in other words, i love...you!
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in other words, i love...you!
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ps:我们建了一个中国区的微信群,大家基本都在里面!有产出的老大想来加群的可以私信我要一下二维码,但是要满十八岁哦😽希望大家在群里友好交流,有过激言论可能会被移除⚠️
My queen ( ˘ ³˘)❤ here I come! 💕This is Amelia in a suit, BB in ladies' outfit,and Lane in a maid outfit 😋These are totally just products of my personal preferences.🥲 I’m kind of curious what BB and Lane’s reactions would be if MC asked them to wear these outfits.🤔I used machine translation, hope it didn’t mess things up too much🥺🥺
女王我来啦,这里是西装Amelia,女装BB和女仆装Lane,这些完全是我喜好的产物来着,所以我有点想知道要是MC想让BB和Lane穿这些服装他们会是什么反应?我用了机器翻译希望没出什么错
Would BB really be able to stand next to Lane , let alone take a photo with him???
Anyways İnspo from 👇🏽
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merry Christmas
say cheese!
i was thinking what if BB was a frat boy and lane was a nerd boy ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) hehe
I was pondering how BB met MC and came up with a theory... (I'm not sure if anyone's thought of this already tho)
MC might drink— it's hinted at during the dare route when she drinks half a bottle of straight liquor. That feat is DIFFICULT man!
So, what ifffff MC drank a lot in the past?
This leads to the possibility of her going out often as well. Now comes the real shit.
Picture this:
MC visits a particular bar more than most; it could be considered her favorite to go to.
She goes there, gets a few drinks, the whole one two. Clearly, she's just living it up alone, maybe even with friends.
There's a man that's been watching her lately.
She doesn't notice because she's too fucked up to pay that close attention to her surroundings, so it unintentionally makes her a target.
He sits in his secluded corner of the bar, keeping an eye on the door due to habit from the army.
He thinks to himself: "She's stupid. Getting drunk to the extent of barely functioning is incredibly irrational.". He's annoyed at her recklessness, but he can't stop eyeing her. Something about her is magnetic to him, and others think that too.
Seeing that, it unlocks a deep sense of possessiveness he didn't know he had. He plays it off at the start, simply titling it as "She's just sexy".
However, it gets deeper.
He begins to look for his reckless woman every night. His curiosity gets the best of him and he picks up on her habits and personality... Soon developing into learning her mannerisms, routines... The textbook definition of stalking.
It was just curiosity, though!
And although he remains in the shadows, she eventually notices this regular wallflower and becomes intrigued by him, somewhat.
Glancing at the corner of her eye every once in a while, they make eye contact. That's what flips the switch.
"I'm in love with her..."
"She needs protection. She's weak."
"I need to protect her..."
This is reaaaally the tipping point.
Once they got in direct contact, she could've caught him beating a creep (that had been preying on her) to absolute pulp— damn near killing the guy. This, or she witnessed him murdering someone, or heard and analyzed suspicious comments he dropped without a second thought, especially if he tried to cover it up.
Either way, she then would see him in a much different light, ultimately viewing him as a possible danger.
This hurt.
After all their happy memories together; the joyrides, the hangouts, both deep and meaningless conversations had, maybe her teaching him the alphabet? She still doesn't fully trust him?
He slams his red helmet on the ground, shattering a good portion of it.
He doesn't care.
He doesn't care.
He doesn't care.
He can't care.
He can't care for a stupid girl he met at a shitty bar.
A girl he stalked endlessly, nightly even. Day in and day out.
She ran thousands of miles through his mind, and this is all he ends up with?
Maybe he backed off at the wrong time.
Maybe the creep from earlier came back for revenge on a night she drank too much.
Maybe she accidentally killed the man in self defense, and then called him begging for help, not knowing what the hell to do next.
And maybe he got rid of the body for her, promising she'd never get punished if he's there. "BB is here now, don't worry..."
Addition: It be ultra fucked if Lane was a bartender at a bar MC went to often. It's a decent explanation of her maybe knowing him before her loss of memory.
Also, ty for reading this far! I didn't actually mean for this to become a fanfic wannabe, but it's late asf for me so I let my mind run through all the possibilities of this story before I crash 😛
Edit: I just thought of this additional detail- What if BB would carry MC from the bar when she got too drunk? It's a little far fetched, but it might be on the table.
I finally measured the length of BB hahahahahah XD🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪