy, he even took the risk of stealing roses from the penthouse. He had some mint leaves in the fridge. He wanted to make a drink for you. He rinsed the roses, crushing the petals and the mint together. He mixes the juice from the paste in cold water. He swirls the liquid with a spoon and watches it turn light green.

He takes a small sip, the strong floral flavor of the roses tasting well with the freshness of the mint. He smiles satisfied. He doesn't let Tigris do any of the work, he sets the table, and the food himself. Changing positions of the plate every few minutes to make sure everything is acceptable and up to standard. Just because his house isn't made of diamonds anymore doesn't mean that the Snows' have forgotten how to treat their guests.

After everything was deemed perfect in his eyes, he opened his bedroom door to wake you up. You were already awake. Sitting up on the bed, your face sleepy. You could barely keep your eyes open and he almost wanted to suggest that you go back to sleep. You looked so cute! You blink several times, gaining sense, and look at him with an unfiltered grin.

“Good morning, Coryo,” you greet him, your eyes shining.

“Good morning,” he said, softly, feeling his heart getting warm. “Come on, you can freshen up in the bathroom. I made breakfast.”

You nod and make your way to the bathroom. Coriolanus waits for your arrival, he keeps the seat beside him free. Tigris chatted excitedly about some new designs and Grandma'am wasn't at her best to make conversations (which he was grateful for).

You come out of the washroom, your face fresh and your hair somewhat tamed. You eye the empty seat beside him and take it. You introduced yourself softly to the family and watched their eyes widen when they realized who you were and the power your family held.

Coriolanus felt proud. That's his soulmate, he wanted to say but didn't. He had to be patient, he had to be careful. He wasted a decade of his life, he can't mess this up.

You looked at the food, and he felt worried that you wouldn't like it. He knew this was nothing compared to the meal you have in your home, heck even the Academy had better food than this! You looked back at him and whispered, “You cooked this yourself?”

Coriolanus nodded, not sure if the question was a good or bad thing. Will you refuse to eat it because it was made by a boy who starves daily and has no idea what fine cuisine tastes like? Will you break his heart like that, and prove that you're predictable?

He swallows, his throat dry as he watches you sip the rosemint water he made. You take some toasted bread onto your plate, your bowl filled with tomato soup. You dip the toast into the soup and take a bite.

Neither Coriolanus nor Tigris had started their meal waiting for your reaction. Coriolanus was getting worried sick about how horrible it was, he shouldn't have let you come and see him so undone, so raw. He ruined everything. You can't possibly-

“This is delicious,” you exclaimed with joy, “I can't believe you cooked this, Coryo!”

Tigris chuckled, glad that you liked it, “He has magic hands.”

“I think it's your hands that are magic, Tigris,” he said. He turns to you, “She's a designer.”

You make small talk with Tigris, asking about her works and Coriolanus feels himself to calm down. He begins to nibble at his bread, taking small sips of the soup to save it for later. He couldn't believe his reality, it felt like a fever.

He was afraid a wrong move would wake him up. He couldn't have that when he finally felt at home in the ruins of his penthouse. He would always remember the moment of you giggling and Tigris talking about her ideas. The two of you are seemingly turning into friends. He loved to see the two most important women in his life bonding.

Of course, the moment has to be shattered. Life doesn't let him keep his smile up for long. Oh, how cruel the fates were to remind him of his true reality.

“Hopefully, Coryo, I will return the favor by cooking you a meal one day.”

“We don't want your disgusting, filthy district food,” his Grandma’am sneered.

“Well, then I am sure you'll like it enough if it's made by my Capitol-blooded Michelin star chef.”

In a moment, you have revealed your status, that you were above Coriolanus and his family who couldn't even dream of having a chef in their home anymore. You showed that no matter what, you were higher than him, that you weren't equal. That you were simply indulging him in his foolish quest of making a good breakfast. That it could never be truly compared.

And you also knew you fucked up by saying that. Coriolanus knee you weren't in the wrong, but he couldn't help the hurt he felt by the remainder of it all.

He has to win the Plinth Prize at any cost.

You profusely apologize and even though Tigris said it's alright, you get up from the table without finishing the meal. You go back to his room. He doesn't finish his meal either, his stomach filled with disappointment. He follows you into the room. You turn to him as he closes the door.

“I am sorry!” You said, “It was uncalled for. She's old and it's-”

“It’s fine,” he cuts in, giving you a fake polite smile reserved for his classmates, “I think she would like it more if it's done by a Michelin star chef.”

“Coriolanus,” you said, walking up to him, your hands cradling his face as you cage him to the door. Oh, how delightful the cage is for him.

“I am sorry!” you plead, and for a moment he thought you were simply performing. This was all a huge joke, and he's just a punchline.

“Real or not?” He whispered, his lips close to yours.

“Real,” you answered, “I didn't mean it like that. I didn't mean to brag- after finally you-” You stopped your words and leaned in instead but Coriolanus flinched back. Not until he's equal to you. He won't have you as Coryo, the poor starving boy from the Capitol. He will have you as Coriolanus Snow, the winner of it all, the heir of the Snow lineage.

You hide the hurt on your face and lean back.

The silence in the room was thick and awkward. There are hours before the games start. Coriolanus needed to practice self-control because he wanted to pull you right back in his arms, push you against the door, and capture your lips. He wants to taste the mint and the rose on your tongue, he wants to ruin your ability to think and wants to steal your breath.

But he doesn't do any of it.

His eyes flicker to the box underneath his table. It was labeled as rat poison. Your eyes follow his gaze and it snapped back to meet his eyes again. It was amazing how a conversation was held without even saying a word.

Lucy Gray is weak. She won't last a minute in the arena.

They'll know.

They won't, not if she wins.

“Coryo,” you begin to say.

“I have to do this,” he firmly said, “You know why.” So that we can be equals, he thinks, so that I don't have to flinch back from your lips because I don't feel worthy of you.

“How will you even hide it?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowed.

Coriolanus Snow takes out a powder compact from his drawer. It was silver in color and was decorated with an engraved rose. It was his mother's. In difficult times, when he had trouble falling asleep, he would click it open and inhale the rose scent of the silken cake of powder within.

He clicks it open now, the cake of rose-scented flowers spreads the fragrance across his bedroom. You come in closer and gently pry the compact from his hands to yours. He lets you because he trusts you.

“Your mother's?” You questioned.

“Yes,” he replied, unable to keep his emotions in check. “She's always with me with this and she will help me win the games.”

You don't say anything but put down the compact gently on the desk before wrapping your arms around him. “Your mom would be proud of you, Coryo,” you said. Coriolanus wanted to question how would you know, you never even met her. However, your words brought him comfort and it gave him the courage to pull out the cake powder and contain it before filling the compact with rat poison.

“Let me drop you off at the Zoo,” you said, your fingertip tracing over the rose. Your other hand holds his cheek, your thumb caressing him gently. He closed his eyes, feeling all of his tension leave. He couldn't describe how calm he felt from your touch. How right it was for you to touch him.

“Okay,” he lets out, “Let me change first.”

He changed into his pristine academy uniform. He makes sure all of his curls are in place. He has to hold your hands and glare at you playfully when you try to mess it up.

“Don't,” he warns with a small smile. And you pout and for a moment he gives in. He gives into himself and- before his lips can touch yours, you pull back. So, he held your hand up and kissed your knuckle instead.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice sincere, “for everything.”

For saving him. For supporting him. For being his.

Both of you got in the car, the plan was to drive Coriolanus to the zoo. He will deliver it to Lucy Gray and go directly to the Academy by foot while you go back to your house for a change of clothes and then go to the Academy.

The car ride is quiet, neither of you wanting to say too much but unwilling to reveal anything. You park the car in front of the Zoo gates. He opens his mouth to say goodbye but you interrupt first by saying,

“May the odds be in your favor, Coryo. See you at the Games, pretty boy.”

NEXT PART

[croquis-el]

Differences in localization and the original pt. 1

I am starting a series of posts with the goal of familiarizing players with some of the differences that localization creates for us in contrast to the original.

Some moments are radically different, misleading and causing controversy, while some do not change the essence of what is happening, but are still noticeably different

Disclaimer: these posts will be written solely for the purpose of familiarization; I do not force anyone to play the game in Japanese, because you are free to choose the version of the game that is comfortable for you. I just noticed some moments and want to share them with you.

The localization of Gyakuten Saiban (Ace Attorney) is essentially good, but there are some moments, IMHO, that I personally would not adapt or change in any way

One of the most serious changes, which, in my opinion, should not have been touched at all, is Mitsurugi's (Edgeworth) phobias.

As if case 1-4 never happened.

In the Japanese version, when examining the files in Mitsurugi's office, Naruhodō will be perplexed about the need for such high shelves - they could collapse during an earthquake.

････おかしいな。アイツ、 地震がニガテなはずだから……

Okashī na. Aitsu, jishin ga nigatena hazudakara……

...That's strange. He's supposed to be bad with earthquakes...

でもさ。地震が起こったら、 部屋中にファイルの雨が降るね。

demo sa. Jishin ga okottara, heya-chū ni fairu no amegafuru ne.

But if an earthquake happens, files will rain down all over the room.

In the localization (for some reason) at this point Mitsurugi was given a fear of heights. For what reason... I don't understand

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Next, another big difference is Naruhodo's food preferences

In the Japanese version, Tomi the clown offers him miso ramen (which is cooked in chicken broth and miso), which Naruhodo refuses and says that he prefers tonkotsu ramen (cooked in pork broth and boiled pork is added to it).

ホラ。ホラ。 食う? みそラーメン。

hora. hora. Kuu? Miso rāmen.

Look. Look. Want some miso ramen?

あいにくぼくは とんこつ派なんです。

ainiku boku wa tonkotsu-hana ndesu.

Unfortunately, I prefer tonkotsu (ramen).

That is, Naruhodo literally says that he would prefer pork, not chicken.

What about the localization? It's the other way around.

The clown offers him a burger (the patties for which are usually made from beef and pork), but he says that he would rather choose a chicken sandwich.

Why?

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Vending machine in 1-3

I have no complaints about its contents (it is adapted), but here another preference of Naruhodo is lost

“お茶”“みそ汁”“おしるこ” “くず湯”“おでん”････

“ocha” “misoshiru” “o shiruko” “kuzu yu” “oden”

"Tea" "Miso soup" "Oshiruko" "Kudzu soup" "Oden" ...

ラインナップが 和風に統一されている。

rain'nappu ga wafū ni tōitsu sa rete iru.

The lineup is unified in Japanese style.

“ウーロン茶”すらないぞ。

“ūron cha” sura nai zo.

There's not even "oolong tea."

In the Japanese version, reading the menu of the vending machine, Naruhodo annoyedly comments that "there is not even oolong tea". He literally names the tea he likes!

In the localization, he is disappointed that the food in the vending machine is too... ordinary, and he was expecting something that is not usually sold there (popcorn).

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Naruhodō University

Case 3-1 is very rich in information about the young Naruhodō, including the name of the university he attended

In the Japanese version, it is Yumei University (the same university where his ancestor Ryunosuke Naruhodō studied during the Meiji era - then it was called Yumei Imperial University), which creates an important reference to Dai Gyakuten Saiban (The Great Ace Attorney)

私の依頼人。勇盟大学の 芸術学部3回生で、 カゼをひいている。

watashi no iraijin. Yūmei daigaku no geijutsu gakubu 3-kaisei de, kaze o hīte iru.

My client. A third-year student in the art department at Yumei University, suffering from a cold.

In the localization, he studies at Ivy University, as if referring to the famous Ivy League (elite universities).

A very good decision that shows Naruhodō's abilities and the high quality of his education (my clever boy)

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Interesting addition

And the last one for today, a conversation with Mask in the detention center

When Yusaku (Ron) tells the story of the allegedly lost vase, Naruhodō makes a comment about the absurdity of his story

(････どうも、ハナシが アヤフヤだなあ･･･)(dōmo, hanashi ga ayafuya da nā)

(... I guess the story is a bit vague...)

The localization decided to make a reference to Naruhodō's education in the field of art, and he compares Mask's story to the surreal paintings of Dali.

A nice addition, but still different from the original version.

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In total, in my opinion, 3 unsuccessful changes out of 5.

If you also noticed any differences - feel free to tell us about them. Let's educate ourselves together.

It will be a bit more difficult with the subsequent parts, because I can't buy the Japanese version of TGAA (it is only available to a certain list of countries), and I don't have the new Apollo trilogy and the Investigations duology to check every little thing (and I don't have an extra $80), and those who record the walkthrough do not always check every clue, where the contradictions lie.

[catboybiologist]

The WOKE TRANSGENDER MOB is taking yet another FEMBOY ICON

Fucking bullshit. Fucking BULLSHIT. The woke mob is now saying that beloved femboy icon, CatboyBiologist, is trans and will be medically transitioning. First brisket and now this? Why doesn’t everything conform to the image that I formed in my head for my own benefit? This is forced diversity at its finest.

Look at these absolutely deranged quotes that they’ve CLEARLY forced him to say:

“I didn’t like being masculine from the onset of puberty, and being a ‘femboy’ was a valuable part of figuring out what exactly I wanted to do with that feeling. I’ve been figuring things out for a while, and I currently have appointments lined up to start HRT by the end of this month (August 2023).”

Have they no limits? Have they no shame? CLEARLY this is a fake flag by the sjw communist animal farm 1984 alphabet soup mafia elites to trans the gender of the most cisgender person in existence. It’s abundantly clear that once you represent your gender expression in a particular way, it is completely static and never changes. Exploration is strictly off limits. You’re only a real transgender if your mother gives birth in the endocrinologists office and you get your HRT prescription at 23 seconds old, otherwise you’re a filthy AGP cuck.

As we all know, femboys exist so that I can jack off to men and claim “it’s still straight if it’s femboys bro”, allowing me to ignore my deeply repressed bisexuality. If no femboy is safe from the transing of the genders, then how will I be able to have an outlet for my attraction to men? Finding community and healthily expressing it in a way that doesn’t involve me fetishizing gender nonconformity and unhealthily bottling up my queerness? Fucking disgusting.

We all know that there’s absolutely no precedent for using gender nonconforming cultural trends to explore ones identity before transitioning. That’s why every drag queen has always been a 100% cis man and none have ever pursued transition ever.

Clearly the goal here is to erase feminine men and convert boys into the alphabet mafia. As a someone who regularly jacks off to femboys, I have personally appointed myself as the authority on all things related to gender nonconformity, and I refuse to bow down to the wokeness that is queer people who actually go outside. As this authority, I know from my depths of experience mindlessly scrolling through anime femboys online that femboys are a completely different thing than the lgbtqiaabcdefg rabble, and that they’re based whereas real gay people and gender nonconforming people are cringe. Absolutely no overlap exists between trans people and the gender nonconforming cis people whatsoever. With this authority and knowledge, I have pledged to personally divide and destroy any semblance of queer unity present in the online microcosms I find myself in. And because of this, I have to speak out against this trans agenda.

BULLSHIT I say. They’re transing the genders of the femboys and I won’t stand for it.

[desire4ella]

relationship headcannon for solo???

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: (𝐬𝐟𝐰+𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰)

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Solo Sikoa x Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Relationship goals and shi

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,018

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: You’ll find out…

🎀 𝒮𝐹𝒲 🎀

˚౨ৎ˚ 1. Even tho he might not sometimes verbally express it, he loves you so much. Sometimes he misses the scent of your vanilla bean shampoo hair , your coco buttered lotioned skin and your strawberry cream scented purfume while he’s on tour, so in those moments he calls you and starts smiling like a mad man as soon as he sees your pretty face.

˚౨ৎ˚ 2. In public he doesn’t really do allat pda stuff, the most he’ll do Is wrap his arms around your shoulder or hold ya hand while crossing the road.

˚౨ৎ˚ 3. But In private It’s a whole different storyyyyy, this man hands will NEVER leave your body. He has to be touching you in some form of way.

˚౨ৎ˚ 4. He’s a buff man, so obviously his hugs are ELITE. Top notch shi right there. You feel so warm and so secure. He has this special hug for you called “ The solo Tornado” in which he picks you up and spins you around, don’t take it for granted cuz he don’t do it often.

˚౨ৎ˚ 5. He acts like a mama bear all the time, it’s so cuteeeeee, he’ll make you soup when your sick ( and even feed it you if you want) he’ll make sure you wear a scarf and a coat in the winter before you go outside, or else you ain’t going outside at all. I don’t make up the rules 🤷🏾‍♀️.

˚౨ৎ˚ 6. He acts like a body guard at times. Anytime you’re talking to someone or just doing regular things in public, he’s standing behind you , ready to fight a hoe If they dare, try ether him or you especially. It’s so funny because he’s this tall, buff and menacing man,standing behind you and then your short ass just chilling in the front.

˚౨ৎ˚ 7. Expect to be spoiled all the time. Your walking past a shop and see a bracelet you like ,The next day he’s presenting it you with a smirk.

˚౨ৎ˚ 8. This man gets downnnnn in da kitchen, HE DONT PLAY. When i’m tellin ya he makes the BEST barbecue wings and seasoned potatoe wedges, it’ll have you running back for more. And he can cook plenty more food e.g Macaroni, Cornbread, Cakes,Chicken,Rice, Cookies n cream cheesecake and just plentyyy more. You’ll never have to order fast food again. ( yes it’s THAT good )

˚౨ৎ˚ 9. Overall he’s just a big teddy bear, wanting to be loved on.

🎀 𝒩𝒮𝐹𝒲 🎀

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 1. Let’s get straight into it. He loves when you call him “ Daddy” or “Sir”, Something bout the way your lips tremble when you say it, or the way your eyes roll back behind you head when he’s pounding your shit in so good, by the end of it you’ll already flooded the whole bed with your juices.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 2. 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 1: He groaned and pushed your hand away that was prying against his stomach “ Move ya hand princess,I ain’t gon tell you again ” you whined in complaint, his dick was too big, you felt like he was hitting up against your uterus. “ Daddyyy, It’s to muchhhh!” you wailed as his hands reached down to vigorously rub your clit, he breathlessly chuckled “ You gon take this dick, ether way pretty girl, cuz just a minutes ago you wanted to show yo lil ass out infront of people ”.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 3. Every session,he has to at least cream pie you once. The sensation of his cream dripping down from your abused hole to your puckered asshole feels euphoric. The way he would use his tip and swipe up the residue that was dribbling down and push it right back into your cunt was so filthy, but you couldn’t give af because you liked being a whore just for him ONLY. The squelching sound that emitted right after was down right nasty, your pussy can’t get enough of his dick,can it ?.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 4. 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 2: You took a shaky breath as you watched his cock slowly re enter your pussy, It was an extremely tight fit,cause his dick was girthy, your cum filled hole felt full and again, nice and stuffed like a jelly filled donut. Your head fell back against the satin pillow as he brung your two legs and placed them above his shoulder, you knew he was about to put in that deep workkk. Sweat dripped down his furrowed eyebrows ,veins protruding out of his neck as he pistoned back and forth out of you “ Fuc-ckk babyyy, Take daddy’s dick like a good girl”.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 5. Sometimes when he’s feeling rather….hungry, he’ll sit there for hours if he could and eat you out like a starved man. I’m not even kidding, he wouldn’t stop until you tap out or just pass out for overstimulation.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 6. 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 3: “Ohhhh fu-ckkk daaa-dyyy” you whined out as he wrapped his arms around your thighs to drag your sore pussy closer to his mouth. The vibrations of him moaning went straight into your pussy further amplifying your release . He prodded his long tongue in and out of your sloppy hole while he used his two fingers to repeatedly slam into you, your pussy was clenching hard around him. He spat your juices back unto your clit and sucked it up back again, making sure to stare you right in the eyes when doing it, cause he knew that was your weakness. Your whole body trembled , you instinctively reached your hand out to grip his hair back “Just like that daddy” you panted out as your body convulsed. One more tug of his juicy,pink lips against your clit and you squirted all over his face like a water hose. And yes,he made sure to lick up EVERY.LAST.DROP. You got yourself a pro pussy eater ladies.

MY FIRST EVER SOLO WRITING .WHOOHOOO. Look at me feeding y’all content, you must be full🙄😭. But on a serious note , I love y’all fr fr, I didn’t think I would’ve made it this far, but I did because of you guys, so I will forever love you for that🩷.

p.s REQUESTS ARE CLOSED MY LOVLIES .I REAPT CLOSSEDDDD UNTIL FUTHER NOTICE.

- 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 🎀 signing out