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Elevator Mishap || Central Cee

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : CentralCee x Female reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : You find yourself trapped in an elevator with a mysterious stranger who turns out to be the famous rapper Central Cee in disguise. [FLUFF/ LIGHT TENSION]

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵  

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: HIIIII GUYS omg so much stuff has happened personally in my life but I am back and better!! Central Cee is so fine and I just always wanted to write something with him lol. Its been a while since I have wrote something, so bare with me c': I have no requests, so feel free to send some in! 

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"I find it hard to believe I'm actually here," you murmur under your breath, a mix of disbelief and disinterest coloring your tone as you wait for the elevator to reach your floor. While most girls would gush with excitement at the prospect of attending a Central Cee concert in the UK alongside their best friends, Stacey and Rosalina, you find yourself unable to share in their fervor. The trio, inseparable since middle school, practically dragged you along when they scored free tickets to the concert, complete with all expenses paid. Despite their infectious enthusiasm for Central Cee, you couldn't summon the same level of excitement, feeling rather indifferent towards his music. Meanwhile, your best friends are back in the hotel room, immersed in making TikToks while belting out Central Cee's tunes. You made an excuse about needing to run down to the convenience store on the ground floor to grab a snack, eager to escape the impending festivities. As the elevator doors finally slide open, you step inside, your mind already elsewhere, contemplating the potentially underwhelming night ahead, especially given your lack of interest in the artist.

Absentmindedly humming to yourself, you press the button for the ground floor before casually leaning against the elevator wall. A brief moment of panic strikes as you pat your pockets, realizing your phone must have been left behind in the hotel room. Before you can fully process this inconvenience, the elevator lurches upward, and a figure clad entirely in black, sporting a ski mask, shades, and a hat, enters. You brush off the peculiar attire, attributing it to the chilly weather outside, but a faint sense of unease begins to gnaw at you as the elevator door closes.

The person does not press any buttons, signaling they were also going to the bottom floor like you were. You tried not to stare at the person beside you, but the clothes they were wearing screamed wealth. You look at their shoes as the elevator begins to go down. Suddenly, the elevator comes to a stop with a shake. You widen your eyes as anxiety kicks in, confused on what is going on. You look over at the stranger, not being able to see their expression before walking over and pressing the first-floor button again. This time, the elevator doesn't seem to budge nor is it telling you what floor you two are currently on.

“There's no way,” noticing the elevator may be stuck, your heart sinks down. The stranger walks closer to you, giving them a try themselves to press the buttons. You step back to give them room. Noticing the buttons will not budge for them either, you sigh and press the red button that signals a representative. A few minutes pass before someone speaks, “Hello? Is everything alright?,” the statically voice states.

“Yeah, ummm I think the elevator is stuck. We also can’t see what floor we are on,” you respond.

“Okay, please remain calm we are sen-,” the voice cuts off.

“Hello?,” you question, “HELLLOOOOOO?,” spamming the button again.

“Lady we can't hear YOUUU!,” You state pressing the button.

“You should stop before you break it.” The voice of the person speaks with a deep British accent, you now know they are a male. You turn to look at him, continuing to press the button a few more times before stopping. You sigh, sitting down on the floor.

“Just great,” you mumble while lowering your head in defeat. You are not someone with claustrophobia, plus the elevator was a decent size so it's not as if you were scared you were trapped. Only annoyed. While your head is low, you hear clothes shuffling causing you to look back up. The man begins to take off his coat and hat, probably also realizing we are not going to be getting out anytime soon. You shift your legs so you are now sitting criss-cross on the floor, your back against the wall as you look up at the elevator's ceiling.

“Don't worry, I bet they will come soon,” the man speaks once again with a reassuring voice. You keep your head up, “I know, it just sucks. This is my first time in the UK and I'm spending my first night trapped in an elevator with a stranger, no offense.” You hear a chuckle, ”None taken. What are you in the UK for if you don't mind me asking?” You can tell he just wanted small talk, and you didn't mind. I mean after all, you are stuck here for who knows how long.

 “My Best friends and I are here for the Central Cee concert,” you respond, continuing to study the French painting that is plastered on the ceiling of the elevator.

“Are you excited to go?,” he questions, resulting in you shrugging,” I don't care too much about him. Nothing against him, but you know, not really my taste.”

Silence settles between you for a moment, punctuated only by the occasional crackle of the intercom and the faint hum of the elevator's mechanisms.

"So, what brings you to the concert if you're not a fan?" he asks, curiosity evident in his voice.

You offer a half-smile, considering your response. "Honestly, I'm just here for my friends. Stacey and Rosalina are huge fans, and they practically begged me to come along. Figured it would be a fun night out, even if the music isn't really my thing."

He nods in understanding, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Ah, the sacrifices we make for friendship," he muses, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. “Maybe after the concert you will be my fan.”

His unexpected comment catches you off guard, and you find yourself momentarily taken aback. With a furrowed brow, you glance down, your eyes widening and eyebrows raising in confusion. And there he stands, Central Cee himself, his presence suddenly filling the confined space of the elevator. His pearly white teeth glint in the dim light, a charming smile gracing his lips.

If your best friends were in your position, they probably would have passed out by now. But you? You simply let out a small laugh, shaking your head slightly. “Mmmmm I don't think so. Your music just isn't my type,” you reply, your tone casual yet resolute. You glance back up at the ceiling, your interest clearly elsewhere.

Central Cee seems momentarily taken aback by your nonchalant response. He had perhaps expected screams of excitement or frenzied fangirling – or perhaps even both. But your composed demeanor only serves to intrigue him further. He closes his lips, the smile still lingering on his face, his gaze lingering on you with newfound curiosity.

"Really now?" he questions, a playful glint in his eyes. "What exactly is your type, hmm?"

“Not you, so it doesn't matter,” you respond with a casual flick of your gaze, focusing on your nail as if it holds the answers to the universe. Impatience begins to creep into your movements, prompting you to rise from your seat and stride over to the control panel, where you futilely press the buttons at random.

"Well, I would like to know," he persists, closing the distance between you with a deliberate step.

"It doesn't matter," you retort, your tone edged with determination.

"Yes, it does," he insists.

"No, it doesn't," you counter.

"Yes, it does."

"No, it do—" You cut yourself off mid-sentence, the absurdity of the situation dawning on you. "Wait, why am I even going back and forth with you?" The question is more to yourself, but Central Cee decides to respond.

"Because you do like me."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I—" You catch yourself falling into the same cycle, causing him to chuckle.

"You know, you're cute when you get mad," he remarks, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His words elicit a soft blush from you, prompting you to turn away and face the wall. "Leave me alone," you mumble.

"Awww, I'm sorry, love. Let me make it up to you," he responds cheekily.

"Make it up to me by getting this damn elevator to work," you grumble under your breath.

"If you can admit that I am your favorite artist, then I will make that happen," he confesses, catching you off guard.

You raise an eyebrow, turning to face him. "How?"

He tilts his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Say it, and I will make it happen."

You exhale heavily, skepticism evident in your expression. "Why does it matter to you so much?" you question.

He shrugs, smiling. "Simply because."

You glare at him, his grin only widening in response. You decide to humor him, considering his celebrity status and the possibility of connections. "Fine. You are my favorite artist."

He raises his eyebrows, amused by your half-hearted admission. "I don't think that was sincere enough for me."

You let out another small breath.  Stepping closer to him, you meet his gaze head-on. "Oakley, you are my favorite artist. I love your music so much; you are so talented."

His demeanor softens, his eyes meeting yours with sincerity. Something about saying his real name seems to have an effect on him. Whether it's your beauty or simply the use of his name, it stirs something within him, making him feel... nice.

You find yourself studying his features, admiring the way his light tan skin complements the arch of his eyebrows and the depth of his chocolate eyes. His small smile draws your attention, and you instinctively take a step back, coughing lightly to dispel the tension.

"Uhm... okay, I said it. Now, do your magic."

"You're right," he responds, retrieving his phone from his pocket.

"YOU HAD A PHONE THIS ENTIRE TIME??" you exclaim, incredulous.

"Yes," he simply responds, unlocking his phone.

You sigh. "Why didn't you say something?"

He shrugs nonchalantly. "Who wouldn't want to be trapped in an elevator with a beautiful girl like you?"

You open your mouth to reply, but the fluttering sensation in your stomach leaves you speechless. Despite your indifference towards his music, you can't deny his charm.

For a few moments, you find yourself lost in thought, your gaze dropping to your shoes. His voice interrupts your reverie, causing you to lift your head.

"Damn. I don't have any service," he says, raising his arm in a futile attempt to get a signal.

You watch as Central Cee furrows his brow in frustration, tapping futilely at his phone screen in a desperate attempt to find a signal. Despite the annoyance of being stuck in an elevator, you can't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie with him, a shared bond forged in the confines of this metal box.

As the seconds tick by, the silence between you grows heavier, the tension palpable in the air. You glance at Central Cee, taking in the way the dim light of the elevator accentuates the contours of his face, casting shadows that dance across his features. Despite your best efforts to ignore it, you can't deny the flutter of excitement that flits through your stomach at the sight of him.

"Anything yet?" you ask, breaking the silence with a voice that comes out softer than intended.

Central Cee shakes his head, his expression a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Nothing. It's like this elevator is in its own little world, cut off from the rest of the universe."

Central Cee chuckles softly, the sound echoing in the confined space. "and here I thought being a famous rapper would exempt me from getting stuck in elevators," he remarks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You smile, appreciating his attempt to inject a bit of humor into the situation. "Guess even celebrities aren't immune to elevator mishaps," you reply, your lips quivering in a half-smile.

He returns the smile, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "At least I'm stuck in here with someone interesting," he says, his tone laced with sincerity.

A blush rises to your cheeks at his compliment, and you quickly avert your gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny. "Thanks," you mumble, "I guess you aren't so bad yourself.."

Central Cee's smile widens at your response, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment," he says, his tone teasing yet genuine.

You chuckle softly, feeling a sense of ease settle over you as the tension between you dissipates. "Consider it one," you reply, meeting his gaze with a shy smile.

As the moments pass, you find yourself drawn into conversation with Central Cee, the topics ranging from trivial matters to deeper discussions about life, dreams, and everything in between. Despite the unusual circumstances that brought you together, you can't help but feel a sense of connection with him, a feeling of understanding that goes beyond mere words.

Eventually, after what feels like an eternity but is likely only a few hours, the elevator lurches back to life with a groan of protest, the sudden movement catching you off guard. Central Cee reaches out a hand to steady you, his touch warm and reassuring against your skin.

"We're moving again," he says, a note of relief in his voice.

You nod, a sense of anticipation building within you as the elevator ascends towards the surface. “Finally,” you say, though a pang of reluctance tugs at your heart. Deep down, you wish the elevator would stay broken, prolonging the fleeting moments you've shared with him. In the brief interlude of confinement, you've come to appreciate not just Central Cee, but the person behind the persona, Oakley. As the elevator hums back to life, you resign yourself to the inevitable parting that awaits you both, returning to the separate paths your lives had veered from.

Central Cee begins to adjust his attire, meticulously covering his features with the ski mask and glasses, returning to his "disguise". “Don't worry," you assure him, offering a small smile, "I won't breathe a word of this to anyone. It'll be our little secret.” Before he can respond, the elevator doors glide open, ushering in a flood of light and fresh air. Eager to break free from the confines of the elevator, you step out quickly, wary of being trapped again.

“Hey,” Central Cee calls out to you, his voice laced with a hint of concern, “I’ll see you tomorrow,yeah?” A flicker of something indefinable passes between you, a silent understanding that transcends words. Though you yearn for a deeper connection, you suppress the urge, unsure of what you truly desire. With a small smile, you nod in acknowledgement, “Yeah.”

As you both walk away, your steps leading you in opposite directions, you can't help but feel a sense of resonance, a shared moment that binds you together in thought. Despite the divergence of your paths and the separation of your lives, in that fleeting instant, your minds are aligned, fixated on each other, entwined in a momentary bond that defies explanation.

[aviscarrentals]

Yelp (Prologue) ls2

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words: 796

warnings: cursing, implied violence and character death, it's literally the opening scene of scream so use your imagination

notes: i promise these specific characters have been chosen for plot-related reasons. i love kimi, it made me sad to hurt him, but it's worth it for the story i promise 😪 hope you enjoy this teaser! i'll get to working on the main plot real soon i promise 🤞also if you see any mistakes please let me know. english is my first language, i'm just fucking stupid

“Mum, I don’t need a babysitter. I’m literally 18 in August.” … “No, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to yell at you, but I’m not a kid. He doesn’t even do anything; he just sits on the couch, watches TV, and eats all of the good crisps.” … “Yeah, I know I said I don’t need him, but what’s the point of even having him here if he doesn't do anything?!”

“Kimi, pipe down a bit, will ya?”

“See? Did you hear that?” … “I’m not even being that loud!” … “Okay, yeah, that was loud, but it was because I’m pissed off, Mum.” … “That’s not even a curse word!”

“Mate!”

“Sorry, Ralf.” … “What? Are you kidding me? No, I’m not gonna call him ‘Mr. Aron.’” … “Yeah, whatever.” … “Sorry. Yeah, have fun, love you. Bye.”

Kimi hung up the phone and sighed dramatically. “I’m 17 years old,” he whispered to himself in the way one does when they’re angry, but don’t want anyone else to hear, while he fake kicked the wall.

After several minutes of pantomiming a temper tantrum, Kimi sat down at his desk. He could hear the disgusting crunches of crisps being belligerently chomped on by an open mouth from downstairs harmonizing with the bickering voices of Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago on the television.

“Fuck this,” he muttered under his breath and unlocked his phone. Just as his finger was about to press the call button on his friend Ollie’s contact page, the screen went black, except for two green and red buttons and white, medium-sized lettering displaying who was on the other end of the line: “Unknown Caller”.

Spam, he immediately concluded and clicked the red button without hesitation. But, again, before he could select the FaceTime option, the Unknown Caller screen returned. Annoyed, he quickly answered and brought it up to his ear.

“Hello?” he asked tiredly. Maybe it was some distant relative who thought it was his birthday or something?

“Hello,” the voice on the other end echoed.

“Hello? Who is this?” he demanded, already out of patience. The last thing he needed on this already tragically boring evening was to get stuck on the phone for an hour with someone who claimed to have changed his diapers when he was a baby.

“Oh, you know who it is. We’re good friends,” the voice replied, this time with an eerie tone that made his skin crawl.

Before Kimi could answer, the sound of a bowl clattering to the hardwood ground made him turn his head to the open door. “Fucking dumbass,” he grumbled under his breath.

“Excuse me?” the voice seethed.

“What? Oh, not you,” Kimi rushed to explain, “my stupid babysitter.”

“Babysitter?” it asked him, chuckling.

“Fuck,” he moaned, leaning back in his chair. “Shut up. I meant-”

“No, I know what you meant,” the other line interrupted. “I know all about you…”

This made Kimi sit back up in his chair. “Huh?”

“You heard me,” It simply stated.

“Alright, is this a joke? You guys know I don’t like shit like this; it’s not fun-”

“This isn’t a prank!” the voice hollered.

Kimi fell out of his seat at the sudden noise, hitting his shoulder on the edge of his desk.

“Pardon my tone,” it apologized. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I just don’t like when I’m not taken seriously.” Kimi could hear the bitterness seeping in toward the end of the sentence.

“You didn’t startle me,” he lied, getting up from the floor.

“Oh, don’t you try and deceive me,” the voice reprimanded with a snicker. “I see everything.”

Kimi’s heart fell to his now standing feet. “...what did you just say?”

“I said, ‘I know everything.’”

“No, you didn’t. You said…” At this realization, Kimi dropped his phone, not even bothering to end the call, and rushed out of his bedroom. Prank or not, he was freaked the fuck out and wanted to leave. Right. Fucking. Now.

As he made his way down the stairs, he abruptly came to a halt before he reached the bottom. On the floor in front of the couch lay a mess of crushed crisps and a haphazardly tossed wooden bowl from his cupboard. No Ralf. With shaking limbs, he descended the final steps to inspect the scene further.

“Mike! Mike! Mike!”

Kimi turned around so quickly he almost lost his balance. His heart settled when he realized it was just the stupid movie playing on the television. He promptly grabbed the remote and turned it off.

But when he looked at the reflection of the black tinted glass, he could see something behind him. Something out of the ordinary. He squinted to try and make out what it was.

“Aw, you don’t like scary movies?”

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[jae-bummer]

Platonic Friend Time

Request: jungkookie & prompts 5&11

Prompt:

5) "Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?"

11) Your bias makes every excuse he can think of to hold your hand.

Prompt list can be found HERE.

Pairing: BTS Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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"My hands are freezing," Jungkook muttered, blowing a hot breath into his fingers before rubbing them together.

"You have poor circulation," you sighed, shifting your weight from side to side.

The two of you had gotten in line at an unnatural hour for an anime themed pop-up shop in one of your favorite cafes. You had agreed to go for days, but with Jungkook's schedule and your aversion to waking up before the sun, it had been difficult to pin down a time. Eventually, Jungkook found a day off and spam texted you until you finally said the magic word, "maybe."

"Maybe" was as good as gold to someone who was essentially raised by a tribe of teenage boys, so it didn't surprise you when a knock sounded at your apartment door before your alarm was set to go off. He was one of your best friends in this life, so you chose to let him in instead of pushing him down the stairs.

"I do not have poor circulation," Jungkook responded, glaring at you. "It's like 0 degrees outside right now."

Rolling your eyes, you tilted your head in his direction. "You have pocket warmers."

After a moment of silence, he cocked an eyebrow. "You're always warm, if you just-"

"I will not be holding your hand," you grumbled. "Your palms get clammy."

"Do not!" he gasped indignantly. Several people in line before you swiveled their heads around, eying the two of you curiously.

"Jungkook," you hissed, while smiling awkwardly at the attention directed your way.

"Mmm," he groaned, crossing his arms and looking away moodily.

"Could you please tell the twelve-year-old that has taken over your body to exorcise itself?"

Now it was his turn to swivel his head at a breakneck speed. You watched as his eyes grew wide, a sign that the gears turning in his head were trying to alert him on how to react.

You hadn't expected for the reaction to be him ramming his meaty shoulder into yours.

"Hey!" you gasped, stumbling over yourself as you lost balance.

Jungkook's expression turned from one of annoyance to horror in an instant as he reached out to catch you. Just barely grabbing your arms before you crashed to the ground, he pulled you up again. Holding on to your hands, he stared at you wordlessly, his eyes swiftly roaming your face.

"Rude," you grumbled, narrowing your eyes.

He let out a sigh. "Y/N, you know I would never-"

"Recognize your own strength? You have that right."

Jungkook shook his head repeatedly. "No! I wouldn't ever mean to hurt you. I didn't think I bumped you that hard!"

"We're circling back around to the "not recognizing your own strength" thing," you chuckled, attempting to finally slide your fingers from his. "Jungkook, Jungkook I need my hands back."

"Why?" he asked, quirking a brow. "What if you fall again?"

"Just standing here?"

"Yes, gravity unchecked is very dangerous," he nodded vigorously.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Why was he being so difficult?

Opening your eyes again, you tried not to flinch under Jungkook's continued observation of your face. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Looking at you how?" he said cautiously. "Why? Do you like it?"

"Well, I mean-" you began, but shook your head. "That's not the point. What is up with you?"

"I'm just enjoying some good, old fashioned, platonic friend time, homie," he said stiffly. "What's up with you?"

"Jungkook." You said his name more sternly.

"Really! Just me and my bud, out on the town, casually holding hands, no big deal at all. Why are you making it a big deal when it's totally not?"

You said nothing, only lifting your brows.

"Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?" He gasped, finally letting go of your fingers and flinging his into the air.

"So that's why you've been an alien all morning!" you laughed.

Jungkook only blinked at you, his mouth a thin line.

"Oh, lighten up," you grinned, pushing gently at his shoulder. "You have a crush on me..

...You have a crush on me."

The words sank in, causing you to fall into silence. Scrunching your face, you looked up at your friend, trying to see him in a new light.

Jungkook was handsome. There was no need to argue that fact because it just was. He had been growing out his hair, which now stuck haphazardly out of a beanie he had shoved on at your apartment. You liked the longer length and constantly had to talk yourself down from running your fingers through it. That wasn't friendly behavior. Neither was your ever present need to have him laugh or smile in your direction. You had been convinced for so long that you just strove for positive attention, but it only seemed to be the case with him. But then...there was the one time he had fallen asleep on your couch watching a movie and nestled his head into your shoulder. He was just one for physical affection, you had told yourself. It didn't matter if you thoroughly enjoyed it or not.

He was easily one of the best people you knew. Hardworking, talented, and a youthful naivety all tied together in one person. You could write dissertations on why he was nearly perfect in every way, at least to you.

The reality of the situation hit you like a truck.

You had a big, fat crush on Jungkook.

Your eyes finally snapped back into focus, meeting his. Before you could think better of it, you leaned forward and pressed your lips lightly to the corner of his mouth.

"What. Exactly...was that?" he said breathlessly.

"I have a crush on you too," you grinned.

His mouth popped open for a moment before closing again. He blinked a few more times before his lips formed a smile. "Yeah, you do!"

"Kookie!" you groaned as he wrapped his arms around you and began to wiggle you back and forth.

"I like you and you like me back and I didn't ruin everything," he sang in your ear.

You chuckled as he finally stopped his swaying and took a step back. Placing his hand more confidently in yours, he grinned. "My hands aren't cold anymore."

[kokomiin]

I didn't want to have to do this but I am currently being harassed by somebody I worked for with no sign of letting up, so here it is. Some of you might remember me working on an RPG called Moonatic since last month. I was contacted by this person in early December to be the artist for the game, after seeing how many people were working on it I decided to accept, but everyone involved was working out of goodwill under the promise that we would eventually be paid. I was encouraged by the director to work at maximum capacity every day, I am aware that I have an especially fast art output compared to some people, but this still takes work and energy as I am a human being. If I was only able to complete one piece in a day, he would comment on that being "a shame" and would point out if I finished my work day earlier than him due to exhaustion even if I had actually gotten things done. I kept working hard every day because I genuinely believed in the project and thought this kind of crunch wouldn't be permanent, and I didn't want to cause friction between myself and the director by complaining which I now realise was a huge mistake. Whenever I took a day off I had to announce it, there was no set schedule and I believe he would have me working every day if possible.

My friends can attest to the decrease in my physical and mental health before I even realised how I was being affected by this. The director also initiated a friendship with me as well as me being his employee, I accepted but over time personal boundaries were crossed, he made judgements about some things in my personal life and just two days ago, the day before I decided to resign, he implied a romantic interest in me knowing full well that I'm in a relationship. This was a breaking point for me and I had to reevaluate everything, after discussing with many people I decided it was best for everyone if I left. But when I gave the director my resignation, explaining to him the stress I was under and how I was uncomfortable with how he spoke to me, but that I would still let them use my work for the project, he immediately reacted with a mental spiral, blamed me for the project failing and even now still refuses to contact me directly.

A few weeks ago he insisted on purchasing a VR Headset for me, which I declined multiple times due to the cost and because I didn't ask for it in the first place, but around my birthday when he kept insisting I decided to accept, considering it my compensation for the month's worth of free labour I had done. I drew many character design sheets, environments, a comic, promotional artwork, helped to finish the trailer's storyboard and had begun animating it, with only a few days of breaks. I left the project because of stress and a lack of personal boundaries that were caused by him, and now this person is spamming me with payment requests to give him back the money for this gift. He claims it as a work tool, but when we talked about him getting it for me he treated the 'work' aspect as an excuse and said he really wanted to hang out with me in VR after work. Now he is declaring it as a work tool that needs to be repaid if not shipped back. A VR headset is not at all a necessary tool for this project, which is an RPG game developed in game maker.

I'm genuinely afraid about what else this person might do as he is blaming me for the project failing as though it was my own, and refusing to take responsibility for his treatment of me. If you are an artist, in the future please avoid any company with the name Andel in it. If I end up being forced to pay back the price of my free labour :') I'll open emergency commissions, ok?

screenshots under the cut (i'm pretty shaky right now so I forgot to add some, the ones related to my resignation have been added now)

[jinxpologist]

my statement. thank you for your patience.

hey everyone. there’s a lot i can’t say right now, because behind the scenes things have gotten pretty insane, to say the least. i want to ask that people not try to contact orion through me, or anyone else, as i’m not in contact with him at the moment. for the foreseeable future, he won’t be reachable. please don’t spam his social media, or the social media of anyone involved who hasn’t made a statement yet. we either can’t respond for various reasons or are processing quite a shocking situation. as for what i think, personally—it’s so much more complicated than i ever thought it could be. i am learning things about my partner i never thought i would learn, and seeing things about others i never thought i’d see. there’s a lot that’s happened in the past couple days that i can’t and don’t want to make public right now, because i’m frankly shaken to my very core, and i’ve been advised by multiple mental health professionals to take a step back from the situation, which i’ve done to the best of my ability. but i know i need to say something, so here it is. i hope you understand that i can’t say much without being able to talk to either major party involved. i acted in the way i thought was right, with all the details i was given at the time, and now i am very unsure of what to do. i will need time and space to process. i didn’t know about a lot of what has been revealed. i wish i could share more with you, to give you a clearer picture of what’s happening on our end. but i can’t. please understand that. i want to say that i strongly condemn the transphobic and antisemitic abuse that is being spewed by some very hateful people right now. there is no excuse to be bigoted towards entire groups, no matter what you think of an individual. posting nazi propaganda is not helping anyone. please call this out when you see it. thank you for anyone who has showed me kindness, especially to my friends (whether online or physical) who have been endlessly patient with me. thank you to everyone who has been showing maturity and restraint in their words, no matter their opinion. i hope everyone reading this is well. please take care of yourselves, stay hydrated, and remember to catch some sunlight.

[heylinhenchman]

BACK INTO THE BALDY GATE w @oflostinfound

Oh it gets a little lengthy now cause we hit plot points and my brain is feeling wordy. Last weeks game.

We last left off at the goblin camp and of course Jurge had to make business with the locals before they got down to the dirty business. Not that trading with the Zhentarim or chats with Abidirak are any less dirty than goblin slaying.

Got Lovitars Blessing. Nearly lost it... as you will come to hear--

Lae'zel and Jurge having a little fling. Jurge considers it more friends-with-benefits than anything else, even if it's a step above what Lae'zel would call it (just satisfying her needs). She is his fighter levels trainer after all, he gets that kinda stuff just stirs that sort of emotion at times. And, hoo, she can lead and he can follow no problem. (anybody who can't gauge exactly what they're up to when they leave camp, get's an excuse of 'extra training').

While doing camp business, Eath ran off and looted the place, much to Jurges surprised & approval. He then also assisted in the looting of the smokebarrel room, giving Eath MAD LEAPS (increased jump distance). Only after knocking out Priestess Gut of course, who Jurge then, also killed while knocked out and Eath wasn't looking. Because that's what they came there to DO is all...

Checked the back room, convinced the guard to let him do as he pleased for a time, discovered some routes, but decided to come back.... later--

Jurges blows up goblin children saving Halsin (and relishes it). And aye Halsins not mad we killed the druids,,, good to know. Minthara was a cinch, though the camp was aggro'd in the lack of consideration for the War Drums (oops). But Eath had a pLAN for Ragzlin.... Which, didn't work out but like, Jurge admires the eFFORT.

A battle atop the rafters was like nothin I've ever played before, I'd never seen Ragzlin also get up there. There was grease, oil, explosions, but rare be it anyone was flung below! Lae'zel rally spams Shadowheart, Shadowheart tanks blows, Jurge uses the lack of attention to assist Eaf in attackin--

Eventually we got em all. Oh but THEN---

Outside it was time for: THE BOYS. THE OGRES. At LAST. Time to USE THEM. But-- Jurge rushed outside and Eaf did not follow. Splitting the party, a cardinal sin. And IT PAID THE BLOOD PRICE. Nearly the whole team wiped, and when Eaf uses Withers to bring us back ah--- loviatars grace is gone. THIS CANNOT STAND. I likey my evil goddess buff.

Reloads. First of the Game.

This time Eath has a sense about stopping Jurge before he runs out. They should camp first, truly. Then ambush the camp from another angle. Lae'zel may whinge, but Jurge is down for a plan if it means he's not going to get As Hurt. This time they attack from the front of the camp, taking secret routes yet unknown to me. THIS TIME, Jack manages to be flanked by The Boys and the camp takedown goes much smoother.

For some reason the bald human true soul guy is just... running back and forth. Jurge thinks he must'a had too much to drink. Jurge is, incredibly disappointed one of The Boys died in battle, but not All-- for they charge him a steep penny to keep them on his side. Hopefully their next summon will end a bit more gruesomely...

Surprise Surprise: Halsin, still isn't mad about the druid slaying? We still get to have a party? Feels bitter sweet. Jurge isn't complaining though. Not like a certain vampire baby.

Made Astarion beg for Jurges 'fun' company before turning him down & got a dual approve-disapprove from Astarion. Fascinating.

Now with the goblin path cleared and Jurge continually looked toward as someone who will violently pull party reigns in a certain direction--- Lae'zel is giving him some serious side eye for saying he wants to take a trip into the underdark. After for so long being on her side about getting to the creche asap.

But Jurge says he can manage the underdark, and they've got double the missions for the detour: One to find some sussr blossoms; two to find this short cut to moonrise. Though he has some of his own priorities thrown in under the table: Finding some noblestalk and maybe the Zhentarim again (if it takes another overground detour though, he'll need better excuses for Lae'zel or... he'll just hang out with Astarion for a bit).

Down they descended into the Underdark from the Goblins Camp, into a powered up Selune Temple. Letting a Minotaur fry itself on the bars (Jurge: mmmmm jerky...), was surprised to learn via Eath once more that: You can STOP THE TRAP? I didn't know that. So much safer than just running through. Of course they did not leave the temple that night, nay, for that's end of the round. Camping in the temple for a quick rest.

IC Round 3 Goals: Find Sussr Blossoms; Find Noblestalk; Find Zhentarim; Hang out with Astarion; Resist Any Other Side Quests besides the ones HeeEEEe Wanted to go on (selfish) unless he's gonna profit; Avoid Lae'zels DisApproval; MaKE MORE SPEED POTIONS OOC Round 3 Goals: OH DEF FIND THE MYCONIDS. Start collecting boxes (they make good pathway blockage in the underdark). Grymforge DIRECTIONS at lEAST. Maybe the Icy Staff. Maybe. I was originally like 'dual wielding is just infinitely based' but now im like 'but yeah Jurge is a pole arm kinda guy, quarter staffs or halberds cmon--' Respec Jack so he is Fighter First & Wizard Second (cause multiclassing only counts secondary classes subclass features not the class features iSNT THAT WILD I want jack to hav armor)

[magicalgirlpictureencyclopedia]

EXCUSE THE LONG COMMENT/RANT BUT UMMM... LET ME SPEAK ON THIS!!

So like, I run the MagicalGirloftheDay page on Twitter and the negativity from fans on there is beyond draining. It is to the point where I have considered leaving several times because people do these things constantly:

1. Constantly beg for me to recommend them titles. Here's the thing - I have posted girls from EVERYTHING. Anime, manga, visual novels, commericials, American, Korean, etc cartoons. Name it and I have posted a character from it. People could easily search the page of what I posted, but instead dm me things like, "wahhh, Precure is too immature for me!" and then go on a rant in my dms at 7AM to then be like, "Can you recommend me titles?" Fuck off, please.

The first two or three times is one thing, but when people are too lazy to find media and always ask me for recommendations (or even links to idk, books on people in the anime industry who have worked on magical girl titles they can Google themselves to purchase), it gets really annoying.

2. Claiming that "Madoka/[insert show here] ruined the genre!!" or other complaints to get my attention. It is clear I find these opinions reductive, but followers eagerly want me to agree with them, so they come to me about this stuff for attention. LISTEN - none of the shows before Madoka or after it stopped existing. You want to enjoy the genre? Stop being lazy and complaining about titles and go on Google. Stop spamming me with, "do other magical girl mecha shows exist? Does mature mahou shoujo exist? Are there any with [×]?" SEARCH IT UP.

3. Demand that the genre is not doing enough, even though several titles diverge from dark material, or have LGBT representation, etc. The "MADOKA RUINED THE GENRE WAAHHHH!!!" crowd highly exaggerated, as it was only 6 shows including PMMM itself that fell under that category. 3 of them are no longer running, with one that had severe issues even getting recognition to the point where plot details are only really listed on a site for the show itself (Daybreak Illusion.) Magical Girl Site has been highly criticized, to the point where it is rare to even find fans of online anymore out in the open.

As for representation, if the only show you're looking at is Precure then yeah, I guess you would miss out on things like black characters, lesbian, gay, bi, or trans ones, or even characters with autism, ADHD, etc. There are several Western comics and games featuring such aspects, such as Adorned by Chi (now on hiatsu to my knowledge), Mahou Josei Chimaka, Vampire Magicka, and even Witch Hat Atelier features black characters. Magical Girl Warrior Diamond Heart has a black girl as its protagonist, who has ADHD, along with one party member with autism, and three trans characters who are part of the main cast. Even when you look into older majokko titles you had Little Witch Parfait, a game from 1999 that has yuri. Even one of its follow up games, Little Witch Reinette, focuses on romancing Parfait, her close friend.

But, you know, since magical girl fans aren't actually interested in untranslated titles, or anything that is not a nostalgia title (Sailor Moon, for example) or Precure, I get to see a lot of complaints and accusations like this. I have even heard, "WE NEED MORE MAGICAL BOYS!!" and I made a collage of at least 100 of them and there are several more where those came from.

And it's not just Twitter that's like this, either. I've seen whiners on Tumblr and Reddit as well, who would rather scream about fanservice anime. Years ago it was regarding shows like Moetan (one that isn't even really popular, nor do most care about), but now MahoAko and some others get flak. You don't have to like these shows, but there is no need to whine about them nonstop. Again, you can easily find things you like, but magical girl fans LOVE instead to choose to be upset over goofy stuff that they can easily disengage from.

I've never seen a more divided and boring/linear fanbase, either - it's to the point people have told me "only the girls who fight count", or "magical girl idols don't count", "Cutie Honey doesn't count", and I guess now otome games don't either. It's a fandom that will never be satisfied cause the fans who are loudest never welcome change, hate everything, and refuse to do actual research/read up on the actual genre they claim to love so much.

Like, when people began telling me MACROSS DELTA was a magical girl idol series but people refuse to even watch Creamy Mami, Fancy Lala, Waccha PriMagi!, etc, actual magical girl idol series... that's when I knew it's all a bunch of bs.

@ackee replied to your post “@ackee replied to your post “i always be seeing...”:

FR? thats kinda funny. the solution to yalls problems but yall too busy fighting 😭😭😭😭 welp try the indie otome sub then, i found a few cool games from looking on there every now and again

​mg fandom will do literally everything except interact w magical girls they actually like its so much. every 3 business days they start whining about madoka ~ruining~ the genre forever like we didnt just get *pulls out list*:

a sequel to CCS, a TMM remake and a spin off manga, we're getting a Doremi sequel anime, Mermaid Melody got a sequel manga, Sailor Moon got a new movie, Sanrio came out with new magical girls (Mewkledreamy), Waccha Primagi got officially subbed on bluray, a new pretty series magical girl (AiPri), Saint Tail got liscensed subs, Acro Trip is getting an anime, The Magical Girl And Evil Lieutenant Used To Be Archenemies is getting an anime, Magilumiére is getting an anime

and this is not counting anything non-japanese like all the korean magical girl shows, the Winx reboot, possible Lolirock S3, the Princess Gwenevere reboot,

and the multitude of Indie projects including, MWDH of course, Wheels and Roses, 24/7 Magical Maiden Mimi... Like this is all people who like follow accounts dedicated to magical girl news asking where all the wholesome shows went. I have mutuals that sit up and post news every single day and their replies are full of ppl complaining about madoka and pervert shows 💀

[wrenqueenisboss]

DSMP x gn!reader heacanons (reader with bad sleep schedule)

Them reacting to you having a really shitty sleep schedule. Warnings: cursing (mild), mentions of wounds, showed cuts, cleaning on injuries (tell me if I forget anything, please)

Dream:

(you and dream live together in Florida (without Sapnap))

Dream had been in a call with Sapnap and George for hours and it was 2 am at this point

he had been screaming/shouting and laughing so consistently you had developed a headache (another reason it was difficult to sleep)

he had recently broken another speedrun world record so he was celebrating with his besties 

you hadn’t gone to bed yet because you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep without your boyfriend there

(both you and Dream really like cuddles. neither of you can sleep well without the other)

so you stayed on the couch, scrolling through twitter on your phone as you laid down

Finally, you heard Dream end his call, saying goodbye to his friends. His door creaked the slightest bit as he opened and closed it

Dream was so shocked to find you sitting on the couch at this hour. he was concerned too

“Babe? You’re still awake?”

you chuckled. “obviously”

he walked over to you and cuddled into your side. “You should be asleep. It’s late.” his voice was slightly muffled because of how he had his head nuzzled into your neck

“I couldn’t sleep without you there,” you mumbled, running your hand through his soft blond hair

Dream suddenly felt guilty “staying up this late really isn’t good for you. But if it helps you get to sleep, I’ll go to sleep earlier too”

you hummed happily before falling asleep cuddling your boyfriend

you were so tired you didn’t realize Dream had picked you up bridal style and taken you to your guys’ bed

Sapnap:

(you guys are in different houses for this) (he’s streaming and is also on a discord call with Karl and Quackity)

he was streaming at 2:30 in the morning when he got a random text from you “hi :) ,” it said

He rolled his eyes affectionately before responding “it’s late, idiot” “go to bed”

you sent back “I can’t” 

Sapnap looked back over at his stream. The chat was spamming questions on who he could be texting that would make him smile like that

finally, Karl from the discord call noticed how quiet Sapnap was being

“Sap? is everything okay?”

Sapnap looked up. “Oh yeah. I’m fine. I was just texting someone.”

“Who?” Quackity asked?

Sapnap made sure to mute on stream. “My partner.”

Karl and Quackity were shocked.

don’t worry, you and Sapnap had discussed that you were okay with his friends knowing about your relationship, but you wanted to keep it off stream and private

“You never told us you had a partner!” Karl said, happily.

“Well, I do. And they desperately want my attention, so I think I’m gonna end stream.”

“nooooo!” Karl and Quackity said dramatically in unison. “Your partner is evil, taking you away from us!”

Sapnap laughed then unmuted, giving an excuse before he ended stream to FaceTime you

George:

(you live in Brighton with George) (the internet knows you guys are dating. They ship you so much)

George was in a discord call (without camera on) at a pretty reasonable time, but you were exhausted

you hadn’t gotten more than four hours of sleep in the past three days

Wanting to be near George you just walked into his room

he whipped his head around, surprised by the sudden noise of you opening his door

he took one look at your tired face and asked “are you okay?”

You laughed. “No, not at all. My sleep schedule is shitty and I feel like shit. I haven’t gotten proper sleep in three days”

George winced.

Sapnap and Dream screamed hellos into George’s headphones which made him take them off with a grimace

He unplugged his headphones and you heard your boyfriend’s friends’ greetings

you unenthusiastically waved before speaking in a tired voice “I’m taking your best friend. He’s needed for Cuddle Duty”

George smiled and shook his head playfully as his friends shouted in protest

“no!” dream shouted. “He’s-” he wheezed like a broken tea kettle “he’s my boyfriend” (George rolled his eyes at that)

Sapnap yelled, “don’t take him!!!! you’re a best friend stealer, Y/n! Shame on you!”

You frowned with mock malice. “Well, suck it up. ‘Cause I’m taking him.”

George actually laughed at that. “I guess that’s it. Bye, guys! I’m gonna help Y/n finally get some good sleep.”

Wilbur:

Wilbur was doing a YLYL stream when he needed to go get a glass of water

keep in mind, it was sorta late. Like, midnight.

so he walked into his kitchen only to find you snacking on some popcorn (potato chips for my friends with braces ;] )

he looks at you with fond sadness “my love, why aren’t you asleep?”

you look up at him with a sheepish smile “Will, you know I have a very shitty sleep schedule. I’m not gonna sleep tonight, I don’t think.”

Wilbur frowned. “I think not!” he said, moving to hug you from behind

he rested his head on your shoulder, breathing in your scent

“we’re gonna go to bed,” he mumbles. “It’s late”

“Uh... not really,” you said. “midnight isn’t that late. And plus, you’re streaming.”

Wilbur frowned again, remembering his stream 

“Oh yeah, my stream. That’s fine, I’ll just end it early. Laugh at a couple videos to make the perfect excuse.”

“That’s actually... a good idea.”

“Why do you sound so surprised, Y/n?”

You just chuckled and gently pushed yourself off from the counter, prompting Wilbur to let go of you and step back

You walked to your shared bedroom to get in bed

As you tucked yourself into bed, you finally realized just how tired you were. Your eyelids began to close as you were lulled into sleep by the sounds of your boyfriend’s laughter next door.

c!Technoblade:

he was just coming back from a patrol (protecting your guys’ home) pretty late at night when he saw you brewing potions at your desk

because it was so late, you had several lanterns lit around your workspace so you could read the tomes and instructions that you needed

Tech honestly didn’t expect you to be up this late

The voices (who love you) immediately erupt with concern

‘are they okay?’ ‘why aren’t they asleep?’ ‘are they hurt?’ ‘if someone hurt them... blood for the blood god’ ‘they look so tired’

Techno dropped his weapons in one of his chests then began to undo his armor

Noticing his presence, you dropped what you were doing and hastily walked over to him

“Let me help you,” you murmured as your fingers undid the buckles and clasps of his armor one by one

He thanked you when the armor was stored away as well, taking some more time to examine you

your sleep-lidded eyes had dark circles under them. Your movements weren’t as precise as normal, and to put it plain and simple, you looked exhausted.

“My love,” techno prompted, gently tilting your head up to get a better look at your eyes and face. “is everything alright?”

you huffed. “not really. I can’t sleep anymore and it’s really getting to me. It’s making me so clumsy.”

Technoblade’s shook as he chuckled. “I could tell. I’m surprised you didn’t knock into table on your way over to me.” It was true. On your way over to help him with his armor, you nearly ran your knee right into the heavy coffee table in the living room

You rolled your eyes and pointed at your work table. The desk that was usually so neat and organized now looked like a mini tornado had ransacked it

“The exhaustion has me so clumsy I broke a glass. I made a mess trying to clean it up, too.” 

You raise up your arms to show him the cuts on your hands and arms. There was some dried blood on your arms as well.

The Voices in Techno’s head once again exploded with comments of concern. He takes your hands in his, gently brushing his callused fingers over your wounds.

“I’ll help you clean these up and then we’ll get to bed, okay?” He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips 

“okay”

and you do just that

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[yeosatinyngz]

Can I request some chifuyu, baji, and hanma fluff where their friend just got broken up with and just needs comfort please?

I'm going through a rough break up with my boyfriend of 3 years and just want comfort :')

Your wish is my command! I hope this is what you wanted. Also I’m so sorry to hear that, I really do hope things will get better for you. Make sure you’re taking care of yourself alright? And I love you💜

TR boys comforting reader going through a break up

↳GN Reader | Fluff | Platonic relationship

Request Rules ➣ Masterlist

You’re knocking on Chifuyu’s door. He opened the door and was shocked at the expression painted across your face. “Y/N? Come in.” He quickly pulled you in and settled you on his couch. “What happened?” “They…broke up with me.” No words were exchanged further as Chifuyu pulled you into a hug and patted your head. You melted into his comforting embrace. “Hey, you know you’re amazing right?” “Stop Fuyu, you’re going to make me cry again.” “No, I want you to know just how amazing you are and that you shouldn’t waste your precious tears over your ex.” “You- *sniff* you know that you’re the best person on this Earth right?” “Don’t tell me you’re going to cry again.” “I am, but this time it’s because of you.” “Why?! What did I do?” “Nothing, I’m just so grateful to have a friend as precious as you.” “Aww and I’m lucky to have a friend as amazing as you.”

You were sadly staring into the abyss when you heard your name being yelled. “Y/N!!!” You turned your head to the booming voice and saw Baji running towards you. It seems that he’s not slowing down and here you are tackled on the ground from the menace. “Kei, what the heck!” “Sorry, I was a little too excited to see you.” “And that gives you the excuse to tackle me??” “Geez I said sorry already.” “Yeah yeah I forgive you.” “What’s with the sad face then, seems like you didn't completely forgive me.” “It’s not that, just grieving over my breakup.” “Oh…I’m so sorry.” “You have nothing to apologize for Kei.” He stayed silent and pulled you by your wrist along with him. “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.” He brought you to the lake and announced, “Here we are.” “What are we doing here?” He proceeds to take out a bag of bread from his pocket. “We’re here to feed the ducks.” “Kei, it literally says on that sign ‘do not feed the wildlife’” “Oh who cares, these little guys are hungry.” “Ok then.” You fed the ducks and felt your mood brightening. Baji looked over to see a small smile on your face which caused him to smile. Mission accomplished.

You were moping in your bed when you heard your doorbell being spammed. “Who is spamming my doorbell?” You got up and checked the peephole and saw that it was Hanma. “Of course it’s him, should've known.” You opened the door and before you could ask what he’s doing here he bombarded you with questions. “Why haven’t you been answering my texts? How come you bailed on me yesterday? What’s going on?” “Sorry bro, going through a break up right now and just haven’t been in the mood for anything.” “That’s it? Get your ass dressed, I’m taking you somewhere fun.” “But-” “Uh uh uh” he said while shushing you “Get dressed.” You couldn’t really argue with him cause he’s stubborn af so you just decided to get dressed. “Alright let’s go.” You climbed on his bike and he kept increasing the speed and you were holding on for dear life. “SLOW DOWN.” “I live for the speed.” “Shut up you dumbass.” He brought you to an amusement park and was forcing you to go on all sorts of rides with him. “Ah, I just love the thrill <3” “It’s not bad I suppose.” You were able to let go from all those thrill rides so maybe today wasn’t such a bad day. “Thanks Shuji.” “Huh, for what?” “For a fun day.” “Hehe of course.”

[v-hope]

Fall Out, 9:47PM — Belong

Warning: Familiar argument/fight and violence (nothing major).

Feeling his pocket vibrate over and over as Jimin kept spamming him with texts for him to go back downstairs where the party was taking place, he kept on walking, completely ignoring his best friend’s pleads, as he knew all too well that Jimin would not make a scene, which would definitely happen if he ran after him to stop him.

It wasn’t like he was trying to start a fight or anything. He had just seen you talk to your parents by the other side of the room — neither of you looking precisely happy as you made your way upstairs, where Jimin had pointed out your bedroom was. And, although he was dying to know what was going on, he knew he could always ask you afterwards. It was watching Sungjin going up right after you, what made him decide he was joining whatever was happening up there as well.

After all, he was your boyfriend. Not Sungjin. Even if the entire world believed otherwise.

It took him a good couple of minutes to find your room, for the mansion you used to live in was way bigger than he had expected — the music downstairs being barely audible anymore as he kept walking deeper into the second floor. He would probably have ended up giving up and going back down with Jimin to keep on drinking his feelings away, if it weren’t for the fact that he caught a glimpse of Sungjin after having turned right into what he thought, and hoped, was the last hallway.

Lee remained outside of a white door that Taehyung supposed belonged to your bedroom — palms lightly pressed to it as he tried his best to listen to what you and your parents were talking about inside.

“Stalker much?” Taehyung couldn’t help but call out once he reached his side, voice quiet as he tried his best for you not to listen to them from the other side of the door.

Sungjin rolled his eyes, taking a step back from the door. “Just worried”.

“What’s there to be worried about?”

“Y/N’s trying to talk them out of going on the trip, that won’t end up well”.

Taehyung frowned, clear panic mixed with confusion in his eyes. “What trip?”

Sungjin froze, petrified eyes locking with Taehyung’s to try and find out whether he was playing dumb or not.

“Yah, what trip are you talking about?” Taehyung pushed it.

“She… She didn’t tell you?”

He shook his head no. And for a moment there, staring into the dumbfounded and quite worried expression on Sungjin's face, he forgot that he didn’t know about your relationship to begin with. He seemed way too aware not to.

Nevertheless, even if Sungjin didn’t know you and Taehyung had been a couple for a good amount of months by now, he was not stupid — the chemistry between the two of you, and the way you cared for one another, were too much for him not to notice. Therefore, he was indeed taken aback over you not telling Taehyung you were going on a family trip with him.

Before Sungjin could even begin to try and give him an explanation, however, both their heads snapped back to the door — the voices inside becoming louder and closer to where they were standing. Just enough for them to be heard through the door, even more considering both guys pressed their ears to it without a second thought.

“You never listen to me!” your exasperated voice was the first one they heard. “I don’t want to do this anymore, just let me go already”.

“You can still change your mind, dear” your mother spoke up. “We said one year and we’re not giving up on showing you that you belong here until the last second”.

“Will you ever leave me alone after that?” your broken words made Taehyung feel uneasy. “Because this one year was supposed to be for me to show you I could survive on my own, which, by the way, I already did. It was never for you to convince me to stay”.

“We would be morons not to try and make you stay, dear”.

“I’m starting to believe the two of you will sabotage my life until I come crawling back here with you”.

“All we’re asking is for you to consider your choices until the year is done. We’re not monsters, darling” it was your father the one to speak up this time, causing Taehyung to roll his eyes right as you scoffed quite loudly.

“Lately that is all I can see you two as”.

“Excuse me?”

“What I just said,” although your voice trembled, it was confident enough. “I love you both so much, but all you’ve done this past year is make my life harder. I loved my life here, with its ups and downs, until the Jimin incident happened and you guys became even more controlling than you ever were”.

“We just want what’s best for you” your mother tried to make you understand. “All we want is for you to have the best things in life, Y/N”.

“And I have everything I need back home with Taehyung”.

Sungjin’s eyes snapped up to Taehyung, who bit the inside of his cheek, trying his best not to smile at your words, as your relationship had apparently been exposed to your fake fiancé right then.

“Please, that is not your home” your mother laughed, in a way that made your boyfriend’s blood boil. “You belong here, dear. You’re a Kim. You have always been and will always be a Kim. I know you will come to your senses and marry Sungjin so you can take after our business with your brother. You’re coming with us and that’s final”.

“Watch me. I’m not going on that trip”.

That’s when the doorknob turned and you came out of the room, stopping in your tracks when you stood face to face with the two nosy guys who didn’t know where to hide right then.

“What are you doing here?” your father’s voice was heard over yours — threatening eyes not on Sungjin, but on Taehyung.

Your boyfriend, however, did not take one step back. “Trying to find out what’s going on here”.

“I will tell you what’s going on here, handsome” your mother interrupted, unintentionally using the pet name you had for him — in a despective way, of course. He hated it. “Our daughter deserves better than you. She will come with us on a family trip with Sungjin and his family, so she can spend some quality time with her fiancé and realise how much happier she would be if she just married him and stayed here with us”.

“I’m not staying”.

“Whether you like it or not, this is reality” your mother kept talking to Taehyung regardless of your addition. “Did you really think a heiress like her could fall for a cheap artist like you?”

“Don’t you dare talk to him like that” you defended him in a heartbeat.

Taehyung, on the other hand, stayed silent.

He knew that was not what you thought. He had heard you only one minute ago tell your parents that you wanted to be with him, that your home was with him. Nevertheless, it hurt. Hearing all those things hurt, because they were exactly what he had been thinking when he saw you act ever so happily with your guests downstairs as your birthday gala went on.

No mater how many actual proof he had of you wanting to stay with him, he couldn’t help but think that there was still a chance, as small as it could be, of you coming back here with your parents and leaving him. Maybe it was the trauma of having lost all his loved ones before, he wasn’t sure. But, whatever it was, he couldn’t help but feel like he would lose you in the end.

They were right, in a way. You were used to this lifestyle. And he wished he could give you this kind of life. But he couldn’t. He could not afford it. He would never be able to afford it.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that” your mother fought back. “You still are my daughter, dear. Know your place”.

“Please,” you let out a breathy laugh. “I’ve known my place all along. Now you should take a hint and know yours, mother. Taehyung is my boyfriend”.

“And I am your mother”.

“I don’t care who you are! I love him! I love him and I’m staying with him, whether you like it or n—”

Your words were cut off by a burning feel in your cheek, one that a second later you learned had been caused by your mother’s hand colliding with it.

That was all it took for the two guys present to run next to you. Taehyung was faster, though — warm, familiar hands cupping your face and checking up on your already swollen cheek, his worried eyes silently asking your teary ones if you were okay, only glaring at your mother once you had nodded your head.

“What is wrong with you?!”

“I’m her mother, she owes me respect”.

“She owes you nothing!” he pulled you to him. “She is an adult, why can’t you get that?”

“We do not owe you any explanations” your father said, so calmingly it was infuriating.

“I would like an explanation, though” Sungjin mumbled. “Since I could possibly be marrying into this family”.

“Sungjin-ah…” your mother warned him.

“You just hit your daughter. In front of our eyes. You cannot possibly believe that is alright”.

“I believe the two of you don’t have a say in this”.

“As her possible future husband, I think I do”.

“And as her actual boyfriend,” Taehyung’s low voice caught their attention. “I will be taking her away from you now”.

Before they could stop you, his hand travelled up to your shoulder, securely keeping you by his side as he turned around and guided you away from the dramatic scene you had been involved in.

“I wouldn’t stop her from going on the trip with us tomorrow if I were you” your father spoke up as the two of you walked away from them. “Wouldn’t want your precious art to go downhill”.

“Whatever”.

You stared up at him, not being able to hide just how much both your father’s threat and Taehyung’s careless answer had worried you. Daring your parents was like playing with fire, and you didn’t want him to burn — especially not when he had found himself involved in this whole situation because of you.

All the confidence you had once felt about not going on the trip no matter what card they pulled on you, gone. For they were no longer using a card against you, but on him. You could not drag him into a fight that wasn’t his.

But he didn’t seem to mind. And, if he did, he was hiding it very damn well. With his eyes fixed ahead of you, he did nothing but keep walking aimlessly.

Although his first thought had been to take you home, he couldn’t ignore the fact that the place was filled with paps waiting outside so they could pester with questions and picture whoever it was that left the gala. Definitely not the way to go when you’re trying to keep a relationship secret. So, instead, he took you to one of the bathrooms on the second floor — informing you where he wanted to go and having you point out for him where the closest bathroom was.

Once inside, he made sure to lock the door, later lifting you up by your waist and sitting you down on the sink. Turning the hot water on, he wet a small towel and gently pressed it to the swollen skin on your cheek, causing a small whimper to escape your mouth at the contact.

“Are you really okay?” his eyes fixed on yours.

You nodded, a small smile curving up the corners of your lips. “Should’ve seen the one she gave me after finding out about Jimin and I”.

“It’s not funny” he shook his head, eyes just as worried as before.

“Sorry” you lowered your head. “I’m okay, though. It hurt me more what she said to you”.

“It was nothing” he lied, pressing the towel to your face one last time before he put it down next to you on the sink.

“None of it is true” you reassured him.

“Even the trip bit?”

You bit your lip, feeling your chest tighten as you knew you could no longer keep this from him; not when you had not managed to make your parents change their mind. You shook your head no. “That part is true…”

“So you’re truly going on a ‘family trip’ with them” his voice let you know just how bad he was not having it. “When?”

You said nothing, staring down at your hands resting on your lap as you nervously fidgeted with your fingers.

“Y/N?” he pushed it, your silence alone letting him know he would not like the answer he was looking for. “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow”.

Silence.

And then, a breathy laugh escaped his mouth — an incredulous one, with no signs of humor in it whatsoever.

“Tomorrow?” he repeated. “You’re leaving tomorrow for God knows how long, on a trip with the one guy you’re possibly marrying, and you’re only now telling me?”

“I’m not marrying him” you mumbled.

“Were you even planning on telling me at all?” he asked, not seeming to care about your quiet correction. “Or were you just leaving tomorrow and letting me know once you were in a hotel room on the other side of the world?”

“Don’t be like that…”

“Then how do you want me to be, Y/N? Don’t I have a right to know my girlfriend is going on a trip with another guy?”

“I was trying to stop the trip altogether” you tried to explain. “That’s why I was talking to my parents. I do not want to go, Taehyung. I was trying to make them change their mind”.

“Well, that surely worked” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry” you held his hands in yours. “I tried, I really did”.

“So that’s it?” he asked coldly. “You’re going?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Yes!” he took a step back, hands slipping from yours. “You do. You’ve had a choice all along, yet you’ve decided to still follow your parents’ orders even after all this time”.

“My father literally threatened your career if I ended up not going”.

“I don’t care what he does to my career. I can go back to work part time and keep it as a hobby for all I care”.

“I won’t let you do that”.

“I told you I don’t care about it,” his voice turned stern. “Why do you?”

“Because I don’t want to be the reason your life is sabotaged”.

“My life is being sabotaged right now and it’s got nothing to do with my art”.

That had you furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“This, right now” he pointed to you and back at him. “I want to be with you, Y/N. But you’re not letting me, you’re making all the decisions for me”.

“I’m not making any decisions for you”.

“Yes, you are” he threw his head back in exasperation. “You’re choosing my career over you right now and I’m not even getting a say on it. It’s supposed to be my decision and I’d choose you in a heartbeat”.

“Taehyung…”

“Just stay here” he pleaded in a small whisper, his forehead faintly resting on yours. “With me”.

You bit your bottom lip, in a poor attempt at stopping it from trembling as your eyes welled up with tears. “I can’t…” you managed to whisper. “I can’t risk it. Even if I did stay, you would end up hating me for having ruined for you what you love the most”.

“I love you the most”.

You shook your head no. Your heart hurt more with every passing second. “It’s only going to be a couple of days. We won’t be there for longer than a week, an—”

“I don’t care how long it’s going to be,” he once again withdrew from your touch. “I don’t want you to go”.

“Taehyung, they have contacts in every single art gallery in the country” you pointed out, letting him know what he would be facing.

“I don’t care” he repeated, growing more frustrated by the second. “I’ve been very understanding when it comes to keeping our relationship a secret and you going out with Sungjin and acting like a couple all the time we’ve been dating, but I am not letting you go on a romantic trip with him”.

“It’s not a romantic trip”.

“No, you’re right. It’s a family trip” his words sounded venomous. “Do you know how much more that hurts? You’re supposed to be my family, not his”.

“I am!” you cupped his face, pulling him close enough for your forehead to rest on his. “I am your family, handsome. I’m never going to be his. But it’s just this once,” your thumbs softly caressed his cheeks. “Just this once, and then the last month will be gone and I won’t ever have to go out with him and act like a couple again”.

Taehyung shook his head, defeatedly closing his eyes. “It won’t end there,” he sighed. “You know that, right? After the trip there will be a family dinner, then maybe another gala, then a proposal, th—”

“No” you cut him off. “No, that won’t happen. I won’t let it happen”.

“They threatened us with my career, Y/N. They won’t let that card go” he reminded you. “And although I don’t care about it, you seem to do”.

“I just can’t bear to be the reason your dream goes to waste. I know my parents” you tried to explain. “This one month left will be over soon…”

“Why not stop everything now then?”

“They won’t let me. The deal was one year, they won’t let me give the remaining month up, don’t you think I’ve tried already?” your voice broke. “If I had known I would fall for you three months in, I wouldn’t have agreed to one year”.

He sighed, feeling his own eyes well up with tears, yet doing his best to stop them from falling. “I don’t want you to go…”

“I promise it will be just for a few days”.

“Just a few days are enough for you to change your mind”.

You froze at his words, a part of you understanding what he meant, yet not wanting to believe it. “What?”

Taehyung bit the inside of his cheek. He had said it out of spite, out of hurt, but it was done, and now you were waiting for an answer. So, he gave you one.

“I saw how happy you looked tonight. The way you would talk with those girls you’ve always said are not your friends. The way you would lock your arm with Sungjin’s and smile next to him all night long”.

“There are cameras everywhere, I was acting”.

“Didn’t look like acting” he mumbled.

You sighed, fixing your hair as you tried to come up with the right words. “I admit I did enjoy myself every now and then, but that doesn’t mean I want to stay here”.

“Try saying that after multiple nights having caviar and champagne for dinner”.

“You’re being unfair”.

“I am being unfair?” he scoffed. “I’m not the one going on a trip with the person I could end up marrying”.

“I won’t end up marrying him!” you repeated what you had been saying for over a year now. “I love you, not him. I won’t leave you and I will not marry him. You just… don’t trust me at all, do you?”

“Don’t try to turn the tables” he warned you.

“No, I know I hurt you and I know I’m in the wrong, and that you have all the right to be mad at me right now. But you should know better than to believe I will just drop what we have over a fancy life”.

“Well, it’s been nearly a year and you still haven’t let this double life of yours go. Plus, you didn’t move out because you hated this lifestyle, but because you didn’t want an arranged marriage, so…”

“So that’s what you think? That I will fall right back for this lifestyle’s charms and end up leaving you?” you tried to look for his eyes, only to have him stare intently to the wall on the side. “Do you think I changed from the way I was when we first met at all?”

He shrugged, and it was the fact that he stayed silent for a few seconds, actually considering his answer, what hurt you the most. “They’re your parents after all. Your family… or at least your biological one. You still love them no matter how bad they treat you, and I guess I get it. You just don’t seem ready to let them go”.

“I just told my parents that I love you and am staying with you” you pushed it.

“Words mean nothing when you’re showing the exact opposite” his words felt like a bucket of ice cold water being thrown at you. “If you wanted to stay with me like you say, we wouldn’t be having this argument right now”.

“It’s not that simple, you know that” you whispered.

He shrugged, saying nothing else as his eyes remained fixed anywhere else but in yours.

“I don’t see this conversation going anywhere anymore” you managed to quietly say, when you could no longer take the overwhelming silence that had taken over the room.

“On that we agree” he stated, taking another step back. “I’ll head back home”.

“I’ll be there once we’re done here”.

Taehyung nodded, reaching for the door and stopping once his hand was on the knob. He took a deep breath. “I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight”.

Your chest tightened, finding it hard to both breathe and speak, but you managed to do so nevertheless. “What’s the point of me going back home then?”

“Don’t you have clothes to pack?” his head turned to you.

You shrugged, avoiding his eyes. “I can manage with what I have here”.

“Right. You can manage” his jaw tensed, the same way his hand tensed around the doorknob. “Stay here then”.

And without another word, he left.

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Hmmmm.....How about number 14 with G!Techno and Tiny!Tommy?

AHHH thanks for the prompt! Techno is a ton of fun to write :O

It's pretty angsty because that's where my brain decided to take this apparently but I hope you enjoy! And sorry it's a bit shorter than some of the others I've written haha..

Prompts from here!

Warnings for: language, fear, keeping a person against their will, threats (mentions of death)

Word Count ~800

-----At The Limit------

Tommy had been with Techno for a few days now. The human had stumbled upon his cabin in the cold and Techno had kept an eye on him since. He didn't trust the human.

At least, that was his excuse at first. After all, he was a giant piglin hybrid, a monster, if you asked most people. And the kid seemed terrified and ready to bolt.

Techno needed to make sure that the kid didn't bring any danger to his home, especially in the form of giant slayers. Phil visited here from time to time, and he couldn't put his friend into that kind of danger.

However, Techno had quickly grown attached to the kid, and found himself actually worried for the human rather than about him. The voices in his head agreed, too, while a few teased him for it.

TechnoSoft

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Protect!!

BrotherPog

That one had made him snort to himself. The human wasn't his brother, just a liability.

Or so he told himself, as he grew more and more attached to the human rapidly. He knew that the human wanted to leave. It was not secret, after all, especially because just about every day, the boy would approach him timidly and ask if he could please leave, that he wouldn't tell anyone, he swore.

But Techno, despite the voices in his head spamming how guilty they felt and how he himself felt, he always gruffly declined with a sharp no, ignoring the way his chest tightened in that odd way as the boy flinched and withered.

Usually, Techno was fine with it. Usually, he would deny the request and move on, but today was different.

Today, Tommy wouldn't let go of it. He didn't curl into himself and go silent.

"Let me leave!" He shouted instead, more insistent this time. And, when Techno opened his mouth again to respond, the human quickly added on a, "you big bitch!"

Techno leveled his gaze on the kid, straightening in his chair a bit, and he could see how the kid was trying to stop himself from shaking. The kid's fists were balled into fists at his side and he actually did take a step back as Techno leaned forward, placing his forearms on either side of the human. "Excuse me?"

His monotone voice elicited a flinch from the human but he still didn't back down, even as Techno's red eyes narrowed. He let out a heavy sigh and the kid drew in a shaky breath.

"I won't tell anyone," the kid was almost pleading now, voice wavering, "please. My family must be worried, and-"

The kid's mouth clicked shut and he shot a worried look up at Techno, whose brow raised in intrigue. The human hadn't mentioned much of a family, and the scared look sent up at him made it clear why.

He was scared. Scared that Techno would hurt his family, or that maybe he would never see his family again. Still, Techno shook his head.

"No." He ignored a particularly loud voice in him head that shouted to let him go already, scrunching his forehead as if trying to dispel it. "I said no, kid."

"I'm not a kid!" Tommy's voice was loud again, angry even. "You're never going to let me go!" His voice cracked. Techno would have thought it pathetic before, but after spending time with the human it made him feel... guilty. And then the boy continued, sounding angry and hopeless. "You're a monster!"

And the world froze as a boundary was crossed.

Monster?

Monster..

Monster!

Techno's mind went blank for a moment. First came the hurt, which he was too slow to conceal, and then he just felt pissed. He knew it by the way the kid stared up at him, raising his hands as if to placate the giant.

"Technoblade, I-" He screamed as Techno's hand shot out and wrapped around him. "Wait, I'm sorry."

Techno huffed. The kid thought he was going to hurt him still. That stung more than he thought it would, but whatever. He'd just use it to his advantage.

"No. You want to leave?" He walked across the cabin quickly, the human struggling to get out of his probably-too-tight fist. He got the the door and swung it open, feeling the human flinch as the heavy door smacked against the wall loudly. He dropped the human a bit roughly onto the floor and made a shooing motion with his hands, ignoring the voices in his head and the guilt in his chest as the human cowered. "Fine! Leave! See if I care!"

The human didn't move for several moments. Frozen in fear, maybe? It didn't matter, and Techno, against his better judgement, let out a snarl, watching as the human bolted and adding an unnecessary threat.

"If I ever see you or your family around here, you're dead!"

And as the human stumbled through the snow, Techno felt an awful feeling of guilt and dread as he slammed the door closed. This was for the best, right?

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (10)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if...Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

"A future without you is a world without color."

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

SERIES: CHAPTER 9  | CHAPTER 11

Note: I just wanna dedicate this chapter to @jooniebugg coz your feedback in Your Eyes Tell (09) is <333 and it inspired me to write chapter 10! some lines in this update is my response to your comment heheh :*

You were not in trouble, but Jeongguk was.

"Guk," Jimin let out a breath as he closed his eyes. "Slow down, okay? I can't understand what you're saying."

But Jeongguk couldn't do it. He was sobbing uncontrollably that Jimin literally had to tell him to breathe.

Jeongguk tried to follow the instruction of his best friend's boyfriend. Breathe. It should be easy, right? He only needed to stop thinking about you in able to breathe properly.

Unfortunately, it was difficult to get you out of his mind.

"You good?"

Your soulmate nodded even though Jimin couldn't see his face. They're currently talking over the phone. Jimin called him after finding out what happened during the trial.

It was all over the news. Countless of articles were published online. Most of them were unreliable and full of speculations.

Jimin gave up after reading one sentence. He knew he had to call you to know the truth—or at least the fragments of truth. Jimin wasn't really interested in the case; he was only interested to know what was up with you.

Were you alright?

Jimin found some of your decisions in life questionable, yet he didn't say anything. He remained tight-lipped when you told him about your entangled fate not only with Jeongguk, but also with your assistant and client.

Just like your soulmate, Jimin could not understand why you were trying to defend Kim Seokjin. Their reason was different though. Jeongguk's thoughts were selfish. Jimin, on the contrary, was plain curious.

Why were you so invested in this case?

Was it because of your stubborn nature? Jimin knew that once you set your mind into something, you wouldn't stop until you won.

Jimin only learned to accept your competitive side when he realized that you were raised this way.

You didn't choose to be like this. You were actually forced to be like this. This being the case, Jimin was only able to release an exhausted breath after Jeongguk told him what happened in the courtroom.

Some might say that you pushed too hard, but this didn't give Mrs. Kim the right to hurt you.

"It's my fault, hyung. I wasn't there to protect her." Jeongguk bit the inside of his cheek.

It had been an hour since you locked yourself in your room and Jeongguk wasn't sure whether to comfort you or to just leave you alone.

It felt like you preferred the latter option. Jimin told your soulmate that you weren't answering your phone, an obvious indication that you didn't want to talk to anyone. This was also the reason why Jimin decided to just call Jeongguk to know if you were okay.

You weren't.

It was weird, but Jeongguk was positive he could feel your heart breaking. If this was any other day, he was sure that he would simply ignore this, but something definitely changed. Jeongguk didn't know why, but he had this intense urge to embrace you—to make you feel better.

"But you can protect her now, Guk. It will be hard, but please..." Jimin begged your soulmate. He didn't want to burden Jeongguk; however, the latter was the only person who could comfort you right now.

As much as Jimin wanted to embrace you, he couldn't. He was in Busan, his hometown, at the moment. Jimin was processing some important documents because he's planning to ask Taehyung to marry him.

"W-What can I do to make her feel better?" Jeongguk stammered. He's nervous, but he's decided. He couldn't let you go through this alone. It hadn't even been a day, yet he already missed your goofy side.

"You're a smart boy, Jeon. You'll figure out what she wants."

What do you want?

Jeongguk's heart was recoiling once again. He realized that he never knew what you wanted since you were always catering what others wanted.

You were a people pleaser.

"But if nothing works, just call her parents." This was Jimin's last reminder before ending the call.

Your soulmate didn't understand why Jimin thought it would be a good idea to call your parents. Jeongguk was pretty sure he could bring the smile back on your face without the help of anyone. He just needed to make sure you were not in some kind trouble first.

Jeongguk opened your laptop to send an email to your boss and other clients, telling them that you were taking a break from work.

Jeongguk was tired by the end of the week. Jimin was right. It was difficult to help you get back on your feet, mainly because you weren't trying.

You stayed in bed most of the time, you barely touched your food, and he felt like you didn't even want to live.

You looked so unmotivated that in the end, Jeongguk decided to just message your parents and invite them to your apartment—this was the reason why he was in trouble.

"You can't just do this without consulting me, Jeongguk."

His scowl deepened when you called him using his given name. You only did this when you were serious or mad. In this case, he figured out that you were mad—or at least he thought you were mad. Your voice was rough, similar to the tone you used when you were inside the courtroom.

Jeongguk was scared.

He was scared to upset you again.

"But Jimin-hyung told me to call your parents!" He reasoned out. Blaming your best friend was the only way Jeongguk could think of so that he could finally escape your piercing glare.

It worked.

Your expression softened a bit, though this didn't mean that he wasn't in trouble anymore.

"Jeongguk," this time your voice sounded tired.

"Y-Yes?" He pretended like he was busy sweeping the floor. Everything needed to be perfect because your parents would be here shortly.

You already accepted your tragic fate. It was decided. You were going to meet your mother and father today.

Damn it.

"Why did you block Hoseok's number?"

You saw how Jeongguk froze after hearing your question. No doubt, he was guilty.

"I-I didn't do it!" He lied.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

"You're not a good liar..." Amusement was now dancing in your voice.

Jeongguk had been using your phone to respond to your prospective clients. These people just didn't know how to stop. They kept texting your personal number even though Jeongguk told them that you were on a leave.

Your phone didn't have a passcode that's why he was able to freely access it.

You didn't mind. In fact, you were grateful. He saved your career. If he didn't send a notice of leave to your boss, you were sure you're gonna get fired.

"I'm not lying!" His lips protruded into a sulky pout. "I didn't send those messages!"

"Huh." You arched your brow. "But I only asked why you blocked Hoseok. I didn't say you texted him using my number."

Jeongguk's eyes went wide.

He was instantly busted.

"H-He was spamming you with useless messages!"

"I don't think so," you shook your head as you read the conversation. His excuse just kept on getting worse.

 "Wow. You're cold," you could imagine Hoseok's disbelief upon seeing the thumbs up emoji. It was actually apparent by your friend's response.

 "Jeongguk..." You called his name again.

"What!?" Why was he getting annoyed?

"You don't want Hoseok to kiss me?"

Jeongguk looked like the emoji he sent to Hoseok.

"And why would I want that!?" His chest was heaving up and down. You couldn't see, but his face was as red as tomatoes.

You suddenly laughed, causing Jeongguk's heart to swell in joy. This was the first time he heard you laugh after weeks of getting used to your impassive face.

Were you finally moving on?

Jeongguk guessed you were. Your expression literally changed the moment your parents arrived.

You looked happy to see them—too happy that Jeongguk felt like he was only imagining your annoyed expression a short while ago.

Didn't you say you hated the fact that he invited your parents to your place?

You did say that. Unfortunately Jeongguk had no idea how much you hated talking to your mom.

You swore you loved her with all of your heart, though her principles were different from what you believed in. It was draining to pretend like you agree with her.

"So how's the case you've been handling, sweetheart?" Your mother's sweet smile made you cringe.

It hadn't been long since she pulled you inside your room to 'talk.'

Your parents had already met Jeongguk. As expected, they loved him. Your soulmate made it very easy to like him. Perhaps it was because of his eyes. Damn those big, doe eyes. It never failed to make your heart melt.

"Good." You walked towards your bedroom door. "Let's go back to the kitchen. I think Jeongguk prepared some desserts."

"Dessert could wait, dear." Your mom offered you another sickening smile. It was the kind of smile that told you to give up. She always had her way of making you follow what she wanted you to do.

"Come on, eomma." You laughed nervously as you told her that your soulmate was excited to let her try his yaksik, a popular dessert that your mom truly loved.

You didn't know how Jeongguk found out your mother's favorite dessert. You just knew that you were willing to eat dozens of yaksik just to get away from your mom. You didn't even care if your stomach was still full after eating the lunch your soulmate had cooked.

Your mom only shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't hear what you said.

"Tell me about the Kim's case." She demanded as she meticulously inspected your wardrobe.

Your heartbeat doubled.

It was easy to simply give into what she desired because you were certain that she wouldn't stop anyway.

Sadly you couldn't speak—not anymore. Not when you knew how all of this would go.

You wanted to move on from this nightmare on your own. All your life, you relied upon what your mother would say.

"You can't be sad over this. It's nothing compared to what I've been through!"

"Stop crying. You just think you're hurt. You're not."

"No. You can't. That shows weakness."

These were some of the things your mother would say whenever you encountered problems in life. She honed you to be this strong person who wasn't allowed to mope.

You remembered her telling you that it was insensitive of you to cry over little things when it was clear that so many people had it worse than you.

This was exactly why you didn't want to meet your mother today. She would force you to stop feeling bad about Seokjin's case since it was petty.

It was funny actually. People admired you for always ignoring the pain you felt.

You found this toxic. It felt like you were expected to be strong—making you feel like you should heal right away and not with your own pace. This was also the reason why you found it hard to open up to people, even if you were really close to that someone.

Your mother made you feel like there would always be some kind of adversary when it came to handling inconveniences in life. Sometimes you wished people would shut up and just listen. You didn't always need advice. What you wanted was for them to stop quantifying pain because people had different tolerance when it came to feeling what's painful and what's not.

"I think I lost," it took everything not to cry in front of her. At the end of the day, you were still afraid to be perceived as weak.

She had that much control over you.

"Why did you lose?" Her voice was stone cold.

Your response was automatic. You told her what happened during the trial in spite of telling yourself that you would never get swayed by her authoritarian nature anymore.

"You don’t have to answer. I know now why you lost." She crossed her arms as she shook her head at you.

"Didn't I tell you? You lost because you didn't acquire enough knowledge." She proceeded to tell you what you already knew.

Your mom always said that knowledge is power, but the word "knowledge" that was delicately tattooed on your Achilles heel said otherwise.

For you, knowledge is downfall. This was why you chose to have that word tattooed on your Achilles heel—a part of your body that symbolized fatal weakness.

You were working as an auditor before you decided to go to law school. You knew this field inside out and it came with a price. You helped a firm conceal fraudulent acts using your knowledge.

It was a dangerous thing. Your mom tolerated your unprofessionalism since she was a major stockholder in the said company. She actually pushed you to continue the misrepresentation; however, you were guilty.

You couldn't do it anymore. You couldn't use the power you acquired to fool people. Law school taught you to uphold justice, but you were blinded once again.

You failed to see the impact of your actions to Soobin, an innocent soul. Maybe your mother was right. You were bound to fail your law career. Maybe you should just go back to the corporate world and help billionaires to achieve their disgusting scheme.

"Sorry," you swallowed hard, looking straight into your mother's eyes. "I'll do better."

"You should be." She gritted her teeth as she continued to invalidate your emotions.

You wondered when the torture would stop. You just wanna lie in bed and sleep the pain away. Luckily Jeongguk came knocking on your door, saving you from your mother's poisonous words.

"Wait," Jeongguk stopped you from following your mom to the living room.

"What's wrong?" He cupped your face; worry was evident in his eyes. You looked like you were in pain.

Did your mother say something to you? Jeongguk wondered.

"Nothing." But you brushed him off before he could ask.

Jeongguk pursed his lips into a thin line. He swore something was wrong, but he didn't want to push it since it was clear that you were not in the mood to talk about it.

But he couldn't stay still knowing that you were bothered. This being the case, he went out of his way just to make you smile.

Jeongguk was being such a good boy. He kept on praising you in front your parents. He was also respectful towards them. His jokes were appropriate and he smiled so kindly at them.

His lingering touch on your wrist, waist, and shoulders didn't go unnoticed by you. It was like he was guarding you from any possible danger.

"What do you think about this, my sweet daughter?" Your father showed you his artwork with a proud smile.

You chuckled.

Jeongguk was teaching your father how to draw.

"You did great, Appa!" You weren't lying. He had done a good job sketching The Hulk.

"Really? What about the color? Do you like it?"

You nodded eagerly. It wouldn't hurt to lie, right?

"I like the shade of green that you used."

You were expecting your father to smile back because of your compliment. Sadly, he only stared at you blankly.

"What?"  A nervous giggle escaped your lips.

Your parents and even Jeongguk were making you feel awkward. Why were they looking at you like you were a poor, poor soul?

"This Hulk is color pink." Your father said softly, making your breathing hitch.

He was trying to show contrast. The Hulk was the personification of rage. He colored him pink because in your world, the mentioned color symbolized gentleness. He wanted you to see in his drawing that people should be gentle even though they're angry.

You ruined it.

They probably know by now that you were lying when you said earlier that you could see colors.

Why did you even lie?

Why couldn't you just tell them that Jeongguk wasn't in love with you?

"Ah," you scratched the back of your head. "Is it pink? Sorry, Appa. I'm still trying to learn colors."

Your lie was understandable. You told your parents that you met Jeongguk a few months ago. It was impossible to know all colors in a short period of time.

You knew you weren't a great liar, but damn. When you looked at Jeongguk, he was smiling as he mouthed, "it is okay," to you.

He was saying that you were doing well, that you didn't ruin what your father had been wishing for: he wanted you to be loved by your soulmate.

You felt like Jeongguk loved you.

You couldn't stop staring at your soulmate as he continued to smile brightly at you.

In this moment, you swore you could see the brown in his eyes.

Or so you thought.

You just couldn't have one peaceful day, could you?

"N-No..." Your voice broke, tears falling down on the sheet of paper you were holding.

Your parents already left. Jeongguk was kind enough to drive them back to their hotel.

You were alone in the house.

The paper in your hand was mocking you, telling you that you would forever be alone in this house.

TRANSFER OF OWNERSHIP IN A CONTRACT TO SELL Vendee Jeon Jeongguk of  Room 13, Apartment X, Seoul, South Korea—you stopped reading the next words.

You couldn't believe it.

Jeon Jeongguk was going to leave you.

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‘8 hours’ part 2, suna rintarō.

a/n : here’s part two of 8 hours since it was highly requested <33

warnings: angst, implications of toxic relationship, vomiting.

part 3

your eyes glazed over your phone in the dead of the night as you heard the familiar buzzing sound ring throughout the room, forcing your eyes open. you weren’t exactly sleeping and you hadn’t been for the past two weeks since you had walked out on your now ex-boyfriend suna rintarō. you’d often found yourself hoping- no, praying that he was doing okay, that he wouldn’t be missing you too much and that he was holding up well. but night after night you’d find that this wasn’t the case as he’d consistently spam text or call your phone. and day after day you would ignore his messages, never bothering to call back.

this time they read ‘please talk to me, i just want to hear your voice one more time.’ and you could swear you heard your heart break in your chest. you hated not being around suna, not being able to bathe in his warmth as he pulled you closer against the bed. not being able to pester him into doing his makeup out of pure entertainment. not having him teach you how to play call of duty on his ps4. not being able to feel his lips against yours. not being able to run your fingers through his hair. all things considered you were sure that hell existed, because you were living in it.

your stomach ached dully as you struggled to swallow the lump in your throat, fighting the urge to pick up the phone and tell him every single emotion going through your head right now. how much you loved him and how badly you missed him. but alas, you knew what was better for the two of you to be apart even though the distance made you feel like you were splitting in two, it was as if one half of your soul had been torn away from you leaving a lifeless void, an abyss that was so wide you were sure it would never be filled.

you sighed grabbing your phone, biting down on your lip as you clicked down on your now ex-boyfriends contact. your breath hitched as your eyes fixated on the block button, your fingers visibly hesitating as you knew this would truly mean the end as you reminisced on your relationship with the male.

two years ago.

“here, this is the drink you like right?” suna approached you, the both of you had gone shopping in the mall after school together. his excuse was he needed to buy new kneepads and didn’t want to go alone but truly he was asking you to spend some quality time together. even though the two of you had been dating since your second year of high school and you were here with him, in your third, he still remained hesitant in expressing his feelings. this meant that you would usually initiate romance including dates.

you turned to him with a smile, inspecting the contents of the beverage as you realised he’d memorised your favourite starbucks order and you couldn’t help but chuckle along with your words of thank you. “what’s so funny?” he deadpanned knowing that you were mocking him for being some what sappy, he didn’t mind though. the truth was he was very sappy and very in love with you, regardless of if he would openly admit it or not.

“you’re just so cute rin.” you leaned in wrapping your arms around his neck, giggling as his face visibly flustered a light shade of pink. in all honesty, it wasn’t that he was necessarily nervous around you, he was more starstruck. everytime you did the littlest things he couldn’t believe that you were his. often he had wondered how he’d gotten so lucky to find you, the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen with a personality fit for his own and a shared sense of humour and interests. you were his whole world.

in a desperate attempt to divert the attention off of him he turned to peer into the window of the shop you were looking into before he had arrived. “do you like them?” he was referring to the variation of rings on display with prices that ranged from one hundred to seven thousand. some were decorated with different types of crystals and rocks and even diamonds which drove the price up by a mile. “they’re beautiful.” you whispered as your eyes glazed over the collection.

“i’ll get you one someday when i marry you.” the words slipped out of his mouth. it wasn’t his intention to think outloud but when he was around you it was almost as if he couldn’t function properly. every aspect of you was just so breathtaking to him and he couldn’t even coordinate himself properly.

you flaunted one of the biggest smiles he’d ever seen from you as you registered his words, turning to face him you brought him into an embrace so full of love that suna could feel your very emotions in that moment.

“promise me.” your voice was muffled against the fabric against his chest but he heard those two words distinctly as ever. “i promise i’ll buy one.” he chuckled against your hair, marvelling in the feeling of every strand that went between his fingers as he memorised the name of the store ‘lacrimosa’. “no, that’s not what i meant.” you pulled away, the atmosphere around the two of you growing more serious as you looked him in the eye.

“promise me you’ll marry me.”

“i promise.”

tears brimmed in your eyes at the memory, the strings of your heart were being toyed with every single time you saw his face in your mind. you weren’t sure which one of you had broke the promise, was it him for driving you away out of neglect or was it you for finally ending things? it wasn’t something that you wanted to ponder over but you couldn’t help but let your mind run wild.

you gritted your teeth, attempting to knock the thoughs out of your mind. your stomach began to twist and you grew nauseous contemplating on how the rest of your life would be without the boy you’d been in a relationship with for three years. you were sure he’d be losing his mind if he could see you now, legs weak as you ran to the bathroom, one arm clutching your stomach as the other held up your hair, body growing limp as you were sprawled out over your sink, violently vomiting with an aching throat.

this was probably the worst time to be alone, tears pricked your eyes as you wished someone, anyone.. suna could be here right now. and your wishes were granted, perhaps it wasn’t the particular person you wanted but your neighbor knocking on your door after hearing your struggle was sufficient enough for you.

you’d known her ever since you’d moved in as she greeted you with a freshly baked tray of cookies and her entire life story accompanied by a late night glass of wine. and her friend status was paying off right now as she barged into your apartment after you hadn’t replied, unable to find the strength to, if only you could voice it you could, how much you appreciated your neighbor akari suzuki.

“y/n? are you in here?” she rushed into your bedroom but was met with it empty and her wondering if she was just hearing things. but surely you wouldn’t leave your front door unlocked if you weren’t home? you weren’t usually forgetful but then again your area did have a low crime rate so it wasn’t a necessity per say. however she still contemplated over the different things that could’ve got you so distracted that you’d forget such a simplistic task.

she turned the corner of your corridor bursting into your bathroom as your eyes followed her lazily, her jaw dropped at the sight of you. “y/n whats going on? are you okay?” she asked before glancing at your sink and the realisation of how silly that question was slapped her hard and fast in the face. “oh my god.” she rushed to your side, pulling you backwards so you could pour your weight onto her instead of struggling to stay upright.

“can you walk? come, i’ll take you to the hospital.” she panicked, stabilising your body with hers at your lack of responses. even though you could hear her talking her voice was just so muffled in your mind, you couldn’t distinctly understand what she was saying, and at this point you were barely on grips with reality. but one thing you did understand is how much you appreciated akari indeed.

a/n: heYY my loves <3 originally i hadn’t necessarily planned to write a part two for this piece, but since you guys wanted one i have delivered. now there’s definitely going to be more than two parts and i’m kinda considering turning this into a mini series but i’m not sure yet.

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Aizawa - You Deserve Happiness Too Sensei (Part 2)

Part 1:

Aizawa

Rating: Smut

Part 2

You Deserve Happiness Too Sensei

 After 5 minutes of self-doubt and 3 shots of vodka later, Aizawa finally had the confidence to come up to you. You were currently sitting alone at a table watching you best friends socialize, Aizawa saw his chance. He walked over, choosing to go around the room instead of through the mob of people.

“Weren’t you the one telling me to enjoy myself?” You jumped, you had assumed after Yamada that he was done talking with you. A smile crossed your face when you saw it was Aizawa, “I am enjoying myself Sensei, I just needed to sit down for a while.” Aizawa chuckled, the way you slipped up and called him Sensei was adorable and arousing to him. “Well then do you mind if I accompany you?” he asked and you nodded happily.

He sat next to you, the two of you making pleasant conversation as the night progressed. You had seen the all-knowing smirk that Miruko gave you when she saw the two of you together, and had opted to leave you with him for the rest of the night, literally.

“Hey Eraser,” you both turned your head to see you best friend, dressed in a stunning silver dress standing by the foot of your table. “Hello Miruko,” Aizawa greeted as the bunny heroin hatched her plan. “Look I need to go, and generally Y/n and I make sure the other gets home safe. Could you be a gentleman and escort her home for me?” Miruko smirked when your face went red, “Rumi I’m not drunk, I can make it home by myself.” You huffed, more because you knew why she was asking. Miruko waved you off, “We had drinks before we even got here, and I’m not taking the risk. Please Aizawa.”

Aizawa pretended to think it over before nodding, and Miruko smiled happily before leaving the party. Giving you a subtle wink before leaving. “You really don’t have to do this Aizawa,” you mumbled, but just like Usagiyama he waved you off. “I already said I would.” He answered before turning to you, “Or do you not want my company Y/n?” He smirked, noticing your thighs clench and body shake slightly from his words and tone. “No, it’s just…I don’t want to be a burden.”  

Aizawa scoffed, “You couldn’t be a burden even if you tried, now come on. Let’s get you home.”

 The drive in his car was pleasant, comfortable silence filled with soft lofi music. When you finally did reach your apartment, Aizawa insisted he walk you in too. “Thank for this,” you said bashfully, “It means a lot.” Aizawa gave you a rare and genuine smile, “No problem Y/n, though I do have a question I need to ask you.” He had started to walk towards you, and out of instinct you moved backwards until your back hit the back of the elevator. You gasped when he caged you in, clicking the button for your floor quickly before returning his attention to you.  

You breathing hitched, thighs squeezed together as the man you had had a crush on all of high school leaned down towards your ear. “The whole night, whenever you are around me, you clench your thighs together…” His voice trailed off as he watched you face, expression turning your deer in headlights look. “Now I’m no expert but,” One of his hands trailed up your exposed thigh, “I’m pretty sure that means I’m turning you on Y/n.”

You gulped, biting your lip out of nervous habit. The action made Aizawa growl and you couldn’t help the shaky moan that slipped pass you lips. Aizawa smirked, “Do I turn you on Y/n?” he pressed his body against yours. “I...I,” you didn’t know what to say, your mind was racing. “Words Y/n,” his tone made your knees week, it was a tone he normally used in the classroom. You couldn’t help your response, “Yes Sensei.”

Aizawa growled before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You moaned at the contact, hand reaching up to run through his ebony locks. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip and you gladly opened, tongues dancing together in a way that made you almost collapse. The doors of the elevator dinged open and soon Aizawa had picked you, hands kneading your ass as he walked down the hall way. He didn’t know which was yours, but he wasn’t pulling away anytime soon.

You directed him by pulling his hair, you knew your apartment well you had lived here since you had moved out of your family home. He finally pulled away, both of your breathing heavy and labored. You quickly fished your key from your hand clutch and tried unlocking your door. Aizawa quickly unlocked it instead, he was normally a very patience person but the idea of getting to kiss you more made him extremely impatience. As soon as the door clicked shut your back was pressed against it as Aizawa pulled you into another heated open mouth kiss.  

You pulled away when your lungs started to beg for air, panting with your head against the door exposing your neck to him. He quickly claimed small patches of flesh, biting and sucking at it in an attempt to leave his mark on you. You moaned softly, hands tugging and gripping at his hair. “Sensei,” You moaned and you were rewarded with a sinful groan from Aizawa, “Yes Y/n?” You mewled happily when he started grinding against you, wanting some type of friction for his growing erection. “Please Sensei, Please” You begged, not wanting to voice your full desires, “Please what? I’m not a mind reading darling, I need you to tell me.” His breath was hot against your ear,

“Please Sensei, Please make me feel good,” You punctuated your sentence by grinding back against him, and he was helpless to suppress the throaty groan he let out. “There’s my good girl,” he pulled you off the door, through your apartment to find your bedroom. When he did he lay you down gently on the bed before starting to undo his tie. The scene made your breath hitch, he was standing at the foot of your bed, tie undone and a dark lustful look in his eyes.

“Dress off,” he command and you happily obeyed, pulling down the zip at the back before shimming out of the silk garment. He growled at your matching black lace lingerie, as if you subconsciously knew he was gonna have you tonight. “Bra,” He ordered next and you unclipped it letting it slide down your arms to the floor. “Arms out,” and you held your arms out for him to bind. He wrapped his tie securely around your wrists, making sure that they were tight but comfortable. “If you want me to stop say red, ok?”

Aizawa cared a lot for you, and he wouldn’t push you to do something you didn’t want. You nodded and he pushed you gently back down onto the bed, slotting his body in between your thighs. He hooked his fingers into your panties and then slowly dragged them off your body, causing a whine to tear from your throat. “Patience,” he whispered, lifting up on of your legs to wrap around his neck. He then licked a stripe up your slit before swirling it around your clit. You moaned, toes curling as he pushed his tongue into you.

Euphoria took your body when he swapped his tongue for his fingers, skilled digits working you open as he sucked on your clit. One finger, two finger then three. His ear drank in the sound of your moans as he worked you. By now you were grinding against him, hips bucking and body shaking at the sheer pleasure he was giving you. A knot formed in your stomach, tightening and tightening, and just when you thought you were gonna burst he pulled away

A low whine left your lips, but Aizawa only kissed it away. “Don’t worry, good girls get rewarded.” He started undressing, “Do you have lube?” He may have worked you open, but he wasn’t risking hurting you. “Second drawer,” you panted and he quickly found it and slicked himself up. “Are you on birth control?” He asked as he lined himself up with your core, you nodded.

‘Smack’

You moaned at the stinging sensation on your ass cheek, “Words,” he growled. “Yes Sensei,” you moaned and he smirked, “Good girl.” He thrusted into you, and your back arched as you screamed in pleasure. “Shouta~” he snapped his hips, making sure his pace was slow but deep. He wanted to savor this and he would.

He pushed your arms above you, holding them in place as he fucked you deep. “Harder,” you panted as your head tilted back, Aizawa was not impressed. “Excuse me?” You mewled, “Please go harder Sensei.” That was what he wanted to hear. He snapped his hips against you harder, “Like this Baby Girl?”

You moaned loudly, “Yes Sensei!” he kept his pace, feeling your inner walls squeeze around him. He started shifting, trying to find that spot that would make you see stars. “SENSEI~” You screamed, Found it. He turned his attention to abusing that spot, hard and deep thrusts bring you both closer to release.

“Sensei-“ You tried to warn, but it was too late. The knot in your stomach snapped and your orgasm washed over you causing a scream like moan to rip from your throat. As your walls spammed around him Aizawa found himself also reaching his orgasm, cumming inside you but never halting his movements. You both rode out your highs, room filled with the smell of sex, sweat and Aizawa’s cologne.

Aizawa finally halted his movement, pulling out of you before dropping next to you. There were no words spoken for a while. Both of you coming to the realization of what just happened. Aizawa sighed, thinking you would rather want him gone, he started to get dressed. You furrowed your eyebrows, “Um…Would you…Would you like to stay?”

You voice brought him back out of his swirling thoughts. “I really would, but I wouldn’t want to over stay my welcome and-“ You shot up and pulled him to a passionate kiss. He had expected it, and slowly he melted into it wrapping his arms around your waist. “You know,” you whispered as you pull away, “You deserve happiness too Sensei.”

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I come for the interaction and the food | Miya Osamu

Category: crack, fluff

2k words; pseudo-reddit thread of Onigiri Miya

The owner of Onigiri Miya

Yo dudes. So my friend was raving about the onigiri shop for ages, and she was so damn relentless that I gave in. And I like onigiri in the first place, especially negitoro, so I went (is this TMI?). Anyway I was like???? So damn shook when I went in because the owner is like???? Damn??? He's so hot and I am simping for him, and the female population in the shop was as well like hearts were flying out of their eyes. I'm going to go there every day and ugh I know it’s cheesy and cliché but I hope he notices me or something like that DON’T JUDGE I’M LONELY OKAY??

Comments [Anon]: I KNOW RIGHT LIKE EVERYONE IS IN LOVE WITH HIM AND HIS ONIGIRI UGH FOOD FOR THE EYES AS WELL AS THE STOMACH

[Anon]: Y’all are simping for a real person and I just have to say: LMAO ME TOO UGH HE’S JUST REALLY HOT AND PATIENT AND HIS VOICE IS SO NICE  

[Anon]: YASSS HE REALLY IS AND HE ALWAYS COMES UP WITH NEW MENUS AND LETS SOME OF US TRY SAMPLES BUT IT’S ALWAYS. AMAZING. HE’S AN ONIGIRI GOD, I TELL YOU.

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[Anon]: Um, OP? I don't know how to tell you this but… He has a girlfriend… like a really cute girlfriend who he’s been dating for years now.

[Anon]: Say what?

[Anon]: Hey what. What. I didn’t know this. I’ve been visiting his shop for like 3 months and I didn’t know this. What. 

[OP]: Oh. Great. My romance has died even before it started. ;^;

[Anon]: Well you can join us obsessing over their relationship! She visits a lot and they’re cute all the damn time so frequent customers made a small online group to share episodes. 

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I just saw Hime and wow, damn

So I went to OM today—because wow it’s so delicious please open a second shop MyaSamu—and my eyes were blessed because WHO DID I SEE?? YEP, IT WAS HIME. 

Like y’all know how he calls her Hime as a nickname, which is so [censored] cute, and SHE LIVES UP TO THE NAME. There’s like, a graceful aura around her and it’s sort of blinding? As soon as you see her, it’s like “Ah, yep. That’s her. No one else can be called Hime other than her.” 

AND SHE GOT SO FLUSTERED WHEN I CALLED HER HIME BY ACCIDENT!! It just literally slipped out because I’m a [censored] idiot like that and she turned so red! And started hitting MyaSamu out of embarrassment! But her hits didn’t even look that painful and he was smiling so happily. My eyes were blessed that day.

Comments [Anon]: Oh my god you’re so lucky, I want to see him smile… I mean, he does, but apparently he smiles differently when he’s with Hime and I know that if I see that, my day will instantly become better.

[Anon]: Oh dude, you are not wrong. He somehow becomes more radiant. Just. How?

[Anon]: Imagine being that cute and beautiful together. What a power couple.

[Anon]: You know what happened once? I was really down while I was eating there because I got a bad grade, and she came over to talk to me!! Because apparently I looked way too sad and she was worried about me! UGH I’M FALLING FOR YOU HOW ARE YOU THIS KIND?! ARE YOU AN ACTUAL ANGEL?

[Anon]: This just confirmed, Hime was never human. She is the epitome of angelic grace here to save us and MyaSamu is so blessed for being with her.

Y’all are weird as [censored], why do you do this [censored]

Why are you guys obsessing over real people like that? I would be creeped out if I knew anyone does this, you guys are invading their privacy. Get a life and stop being so damn disturbing.

Comments [Anon]: ??? He knows about this. He literally checks up on this site a couple of times per week. He explicitly said to many customers “Thanks for liking me and my girlfriend so much. You guys are funny.” The [censored] are you on?

[Anon]: I asked Hime once before and she said it’s fine as well unless we’re stalking them or some [censored] like that. And we don’t. We’re just exchanging stories on our interactions with them inside the shop and how cute they are. He said it actually helps with his revenues and sales. 

[Anon]: Literally. They’re just really cute. Like you look at them and boom, you have diabetes, no exceptions.

[Anon]: I think he said like half of his new customers came after seeing this thread, so back off

Ignore that person, GUESS WHO I SAW

Y’all might be thinking Hime, and yes, I did see her as well. BUT I ALSO SAW ATSUMU! He was hanging with Hime and teasing her so much. Then MyaSamu got annoyed and they nearly brawled there lmao perfect representation of siblings.

Hime tried to stop them and when they kept on fighting, she slapped them both on the back and shouted for them to cool it. MyaSamu I guessed since they’re going out, but she tamed Atsumu. Atsumu. My heart thumped because she was so awesome. Like, you’re cool, kind, sweet, amazingly pretty and on top of that, badass as well? Lady, you should be designated as a national treasure.

Comments [Anon]: Bruh. I live super close to OM. I go there practically every week. I’ve filled out the coupon like, 5 times. I’ve never met Hime once. AND YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT YOU SAW HIME AS WELL AS ATSUMU???? WHY HAVE THE GODS FORSAKEN ME??

[Anon]: How cool was she? I can’t imagine Atsumu folding to anyone that’s not his parents.

[Anon]: I feel like he would be rude to his own parents tho lol

[Anon]: True true

[OP]: She was like, the epitome of cool. Based on the sound of the slap I would have been rolling on the floor while crying in pain but they kind of seem used to it or something? She just glowered at them and they immediately shut up. I wonder if she was like that when they started dating as well.

[Anon]: I find it funny that everyone is focusing on Hime while Miya Atsumu, division 1 volleyball player and one of the members of Japan’s national team, is right there.

[Anon]: Atsumu pales in comparison to Hime. This is a fact.

[Samu]: True

[Anon]: ??? The [censored]? Are my eyes working? Is that… actually Osamu? As in like, the Osamu that we’re talking about? Like the owner of OM?

[Samu]: Yes

[Anon]: Okay then bye I’m never coming here ever again. Goodbye y’all and watch me die haha [censored]

Friend of Samu and “Hime”

I can’t really believe this actually exists but it’s really funny and kinda cringey to see everyone fawn over Osamu and “Hime” like this. I've been their friend since high school and let me give you a fact: “Hime”’s nickname during her time in school was Janus like the two faced God. Because she’s really nice all the time but once she gets angry, it’s over for everyone. Everyone. 

So what do y’all do here, just share stories?

Comments [Anon]: Holy [censored] what. What. CAN YOU TELL US ABOUT THEM?? WHAT WERE THEY LIKE IN SCHOOL? WERE THEY STILL CUTE AND SWEET LIKE THE BEST BRAND OF CHOCOLATE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD????

[Anon]: YEAH LIKE WHITE CHOCOLATE

[Anon]: I’m sorry, but if you think white “chocolate” is good then please keep that [censored] to yourself because that [censored] embarrassing.

[Anon]: White chocolate is good!

[Anon]: You’re an embarrassment to humankind.

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[Anon]: As the person on the above thread has said, could you share little stories of how they were like in school? If they’re fine with it?

[OP]: Hmm… well I’ll ask first. 

I got the permission

Hm, I don’t really know what to say about their relationship though. I was friends with them for a long while but it wasn’t really surprising when they started dating. Osamu’s liked her for years. I heard they were childhood friends and were stuck at the hip with Atsumu as well, but she was closer to Osamu. Though that’s kind of a given, what with Atsumu’s [censored] personality.

She was one of the school council members and really popular as well. Always eager to help people, has a smile on her face and a complete disaster. She’s so damn clumsy and uncoordinated that I once saw her trip on air. On air. How. She’s terrible at cooking as well, like apocalyptic level. She somehow managed to burn rice in home economics class even with three other people keeping an eye on her. It was actually pretty impressive.

Anyway, Osamu was absolutely smitten with her and everyone with eyes or common sense could see it. Except for… you guessed it, her. He would literally be tripping over himself to help her and we were all like “boy, please be more subtle you are killing us”. Especially Atsumu since he had to deal with that even at home because they’re neighbours. I once took a photo of him making the most disgusted and annoyed face, but it got deleted when I changed my phone. An international loss.

Where was I going with this? Oh right, how they went out. I gotta go to sleep so I’ll post that later.

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Chill, I need my sleep as well. 

Alright, this was a while ago so some facts might be inaccurate. Also she forbade anyone from commenting on it during school. It’s fine now though, and thankfully I was sitting next to them when it happened.

So Osamu always brings bentos and makes hers as well. He used to make them for Atsumu as well (unwillingly but had to since he complained about it so much) but stopped after like, the second time because they got into a fight. I think the reason was that Atsumu was whining too much about how he doesn’t like some of the side-dishes and Osamu snapped. That was a fun day.

We were eating in the classroom and enjoying our lunch when she blurted out something like “Osamu, you’re so good at cooking! You’d be a great chef. Your wife would want to let you cook for the entire time you’re together!” Which was fine because everyone knows he’s good at cooking. I think that’s what you guys call a gap moe or something, I dunno.

And Osamu just stared at her. You know what moment when you just feel something bad is going to happen? Like that chill in your back? Yeah, it was that. I sensed that from Osamu. Atsumu probably got it as well because our eyes locked and the red alarm of “STOP HIM” flashed in front of both our eyes.

But before we could interrupt, Osamu just smiled and said “I can cook for you like that if you want.” And I [censored] you not, everyone went quiet. We were staring at him like “??? Did you just propose before even asking her out on a date?” And her face, oh god I didn’t know her face could be that red or that her eyes could be so big. She was literally frozen while trying to eat like the rest of us watching them.

When she stayed frozen, it was like there was an error message saying “[Name].exe has stopped working. What the [censored] did you do.” above her head. Osamu eventually moved and dragged her out of the classroom. And they didn’t come back until the bell rang for the next class.

I don’t know what happened during the talk, but I guess he finally confessed because they were holding hands when they came back. 

Anyway, yeah. That’s the story of how they went out. I have to sleep again so bye.

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