#what is he doing posing like a model that is illegal

[archervale]

Thought I would share misha's latest photo he texted lol

#cause like #what is he doing posing like a model that is illegal #misha collins #and hazel

[meraki-yao]

RWRB Bullet Comments Part 1: Red Room Scene

In light of the discourse yesterday I wanted to spread a bit of happiness and fun so I finally got around doing this! (Read this post for preface)

These are from the Red Room Scene, and there are two videos of the movie on bilibili so I took the fun bullet comments from both of them

A couple of photos to demonstrate how the screen looks like, but I'm not gonna circle them individual like last time because they overlap and scroll by and it's took much effort to capture a clear screenshot individually

Arranged in chronological order! All idiomatic translations are done by me :D

800 poses a second

The room where it happens (Hamilton the musical reference)

History has its eyes on you (Hamilton the musical reference)

Hamilton's watching you at the back

I'm turning into a rubber chicken!!!! (those screeching rubber toys)

Welcome to a new episode of FSOTUS: Taobao model version (Taobao, the most popular online shopping platform in China, Taobao models are known for switching poses very quickly for the most amount of photos to choose from, e.x. 100 different poses under a minute)

Attention/ At Ease hahahahahaha

He's (Alex switching poses) kinda acting like Ross from Friends right now

A peacock in full bloom

Happy Berner Sennenhund and Noble golden kitty

I think this room is full of presidential portraits...

Hamilton: Seriously?

Hamilton: You got me helpless

Oh my God the little prince is so pretty here

Why can't I stop laughing

Awww the prince is shy that's so cute

I wanna see the prince without hair gel! I think he would even better like that

I’m screeching like a chicken

warning warning waRNING WARNING WARNING

The fuck it's this explosive?

*a whole lot of feral screaming

Is it illegal to lock them in the room in the states

Help, my cheekbone can't come down

Wow his hands are...really grabbing his hair there

Puppy really likes biting on the little prince's lips

Oh my God I can't stop fidgeting

"Shut up and kiss me"

"Little prince, do you like my kiss"

I realized that the little prince really likes grabbing the first son's hair

Puppy (Alex)'s big hands and the little prince's smol hands

These sounds, I freaking can't—

Lock the fucking door~~

Oh hohohohohoho I'm laughing so hard I'm running out of oxygen

Watching this for the one hundred millionth time (one hundred millionth 億 and one 一 are both pronounced yi but with different tones, it's a pun)

Amy: THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU SAID YOU WERE GONNA DO

Why didn't anybody warn me that she was gonna open the door?

Of course, when in moments of awkwardness, everyone will pretend they're busy

Alex: Wow this flower is really flowery

Henry: Wow these books are very bookish/ this bookshelf Is such a bookshelf

I'm going insane hahahahaha the way you two try to pretend nothing happened is ridiculous

Lemme know which one's your favourite and which scene you guys want me to do next!

Slightly shamelessly tagging a couple of folks who showed interest in my last post on bullet comments, hope yall don't mind:

@tal-vez-o-quizas @lfg1986-2 @fivequartersoftheorange @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @estr19 @nocoastposts @kordeliafawkes @scillian @xthelastknownsurvivorx @fastenyourseatbelts @bbreaddog @myironcollectorflower

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #taylor zakhar perez #nicholas galitzine #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry hanover stuart fox #firstprince #rwrb rambles #rwrb memes #rwrb bullet comments

[sansxfuckyou]

Headcanons

"Jump start it with headcanons, that'll work," she said as she frantically tried to remember what was canon and what was headcanon

Dust likes to garden, took a while to actually start, but once he got into the habit, he found it really nice

Even after eons of separation, Nightmare would still wreak havoc if anyone other than him so much as touched his brother

That's his brother, he's the only one allowed to bring it harm of any form

Horror, despite lack of magic, can muster sparks if desperately needed for survival

Under intense levels of emotional distress Nightmares form starts to grow larger and larger which usually worsens it

His unstable form can't take it very easily if he's the one producing it in large enough quantities

After being convinced into it by Ink, took a long time to do so, Dream occasionally does artistic modelling

Nine times out of the pose he's holding is action or natural and rarely does he require magic to muster lighting or other attributes

If given a good enough reason to do so Ink will occasionally spike his teammates drinks with his paint

He really, really hates seeing Swap sad or seeing Dream distraught after another guilt dream

Cross started retaliating to being berated by Killer by shooting attacks at random unlike his training always said not to do

"You look really fucking stupid man," attack straight for the skull, not even flinching

Killer likes cooking, like, a lot, but just because anyone can cook doesn't mean everyone should and he is aware of that

It's nothing that Ink is entirely proud of, but he used to illegally offer bone carvings to whoever wanted them

His first study on the subject was Horror, shoddy roses are etched into his shoulder blades that would glow red if he had magic

His second study on carving was Dust, stars and moons are carved into his hips, they glow blue, red and purple and no one sees them

His third and final study was Killer, intricate and spiked vines curl around his ribs, few go to deep, they glow bright red with magic

Every third night Dream will wake up shaking and crying over guilt and anxiety induced nightmare over losing his brother

#undertale #undertale headcanons #sans headcanons #bad sanses #star sanses #dust sans #nightmare sans #horror sans #ink sans #dream sans #swap sans #cross sans #killer sans #headcanons

[gossipgirloff1]

They were seemed like a ordinary cute couple till I saw sth about Max being a fuckboy before her 😲 // max wasn’t really a fuckboy ever. He was in a multiple year relationship with his beautiful ex before Kelly. They broke up right around lockdown. Not exactly known when but after testing and before the summer she attended testing with max and in the summer he gave an interview in German saying he is single max followed and still follows “naked” instagram model pages and that’s how people try to make max a fuck boy. Before dilara max was in multiple relationships and he never fucked around between them…

And nothing about the relationship with Kelly is normal. The way Kelly has to constantly proof that she is still with max by either sending her kid into the stream of appearing herself 🤷🏼‍♀️ or the constant stories with him when she gets rightfully critiqued 🤷🏼‍♀️ people on here say kika must always post Pierre but they never take into account Kelly? The original attention seeker? Just take a look at Kelly’s ig and check the likes she gets on her posts with only herself, the ones with her kid, the ones with max, the ones with max and her kid and finally the ones where she is posing rather sexy and more naked than clothed. You will see she herself is not the reason she has 1.3 million followers on insta. She has this number of followers because she posts max content away from racing. She gives dad!max content (I hate even typing that) and she gives material of people to wank on her with the way she sometimes poses and dresses. But then has the audacity to take pictures of Instagram models posing and creating content for their own page on a beach in uae and making fun of that girl. And getting exposed by the exposing page she send that too. But don’t forget what Kelly did in taking a video of the girl was highly illegal in uae because she took the video without the girls consent.

And I won’t even mention her racism right now and her terrible behaviour towards max in treating him more like her kid than her actual child. Kelly doesn’t care about her daughter and has multiple nannies for her that she lies about not having when there are multiple pictures with the nanny with max and Kelly and p because Kelly called the paparazzi on herself. I mean Kelly has to take at least one of the nannies because she can’t be bothered to be a mother to her child but must mother her boyfriend and tell him what to do and say. She throws tantrums every time max says something she doesn’t like. Just look at that whole bouquet video from her brothers wedding and how she scolded max when he was happy she didn’t catch the flowers. Every one was laughing and making fun of max but because she needed to comment on one of the accounts that posted the video she turned the situation around and people believe the rumours that it was actually true she was angry because he was celebrating her not catching the bouquet. Just the behaviour change before the throw when Kelly caught maxs eyes and how she put her arms up way too late.

And what makes me have absolutely no respect for her is the fact that she posted herself posing and sitting on holocaust memorials in Berlin years ago. I don’t care what your opinion is about the war between Israel and Palestine but the holocaust was a terrible thing during the Second World War and nobody should disrespect the history of that time like that!

☕️

#f1 gossip #kelly piquet gossip #max verstappen gossip

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Biden reacts to the GOP's proposal to gut social security

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

March 21, 2024

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

MAR 22, 2024

In the past few weeks, Josh Kovensky of Talking Points Memo has deepened our understanding of the right-wing attempt to impose Christian nationalism on the United States through support for Trump and the MAGA movement. On March 9, Kovensky explored the secret, men-only, right-wing society called the Society for American Civic Renewal (SACR), whose well-positioned, wealthy, white leaders call for instituting white male domination and their version of Christianity in the U.S. after a “regime” change. 

On March 19, Kovensky explained how that power was reaching into lawmaking when he reported on a September 2023 speech by Russ Vought, a key architect of the plans for Trump’s second term, including Project 2025. In the speech, which took place in the  Dirksen Senate Office Building, Vought explained the right wing’s extreme border policies by explicitly marrying Christian nationalism and an aversion to the pluralism that is a hallmark of American democracy. Vought argued that the U.S. should model immigration on the Bible’s Old Testament, welcoming migrants only “so long as they accepted Israel’s God, laws, and understanding of history.”

These religious appeals against the equality of women and minorities seem an odd juxtaposition to a statement by United Auto Workers (UAW) union president Shawn Fain in response to the claim of the Trump campaign that Trump’s “bloodbath” statement of last Saturday was about the auto industry. Fain is also a self-described Christian, but he rejects the right-wing movement.   

“Donald Trump can’t run from the facts,” Fain said in a statement to CBS News. “He can do all the name-calling he wants, but the truth is he is a con man who has been directly part of the problem we have seen over the past 40 years—where working class people have gone backward and billionaires like Donald Trump reap all the benefits…. 

“Trump has been a player in the class war against the working class for decades, whether screwing workers and small businesses in his dealings, exploiting workers at his Mar a Lago estate and properties, blaming workers for the Great Recession, or giving tax breaks to the rich. The bottom line is Trump only represents the billionaire class and he doesn’t give a damn about the plight of working class people, union or not.” 

In the 1850s the United States saw a similar juxtaposition, with elite southern enslavers heightening their insistence that enslavement was sanctioned by God and their warnings that the freedom of Black Americans posed an existential threat to the United States just as white workers were beginning to turn against the system that had concentrated great wealth among a very few men. While white southern leaders were upset by the extraordinary popularity of Harriet Beecher Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin, the 1852 novel that urged middle-class women to stand up against slavery, it was Hinton Rowan Helper’s 1857 The Impending Crisis of the South: How to Meet It that made them apoplectic. 

Hinton Helper was a white southerner himself and showed no abolitionist sympathies in his deeply racist book. What that book did was to show, using the statistics that had recently been made available from the 1850 census, that the American South was falling rapidly behind the North economically. Helper blamed the system of slavery for that economic backwardness, and he urged ordinary white men to overthrow the system of enslavement that served only a few wealthy white men. The cotton boom of the 1850s had created enormous fortunes for a few lucky planters, as well as a market for Helper’s book among poorer white men who had been forced off their land. 

White southern elites considered Helper’s book so incendiary that state legislatures made it illegal to possess a copy, people were imprisoned and three allegedly hanged for being found with the book, and a fight over it consumed Congress for two months from December 1859 through January 1860. The determination of southern elites to preserve their power made them redouble their efforts to appeal to voters through religion and racism. 

In today’s America, the right wing seems to be echoing its antebellum predecessors. It is attacking women’s rights; diversity, equity, and inclusion programs; immigration; LGBTQ+ rights and so on. At the same time, it continues to push an economic system that has moved as much as $50 trillion from the bottom 90% to the top 10% since 1981 while exploding the annual budget deficit and the national debt.

Yesterday the far-right Republican Study Committee (RSC), which includes about two thirds of all House Republicans, released a 2025 budget plan to stand against Biden’s 2025 budget wish list. The RSC plan calls for dramatic cuts to business regulation, Social Security, Medicaid, and so on, and dismisses Biden’s plan for higher taxes on the wealthy, calling instead for more than $5 trillion in tax cuts. It calls the provision of the Inflation Reduction Act that permits the government to negotiate with pharmaceutical companies over prices “socialist price controls.” 

Biden responded to the RSC budget, saying: “My budget represents a different future. One where the days of trickle-down economics are over and the wealthy and biggest corporations no longer get all the breaks. A future where we restore the right to choose and protect other freedoms, not take them away. A future where the middle class finally has a fair shot, and we protect Social Security so the working people who built this country can retire with dignity. I see a future for all Americans and I will never stop fighting for that future.”

Biden’s version of America has built a strong economy in the last two years, with extremely low unemployment, extraordinary growth, and real wage increases for all but the top 20%. Inequality has decreased. Today the White House announced the cancellation of nearly $6 billion in federal student loan debt for thousands of teachers, firefighters, and nurses. Simply by enforcing laws already on the books that allow debt forgiveness for borrowers who go into public service, the administration has erased nearly $144 billion of debt for about 4 million borrowers. 

At the same time, the administration has reined in corporations. Today the Department of Justice, along with 15 states and the District of Columbia, sued Apple, Inc., for violating the 1890 Sherman Antitrust Act. They charge that the company, which in 2023 had net revenues of $383 billion and a net income of $97 billion, has illegally established a monopoly over the smartphone market to extract as much revenue as possible from consumers. The company’s behavior also hurts developers, the Department of Justice says, because they cannot compete under the rules that Apple has set. 

At the end of February, the Federal Trade Commission (FTC) sued to block the merger of Kroger and Albertsons, a $24.6 billion takeover affecting 5,000 supermarkets and 700,000 workers across 48 states. The merger would raise grocery prices, narrow consumer choice, and hurt workers’ bargaining power, the FTC said. The attorneys general of Arizona, California, the District of Columbia, Illinois, Maryland, Nevada, New Mexico, Oregon and Wyoming joined the FTC’s lawsuit.  

The benefits of the administration’s reworking of the government for ordinary Americans have not gotten traction in the past few years, as right-wing media have continued to insist that Biden’s policies will destroy the economy. But as Shawn Fain’s position suggests, ordinary white men, who fueled the Reagan Revolution in 1980 when they turned against the Democrats and who have made up a key part of the Republican base, might be paying attention. 

In June 2023 the AFL-CIO, a union with more than 12.5 million members, endorsed Biden for president in 2024 in its earliest endorsement ever. In January the UAW also endorsed Biden. Yesterday the United Steelworkers Union, which represents 850,000 workers in metals, mining, rubber, and other industries, added their endorsement.

Just as it was in the 1850s, the right-wing emphasis on religion and opposition to a modern multicultural America today is deeply entwined with preserving an economic power structure that has benefited a small minority. That emphasis is growing stronger in the face of the administration’s effort to restore a level economic playing field. In the 1850s, those who opposed the domination of elite enslavers could only promise voters a better future. But in 2024, the success of Biden’s policies may be changing the game.

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

#Biden #Biden White House #Social Security #GOP Budget #RSC #Republican Study Committee #Christian Nationalism #AFL-CIO #unions #antebellum american #history #Heather Cox Richardson #Letters From An American #ACSR #American Civic Renewal #Project 2025

[rolling-thunder]

Hi! I love your dedication to this ship! <3 Real life has made me stop following the fandom for 2 years and I’m trying to catch up. Could you suggest me a AsaNoya fic rec list post time skip / post chapter 402? Thanks so much! Grazie mille!

Hey anon! I don't know a ton of post time skip asanoya fics, but here are some I really enjoyed!

Breaking News: Asahi Azumane Knows the Whole Olympic Volleyball Team? by milkbread_writes: Asahi is a great guy, really. All of his employees appreciate him, even if he is a bit shy and standoffish at first. But the one thing no one could figure out was his personal life. Not that it was any of their business nor was he entitled to tell them. But that didn’t stop the rumors from starting about the mysterious picture that no one could see in his office.  Or, Asahi wasn’t trying to keep his personal life a secret, it’s just that no one asked him. He would have gladly told them about his Professional Volleyball Player boyfriend if they were interested. 

the other side of the world by arulal:  Asahi accidentally confesses over Skype and Noya immediately buys him tickets to Egypt. 

Rolling Thunder by milkbread_writes:  Asahi was expecting a few things that day. He knew that the new athletic shorts he had ordered were supposed to arrive and his manager had emailed him letting him know that some sample fabrics were going to be dropped off at his apartment later. He knew they were supposed to get a thunderstorm that evening. What he wasn’t expecting was Nishinoya Yuu, former teammate, Japan’s national team’s libero, waiting in front of his door with an overnight bag and a bouquet of flowers.

Stars Exploding, We’ll be Fireproof by pocketsized_owl:  Nishinoya wants to take illegal pictures of the Eiffel Tower, and Asahi tries his best to stop his boyfriend from committing a crime, but he’s not good at it. Domesticity and hilarity ensue. An engagement in front of the Eiffel Tower happens….just kidding! Unless…?

a dangerous engagement by jjomiomi: “How does that even happen? Why was I kneeling in front of a camel, anyway?” Asahi’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, you uh- you don’t remember that part?” “No?” Asahi shifted in his seat. “You were trying to give me this,” he said, and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, slipping it into Noya’s hand. Nishinoya stopped laughing. OR Noya wakes in the hospital after getting kicked by a camel and doesn’t remember a very important event. 

Silver Lining by athena_crikey: Nishinoya turns and Asahi sees his appreciation burning in him like a bonfire, his eyes bright and shining, his lips parted in awe. “I thought you asked me here to undress me, not dress me!” He smiles hugely. “This is amazing, Asahi-san.” “You’re my inspiration,” replies Asahi shyly. “And you’d make a great model. You’ve got the flair.” “Hell yeah I do,” replies Nishinoya, striking a pose and grinning.

If anyone else knows of any that I missed feel free to add them 😊

#asanoya #haikyuu!! #nishinoya yuu #azumane asahi #haikyuu!! post time skip #haikyuu!! time skip #fic rec asks #asanoya fic rec #azunishi #asahi x nishinoya #haikyuu

[howdytherepardner]

The Conundrum of Change

is not a phrase that describes the change taking place. It instead articulates a conundrum - not a puzzle, but the puzzling. How one engages with a particular shifting of tides, whether embracing the erosion or building faulted levies, will probably follow their efforts to solve that puzzle - come to some understanding that gives them an operating theory aligned with their ethics. Occasionally, it may transform that feeling of ethics. But I’ve found myself trying to broach more on whether those are just feelings of transformation, self-satisfaction of anesthetic sort. How to disentangle personal temporal disillusionment from more urgent material truths...

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Briefly, it may be relevant to note that Jens Lekman’s Night Falls Over Kortedala is no longer available for “legitimate” consumption. Despite my frequent consumption of his work and my reasonably longstanding enjoyment of that record in particular, I did not strive to purchase it before it was taken off of streaming services in March of 2022.

It took me off guard, but didn’t surprise me. His first LP release, 2004′s When I Said I Wanted To Be Your Dog, had some limited sampling (permission granted for “A Higher Power”), but Lekman took strong inspiration from groups like The Avalanches. Oh You’re So Silent Jens, a compilation album of 3 EPs from 2003-2004, had tracks a lot more liberal with existing works and a little more conservative with getting permissions released. It’s been commercially unavailable since 2011, 6 years before I became acquainted with Lekman via Life Will See You Now.

But this post? Blog? Tangent? Thought? isn’t a comprehensive history of the work of Jens Lekman. For some decent dives, I’d recommend This, This, or as always, Wikipedia.

~

(X) Hazy windows have impacted NJ Transit's newest trains, which were built between 2006 and 2012. The opaque windows aboard the multilevel rail cars make it difficult for riders to locate their stops, especially if they have trouble hearing the train's announcer. Ali Maher, the director of Rutgers CAIT and a professor in the Department of Civil & Environmental Engineering, said the New Jersey Department of Transportation contracted his research team to study the issue. While window haze may not pose significant dangers, Maher said it does impact the riders' commuting experience."It's just not pleasant when you are sitting in the train, and you cannot see outside. Part of riding a train, and the experience you want to have, is to be able to sit, relax and observe the view," he said.

I was like many (most?) for a while, under an impression that the obscured views of the NJ take on the NEC was something that could simply be cleaned or cleared. My bad! Still, what a silly thing that the newest models have the windows degrading fastest. A lot of rides back in college felt like an annoyance, but one in July 2023 on the upper level was a blur akin to cataracts. There was a window across the aisle had an okay right eye, but it was too late to move - I could only stare longingly through for a glimpse of the garden state swimming by.

~

I have not sought to listen to the many YouTube uploads of the original Kortedala. I do enjoy the remastered and not illegal versions of the tracks on The Linden Trees Are Still In Blossom, also the newly added like the eponymous single. But it is peculiar, the tracks especially changed by the loss of samples. “Sipping On The Sweet Nectar” is a skeleton slightly askew, but with an instrumental break that feels so lacking from the original’s intensity. “Kanske Är Jag Kär i Dig” has to rebuild a hook from scratch, which makes the new track a bit more dynamic, intentional than maybe more of the standard pop in the original. I feel that some of the changes are for the musical better and worse, but that is only how I’m experiencing them. 

My conundrum to manage. For a long time I pushed off listening to Linden Trees, to add those songs to playlists while their unplayable, slightly transparent ghosts hung around on older ones. At a time that was based on a belief that they would someday be restored. But I never tried to find the versions elsewhere, and only pursued one recommendation of a fan animation. It is an arbitrary fervency I feel in sticking with the new release, something that feels almost kin to a religious commitment. What within myself would I be indulging, to try and revive that which is dead?

~

Glasses landed in the package room early January, 2021. Later in my life than the rest of the family, but necessary regardless. It was a peculiar thing, to go back to places known with a vision clearer, but more focused. I feel my gaze could not capture things with the same broadness that I once had.

But that summer brought me to a new place and new spaces. Something that I couldn’t focus in on until I understood it more wholly (perhaps a false framework). But that wholeness came with some kind of detail in a new way. The glasses accounted for a near-sightedness that I believe was intensely exacerbated by screen-based nature of 2020, and a restored-farness was perfect for experiencing the desert, etc for the first time. Vast expanses between places, that defined space.

I love the (US)American southwest. Pinus ponderosa is so brilliant to me, as are other things. While a hint of blurriness is an inherent part of my truth to certain lecture halls and dimly-lit spaces of my early college years, every crevice in a plateau is such a vital component of its enormity.

~

The Cherry Trees Are Still In Blossom does not hold a conundrum for me. Despite the changes that those songs have seen over years, the versions present there are the only versions I know. And they move me like how Lekman always can - with a clear voice, sincere words, and strong dedication to craft.

The first time I ever wrote anything about any music, after all, was writing about “How Can I Tell Him” for an assignment long ago (discussion on musical depictions of non-traditional masculinity, juxtaposed with “Predatory Wasp of the Palisades”). 

You’ll never be moved by the same thing for the first time, but you can forget how minute the context can be to make any repeated experience feel just as strong.

~

I guess you’ll have a lot of time without change. Look inward - see how that confounds you.

[caffeinated-chaos-bean]

Happy Late Birthday, Hatsune Miku!! You're finally 16-years-old!!!

I'm like.... 10 days shy of being a month late getting this done, but I don't regret it. I have a new kitten and he took priority over getting this done. I made a few additions after getting the preview image done, but didn’t have the energy to redo the preview (I finished this whikole buzzed on sake-spiked coffee, okay?). Those additions include a morph to remove her armwarmers, headphones being added, morphs to remove the headphones and the mic seperately as well as put the headphones around her neck, and the addition of more expressions.

Anyhow, I figured why not do an Animasa edit? Originally this was going to be a YYB style edit, of which I do have almost done, but yknow... why not go to MMD's roots? Back to the basics? Back to what got us on our feet with this program?? I hope to have done her justice!!

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Model Credits:

■ Original: Animasa

■ Editing, textures: MonoCereal | RaintwaterPearls

■ Head Edit: MonoCereal

■ Base: Animasa | xXBrokenVoicesXx | RainwaterPearls (leg shape edits)

■ Hair: xXBrokenVoicesXx

■ Armwarmers: Animasa | Yunachiiii | MayumiChan

■ Outfit: Animasa | Yunachiiii | Nukude

■ Legwarmers: Animasa | Yunachiiii

■ Shoes: Animasa | Yunachiiii

■ Headphones: Animasa | Yunachiiii

■ Expressions: Monoereal

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■ Poses: Snorlaxn

■ Backgrouns: RainwaterPearls

■ Effects Used: S5SkinShader

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■ Distribution of heavily edited base or finished model: Yes ■ Re-distribution of unedited base/model: No ■ Commercial Work (Making money out of it): No

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■  Edits of this model are allowed so long as she remains the same character.

■  Make sure to check that other models' parts can be used before editing.

■  R-18 content is allowed so long as a mature content warning is in place.

■  Under no circumstances may this model be used for VRChat or sold for profit on other modeling websites. Should you find this model being sold or improperly used as an avatar for anything other than MikuMikuDance, I ask that you report the account responsible and get it taken down. If in the circumstance it becomes a repeated issue, the model will be permanently taken down and no longer for public usage.

■  Link back to the original download location, do not redistribute this model data to other websites such as Mediafire, MEGA, etc.

■  Crediting me (RainwaterPearls or using my tumblr name caffeinated-chaos-bean) for this model is required. If a situation like what recently transpired with ItsFrostyErick and the blatant disrespect and lack of credit occurs with this model, the download will be taken down. ■ Do NOT put this on any other 3d modeling website. As of late, @strawberry-metal has been having mass amounts of her models stolen, their readme files deleted, and put up by other users as if they made them. We are in the process of trying to get those removed. However, as a precaution, if I find this model has been stolen with illegal downloads made, I WILL get those reported and taken down. On top of this, the original downloads will also be taken down PERMINANTLY to avoid further theft. I work hard on this model, even if the style is old not too hard to edit, and should I find someone deleting my readme files and taking credit for all my work is both frustrating and disheartening.

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Pass in in the upper left corner of the preview image!

#mmd #mikumikudance #miku miku dance #mmd edit #mmd model #model edit #mmd model edit #animasa #animasa edit #animasa miku #mmd animasa #mmd miku #mmd animasa miku #mmd animasa model #animasa model #model download #model dl #dl #model #3d #3d model #anime #vocaloid #vocaloid miku #hatsune miku #miku hatsune #vocaloid hatsune miku #vocaloid miku hatsune #hatsune #miku

[curedeity]

Shogun Steel Episode 4:

-its time to have to deal with kite. Pray for my sanity.

-i love marus excited pose

-zyro explicitly asking shinobu to come along on the training trip is an adorable scene they robbed us of

-"beyblade is fun" "youre kidding" in this show apparently

-shinobu has a deeper voice than benkei

-maru better have lied to them and switched the lap number once. You know she did.

-they both hate losing. Game nights with this gang must be fun

-maru push them off the cliff for daring to contradict her. She couldve. I wish

-okay these twos conversations are actually really stiff right now. I hope they get better because right now its honestly a bit tough to listen to them

-zyro stop insulting benkeis burgers!!!!! Thats illegal!!!!

-maru and eight should pit their older brothers against each other more often

-"kite unabara. They say hes really good but never looked at his outfit in a mirror. Kinda like you zyro"

-honestly maru is the one who humiliated eight and it would be way funnier if kite tried to battle maru only to be hit with the fact shes five and he thus has no idea what to do.

-i really want to know what sort of mathematics they think kite is doing. Are they linear, polynomial, matrix, probability?? And what probability model is he using? Do i actually care? No

-none of these characters have poker faces

-maru how did you not see it was a defense type earlier??? Maru whered your competence go

-honestly id love a mathematical character where theyre just spouting bullshit and they know it. Thatd be me.

-im trying to think of something lukewarm to say about kite but honestly his character is just annoying for me. He has zero maturity. Hes being pretty easy to ignore though, thankfully for me

-synchrome time!

-guys. Guys. Hear me out. Maru and zyro synchrome. I know what im doing when i finish this series now.

-efrit finally causes some property damage in this series!!!! I was waiting for shit to break!!!!

-summary: maru got to be silly this episode so obviously a 10/10 for me but zyros battle with kite was pretty uninteresting. Eight shined this episode though as annoying as he is at least he got small moments of character depth. The beginning of this episode is honestly something i remember as one of my favorite parts of this series and that hasnt changed.

#deity rewatches shogun steel to bully jt #mfb #beyblade #beyblade metal fight #beyblade shogun steel

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Dishwashers have become Iphones

Apple is a true business innovator: For more than a decade, they have been steadily perfecting an obscure anticompetitive tactic, turning a petty grift invented by console games companies into a global, cross-industry mechanism for extracting rents and centralizing control.

I'm speaking of App Stores, of course, and not just any app store, but one that's illegal to compete with or switch away from. This started with console companies, who used technical tricks to ensure that they could skim a rake from every program you bought for your system.

Consoles used proprietary hardware or media formats to ensure that software vendors couldn't sell directly to you, that every sale would be forced through their storefronts or licensing systems.

These tactics acquired the force of law in 1998 after Bill Clinton signed the Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DMCA), whose Section 1201 made it a felony to traffick in "circumvention devices" that bypassed "access controls" for copyrighted works.

Broadly, that meant that you could go to prison (for five years!) for making anti-DRM tools. What's more, DMCA 1201's drafters rejected tying the law to acts of copyright infringement, making it illegal to remove DRM, even if you did so for a perfectly legal reason.

For example, if your games console had some code that ensured that the software you were running had been taxed by the manufacturer, then removing that code could become a criminal act - even though that has nothing to do with copyright infringement.

To make that concrete: copyright is supposed to help creators and audiences transact with one another. If you own a console and I wrote some software for it, then copyright should facilitate you paying me money for it and then running it on your console.

But if the console's manufacturer had designed its product so that it got to impose a tax on transactions like this, then I can't sell you my copyrighted work anymore unless I pay the tax. Doing so is a felony, but not because it infringes copyright.

No, it's a felony because it's bad for the manufacturer's shareholders. It's what Jay Freeman calls "Felony Contempt of Business Model."

Now, the defenders of this practice say it's not anticompetitive because I can invent and manufacture a different, competing console, sell it to you, and then sell you my code without paying tax.

But this isn't how competition works. Companies don't get to say, "You can compete with me, but only on the terms I set, and in the domains where I think I have an advantage." Excluding competition in "complimentary goods" (like apps) is 100% anticompetitive.

For several years after the passage of the DMCA, the abuse of Sec 1201 to create "Felony Contempt of Business Model" stuck mostly within the realm of games consoles, with the exception of mixed results in the printer ink market.

Then along came the App Store for Apple's Ios devices: these were designed to be locked to a single app store, so that people who made copyrighted works (apps) and people who wanted to buy them (Ipod/pad/phone owners) couldn't transact without going through Apple.

Apple's paternalistic pitch was that it would only use this power to benefit its customers. The press *loved* this story, because Steve Jobs posed himself as a daddy-figure who would use apps to get us all to pay for media again.

https://memex.craphound.com/2010/04/01/why-i-wont-buy-an-ipad-and-think-you-shouldnt-either/

The consensus that Apple should be able to decide how other companies could compete with it was advanced by its most loyal customers, who'd long considered themselves to be a kind of oppressed religious minority.

They insisted that there was no reason to allow a third-party app store because everyone who owned an Ios device loved using Apple's App Store.

But when anyone pointed out that if this was true, then there would be no reason to ban third-party stores (because they'd fail), they'd switch tactics, saying that any Ios user who switched stores was Doing It Wrong.

This is the Apple fanboy No True Scotsman argument: "Everyone loves the limitations of Apple's walled gardens, and if they don't, they're not really Apple customers. If they didn't want to be locked into the walled garden, they should have bought a different device."

To understand how weird this is, consider the inverse: we live in a market society based on property rights. Once I buy an Ios device, I get to decide which programs I run on it and who I buy them from. If Apple didn't like that deal, it shouldn't have sold me an Ios device.

This belief-system is intrinsically conservative, in the sense articulated by Frank Wilhoit: "There must be in-groups whom the law protectes but does not bind, alongside out-groups whom the law binds but does not protect."

https://crookedtimber.org/2018/03/21/liberals-against-progressives/#comment-729288

How else to explain the indifference of Apple trufans for the company's decision to reverse-engineer all of Microsoft Office's file formats and make compatible players for them, and their defense of Apple's strict prohibition on doing this to Ios?

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/06/adversarial-interoperability-reviving-elegant-weapon-more-civilized-age-slay

But even if you think Apple will never abuse the power to decide who can compete with it to make complimentary products that interoperate with its own devices, the norms, laws and precedents backstopping Apple's business-model innovations can by used by anyone.

In 2015, I wrote a Guardian microfiction that exposed the perils of allowing companies to choose their competitors. It was called "If Dishwashers Were Iphones."

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2015/feb/13/if-dishwashers-were-iphones

It was a letter from the CEO of an "innovative" dishwasher company explaining why his customers were wrong to try to wash third-party dishes in his products.

The comments swiftly filled up with Apple defenders who decried it as an absurd, over-the-top analogy.

To those people, I say, behold, the Bob Dishwasher! It's a cute, countertop dishwasher aimed at single-person households, and it uses a proprietary cartridge for detergent dispensing, at about $0.67/wash - about $242/year.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVup5ya0WVQ

The company makes a lot of familiar, paternalistic claims to justify selling a non-refillable, single-use electronics package that becomes immortal e-waste once you've used it up and replaced it: the precision electronics and proprietary detergent ensure optimal performance.

dekuNukem bought a Bob and decided that he - and not the manufacturer - should decide whether the "advantages" of throwing out the cassette and buying a new one were worth it. He reverse-engineered it and made a defeat device he calls a "rewinder."

https://github.com/dekuNukem/bob_cassette_rewinder

The tale of how he did this makes for a fascinating read, especially the analog sleuthing he did using product safety labels to reverse-engineer the "proprietary" composition of the detergent and rinse-aid, which turn out to be commodity products marked up by 7700%!

Extraordinarily, he's actually selling the Rewinder, for $30. This shouldn't be extraordinary, but it is, thanks to the penalties under DMCA 1201 (and the UK equivalent law, derived from Article 6 of 2001's EU Copyright Directive).

https://www.tindie.com/products/dekuNukem/bob-rewinder-renew-your-bob-dishwasher-cassette/

It's not just dishwashers, either. Would-be digital rentiers have figured out that they can turn their shareholders' preferences into legal obligations to their customers by engineering their products so they have to be used in specific ways...or else.

For example, KLIM makes a motorcyclist's airbag vest that deactivates itself if you stop making subscription payments (of course, this means that anyone who exploits a defect in KLIM's IT can shut off all its airbag vests, everywhere).

https://twitter.com/TrashGoat00/status/1387301889356689410/photo/1

If that sounds extreme to you, it's really not. Tesla has many safety features that are marketed as downloadable content, which it remotely deactivates when a car changes hands through a private sale:

https://www.theverge.com/2020/2/6/21127243/tesla-model-s-autopilot-disabled-remotely-used-car-update

If you find yourself scrambling for reasons that it's OK for Tesla to do this with its cars, but not for KLIM to do it with its airbag vests, allow me to gently remind you that Tesla owners are not an oppressed religious minority, either.

This kind of rent-seeking is just getting started. As I tried to illustrate in my novella UNAUTHORIZED BREAD (part of my 2019 book RADICALIZED), there are limitless ways for Apple's pioneering business innovation to destroy our lives:

https://arstechnica.com/gaming/2020/01/unauthorized-bread-a-near-future-tale-of-refugees-and-sinister-iot-appliances/

And as I wrote in my story "Sole and Despotic Dominion," this is a frontal assault on the idea of personal property - it creates a world where property is the exclusive purview of remorseless, transhuman colony organisms (AKA corporations).

https://reason.com/2018/11/17/sole-and-despotic-dominion/

However, that future is anything but assured. Apple is being sued by Epic for antitrust violations over its Felony Contempt of Business-Model system:

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/05/02/technology/apple-epic-lawsuit-app-fees.html

And European competition regulators have opened an enforcement action against the company on the same basis:

https://www.cnbc.com/2021/04/30/eu-says-apples-app-store-breaches-competition-rules.html

Meanwhile, copycats who created their own Felony Contempt of Business Model walled gardens, like Valve did with Steam, are facing their own lawsuits, courtesy of Wolfire:

https://arstechnica.com/gaming/2021/04/humble-bundle-creator-brings-antitrust-lawsuit-against-valve-over-steam/

We've come a long way in a decade, and the No True Scotsman defense of the right of a dominant corporation to interpose itself between buyers and sellers, to control its customers' choices after a sale, is finally facing a real challenge.

https://locusmag.com/2021/03/cory-doctorow-free-markets/

#pluralistic

[helloblobbyblobfish]

Matai

Author's note: Here is a story that was inspired by an image. I don't know Samoan culture well. My apologies if I got something wrong.

“Good. We are finished for today, Mister Lanuola. Thank you for always being a good subject for a photo-shoot.”

“My thanks to you, Keola. It’s always a pleasure to work with you. You can do modern and traditional. And you got the eye to came up with the best idea based on complete accidents. Or to find spots and poses I can look my best in.”

He blushes. Cute. If only those blushes were him being into me. He is just very insecure. But damn, he is the best photographer I worked with in 30 years. A pity he doesn’t see what I see in him.

But hey, this also has the advantages of him being pretty cheap for the shoots promoting my business. Of course, a lot of people complain that I am not using all that money that I earn to help the community, but that’s capitalism. You crush the people or you are crushed. I might be secretly using a supernatural advantage; I’m not going to help.

There are of course lots of gold-digger women out here. But I built my house a bit away from the rest of the peasants, and live myself. That stop most people: with the importance of family and clan (‘Aiga) in the Samoan culture, most matai, the chiefs of families, have the final say on marriage, and they don’t want the women of their clan to be with me. There is also a fact that no one knows, because it’s illegal: I’m gay.

So, being alone is something I’m fine with. There is a shit ton of conservative Christian in power and a lot of people who believe very strongly in their teaching. That’s part of the reason I left my own ‘Aiga. I was feeling threatened without having ever came out. Most people seem to believe I’m planning on marrying a white woman or something like that. That’s what my older brother told me he believed last time we talked.

As I am reaching my brown Porsche Boxster, I see a plane in the sky. Weird. It looks close to the island, but I live in the south-west. There are two airports, and they are at the northwest and the southeast of the isle. As I see it is getting bigger and bigger, I realize the plane acting out of control and about to crash! I check my phone. Shit, no more battery! I used it all to check out sexy models before the interviews at 8 am, and gave it to Keola so that he could check things online when we talked, he is the closest person to me except maybe my grandpa, hoping he has a great place in Pulotu, the afterlife.

But I need to go check if they are survivors. And, as I speed on the road, trying to get the closer to the forest by car before having to go by foot, I start to have a devious plan in mind.

I send a prayer to Tagaola and every deity I think might have power in this situation so that a fire forest doesn’t destroy the island I live on. I do appreciate the flora. Maybe less the fauna.

I get on my feet only twenty minutes later but doesn’t find the plane until three quarters of an hour. Thank the gods, it landed in water, at least the tail part. I see parts of the middle all over the jungle, but I can’t seem to find the cockpit until I ask for guidance. Wind rises me up from the ground and transports me over the river. I get to see the propellers of the plane. I suddenly I’m jerked to the right and am dropped without warning.

Ah yes, I maybe should say. I am a believer in the old gods. And given what I can do and have seen, I definitively believe in them and not in that “God” the colons brought to our islands. My grandfather is the one who taught me everything, every spell, but I kept some parts of me hidden from him, like my thirst for power and my homosexuality. I wonder how he would have taken it.

Sight. I guess I’ll never know. I do address a prayer to Fa’atiu, god of the winds. But why was I dropped here?

Suddenly, I have my answer.

It would seem the god read my plan and approved. I see a man passed out near a tree. He lost most of his clothes except his jeans, getting out of the river it would seem. How does I know. The trail of blood going from the water to his legs. And it’s not pretty. His right foot is leaking blood in a worrisome manner. A normal person would think he’ll need to be amputated, but I throw some of the stronger healing spells I know, which stops the bleeding and reattach most of the muscles and skin. But I will need more to heal the bones and make sure the nerves are all working.

I’m not surprised I’m the only one at the scene yet. This island is not super populated, and I live on a side that is very much away from the towns. A good chunk of Savai’i is a natural reserve, so we are far away from any civilization. The authorities need to be warned a plane crashed, and then start patrolling the whole island and the sea around. Not even sure if this is the first isle that will be explored. I better report the site of the crash when I come home.

Anyway, time to observe the man. He somehow kept his sunglasses despite losing his shirt. The start of a beard. There are some burn marks in his back, but it would seem my magic also took care of the little scraps and the minor internal issues. That would explain why I feel so tired. Really need to send him to a doctor once I am done with him, just to be sure.

He has dark brown hair cut shorts, his abs are defined, he has a strong tan despite the fact that his clothes would cover him entirely, so he must enjoy the beach. Wait, what type of plane is it? I check the debris. Wait. He is from the American army? Well, I will need to deal with his connections at one point. I hadn’t thought how to deal with the pilot’s job if they were a man, and now that I am sure I want him, I’ll need to think.

But for now, I have to bring him to my home. It is useless to stay here. I slap him to wake him up. The blood loss must have made him lost conscience, and I can’t bring it back, but I would be relieved if he was conscious before I drag him to my car. Would be nice if he didn’t wake while we are in the forest, me holding him, and he think I am attempting to kidnap him. Of course, I have another shady fate in mind for him...

I can see with the way his eyebrows moves that he opened his eyes too fast to deal with light. He tries to move despite my shouts, but then cries as he tries to use his broken foot. I speak to him before realizing he doesn’t understand what I am saying. Thankfully, I have knowledge in English.

“Hello, stranger. My name is Fetu Lanuola. What’s yours?”

He turns is head toward me. Given the way his face moves, I presume he is trying to look at me.

“It’s Ace... Stevenson. Staff... Sergeant in... the US air Force.” Shit. He is not a mere pilot. I don’t know how high-grade that is. I have NO idea what that entails for my scheme. “Mister... where I’m... Call...”

“I doesn’t have a working phone on me and we are far removed from any house I know, Sergeant Stevenson. I’m afraid we’ll need to move by feet. I had to abandon my car to find you when I saw your plane crashing. And I’m not entering what’s left of it to check if there is a working radio, Sir.”

He smirks at the Sir part. Just you wait, I’m definitively more of a top that you could ever hope to be, not that it matters.

“Sorry, Sir. But I’ll have to raise you and lift you until we reach my car, then go to my house so that we can tell the authorities you live and where your plane is approximatively. Fine by you?”

“... lead the way...”

-

It takes a lot more time to go the reverse route with a dead weight like Ace. And the fact that he keeps getting in and out of sleepiness is both annoying for the lack of discussion we can have, even if I don’t have a perfect English. Ace mentions a few time that even when he hears me, he can’t understand because of my accent. I won’t bother learning more for him. I plan on keeping him around, but he’ll have to learn Samoan.

By the time we reach my home, the sun is coming down. Shit, I had plans for this afternoon. Well, I have to call multiple people to explain what happened, on top of the police, because I have no idea who to call for the location of a crashed planned. The firemen, maybe? Oh well, they’ll deal with the logistic, I’m getting insulted by business associates.

Once... THAT is finished, I start preparing a potion for Ace. He is looking at something on the TV, the important is he doesn’t sleep. Not because I’m worried for his safety, even if I did call a doctor to check, should be here in a few hours. But because I need him to see me when he drinks. I put the content of my bowl in a wine glass.

“Ace-Sergent Stevenson. Drink, it’s the good shit, as one says!” “You need to hear how one truly speak English, bud.” “Sorry, but I’m not the type to interact with tourists. And I have an aide for when I need to talk with other businessmen.”

“So that’s your job? Businessman? It explains the house.” I breathe heavily because of irritation. “Drink. We’re waiting for the medic. Doctor. Healer. Médecin. What’s the correct term in English?”

He laughs before drinking it all up in one shot. And then let the glass drop from his fingers, his body becoming limp. Ace sunk in the armchair. His mouth open, showing some pearly teeth. I take his glasses off. His eyes are a very dull green, but it might be the potion and the fact he barely seems to notice anything. Suddenly, his eyes turn toward me, a glint of recognition and emotion in them.

I look at his feet, touching his heel. I can sense something moving underneath. Good. I mixed a mind control elixir and a healing potion into one. I was worried there would be a problem with the mix, but both effects seem to act as they should.

I start talking to him.

“Your mind is open to my voice... My voice is inside your mind, remolding your spirit... so that you become what I want...” “Yes....” He whispers back.

“I am now your leader. You are happy to do whatever I say, obey my every order, think what I want you to think. I am the only person that matter.”

“Y... Yes” “So, you will resign from your position to become my slave.” “Yyeeeesssss....”

“Walk a little.” “Yes...” He nods a bit and then start walking without mentioning he shouldn’t. Good, my control over him is complete. And he marches throughout the living room. His face is blank, with a bit of drool at the corner of his lips. I ask “Are you hurting?” “No... I should...”

I beam proudly and laugh. “Yes, yes. You should. But I am what you would a call a mage or something. And what I gave you healed you. Now, go kiss my feet to thank me.” “Yes...” “Yes, matai. It’s the term for the chief of a family around here. Please, you are not an animal!”

“Yes, maatttaaaiiiiii...” He kisses each foot once. Well, he kisses my shoes, more accurately. “Because you are my slave, you will try to learn my language as fast as possible. I will only teach you my faith, however, so you will need to find another teacher.” “Thatt’ssss Okaayy... Maattaaaiii...”

Unfortunately, a spell I casted to tell me if somebody is getting close to my house is activated. So, I have to ask Ace to put his clothes back on. By the time the doctor is here, Ace is sleeping, with a few more orders from me. I have to let him being taken from me for a check-up at the hospital.

The next morning, I am awakened by knocks at my door. I lazily put a blue shirt and trousers on before opening. This knocking is starting to intensify and it’s annoying. I open, and It’s Ace! There is a cop behind him. I stutter in panic. “Wha-What? Ace, but... what are you???” He tilts his head, and I realize I spoke Samoan. Of course, he didn’t understand.

The police officer explains that Ace was interrogated by the doctors and officers capable of speaking English. He stated that I talked about the possibility of him living with me for now and that he accepted. I go along with that idea from my servant and state I was not expecting him to be on his feet as fast, that he wasn’t able to walk when I found him. I am told the doctors aren’t able to explain it either, that there is blood and some muscles on the crash site that belong to Ace but he shows no injury. He does the sign of the cross and I have to refrain a snarl.

I do try to be more patient with the cop than usual, to “prove” that Ace can stay with me without everyone being worried, but I think he understand that I want him gone, because he gives me one heck of a glare when he leaves.

When I look at Ace, I’m a bit confused. He taken the belt off his jeans and is unbuttoning his green polo shirt. He then put the belt around his neck. When he notices my raised eyebrow, he states. “I am your slave, now. You don’t want a collar to indicate I’m your property?”

My eyes widen. “What! I mean, if you want... But I meant that you are working for me! I will pay you to make it seems like a normal slave-boss dynamic!” He blinks in confusion. “You mean... Servant? Butler? A slave isn’t the same thing.” Oh, so slave means what we were treated like, and not simply a manservant. Well, if that put him even deeper in my power in his mind, it’s not a complete failure. But I do intend to treat him with some respect.

“Ace, that’s why I asked you to call me matai rather than master. You are under my control but I will treat you well, protect you and help you become the best version of yourself. If I wanted a yes man, I would have done it on some homeless people. No, you are... special is not the word. An individual?” Saying it aloud, I realize I used words that implied I wanted a mere puppet. Not good. I want absolute obedience, but also a personality. I like to think this dynamic will advantage the both of us.

He smiles. “Yes, Matai.”

I snort. “Come on, Ace. I need to show you where our bedroom is. You will be sleeping with me. Before reaching the bedroom, you will see the clothes washing machine, the cleaning closet; I expect you to wash the floor at least three times a week...”

#my writing #male hypnosis #mind control #hypno slave #interracial #military #hypnosis

[kagedaddy]

I'm not sure about the rule so can you do inarizaki with a model and streamer s/o? 💖

streamer / model - miya twins, suna & kita

warnings: none

miya atsumu

miya osamu

sun rintarou

kita shinsuke [masterlist]

hey hey, thanks for the request, no worries i don’t have rules for asks! hehe i think this scenario is cute, hope yah enjoy it! asks and dms are open for requests.

model

“Ready up angels!”the stage manager calls your attention, you were nervous and excited, tonight you were given the honour to open for the show, so you were going to be walking down the runway first. The make up team quickly does the last touches on your make up and the stage manager fixes the lingerie and giant (colour) wings on your back. You were ushered to the landing area, waiting for the artist and the music to play. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome (favourite artist).” 

“Stand by first model, (first name).”the stage manager tells you and you nod your head, the intro of (favoruite song) starts playing and the stage manager cues you in. You make your entrance and the crowd goes wild, you strut down the runaway, looking out into the crowd and the unmistakable faux blonde hair of your boyfriend catches your attention, you meet his eyes and decided to sway your hips seductively a little a lot to the song. You see him bit his lip and it gives you a newfound energy on the runway, as you approach the artist they offer you their hand, twirling you around giving the wings on your back a fluttering effect.

 As you arrive back in the landing you’re quickly pushed to the dressing room for a change of outfit and in minutes you’re out again, after a few more quick changes you are strutting one last time in the runaway, you wave and blow kisses to the audience, finding your blonde lover again and sending him an all too suggestive wink before giving a final pose. Once you’re all backstage, you and all the girls cheer at the success of the show, snapping pictures and all heading to the after party lounge. 

Picking up your phone to message Atsumu but thick toned arms snake around your waist and you’re greeted by the familiar cologne of your boyfriend, “You looked really good, babe.”you turn in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck, pulling each other closer and giving him the kisses you both longed for. “Thanks Tsumu, I wanted to give you a show.”he growls at your words and you pull away, “Or maybe to your friends, kidding.”you tease your blonde lover, pressing hot kisses to his neck. 

“Fuck babe, you were so hot. I’m glad I get to take you home.”

streamer

“Hi hi! Welcome to my stream, its (username) here!”

“I know it’s a little bit different today, we’re not gaming but we’re cooking with my partner and a Q & A!”you wave at the laptop you had set up for the stream session today, Osamu awkwardly waves at your stream, he was too cute, you talk about your plans bringing back the attention to yourself. “So babe what are we making for the stream?”you quickly fix the webcam so it would have a good view of the kitchen, “I’m not sure, what does your chat want.”he juts his thumb to your screen and your chat starts spamming all their suggestions.

‘[(random username) donated ¥ 10,000] It’s my birthday today, how about a cake?’

A donation notification sounded, the robotic voice of your text-to-speak read off the donation, “Ohh Happy happy birthday (random username), nee Osamu can we make a cake?”you clap your hands, singing the happy birthday song for your fan, “We can most definitely bake a cake.”he prepares the ingredients and you cheer as more of your fans begin chatting their favourite flavours and decorations the cake should have.  Osamu mixes the batter and you stand beside him, he wants you to be his assistant and look pretty, while he does that, you begin to read out questions for you both to answer.

‘Osamu-san, is (first name) a good cook, what food has she cooked for you?’

You read out the first question, Osamu thinks about it for awhile before answering, “She isn’t a good cook, she cooked me some pancakes but half of it was burnt.”your face turns red in embarrassment and you smack your grey haired boyfriend, “So mean Samu, I thought you love me.”pouting at your partner and playfully crossing your arms. “I do babe but you really stink at cooking.”he presses a kiss to your forehead, deeping the blush of your cheeks.

“Okay next question!” 

You answered as much questions as you guys could and the next thing you knew that cake was baked and cooled, ready for you to design it. You take the offset spatula and began smearing the icing on the cake, throwing in a couple sprinkles and writing illegible words on the cake. You stare at the monstrosity you designed, the cake was baked well credits to your lovely chef of a boyfriend but you were not skilled enough to do the pipping and the adding of sprinkles, “Good job, looks good babe.”Osamu presses a kiss to your forehead as you finished up the design, you knew he was being nice so you just accepted the affection, you both lifted the cake for your viewers to see. 

“Well, I think it kinda turned out okay.”

streamer

You stifle a yawn as you stretch out your limbs, glancing over your clock it was 3:30 am you’ve been streaming for about four hours now. You were on a winning streak in Call of Duty and didn’t want to stop, your snipes were on fire today. “Babe come on, let’s head to bed. It’s late and you’re literally about to fall asleep.”the voice of your boyfriend draws your attention, “just one more game Shin.”smiling sleepily at the salt and pepper haired male, he pats your head and you lean up close enjoying his warm touch. ‘Aww you guys are the cutest’your chat goes wild, spamming it with hearts and you giggle at your chat but one message catches your attention, it read.

‘(username) get your boyfriend to play’

“Good idea chat!”your eyes light up, “Shin look, they want you to play!”you point at your screen, he turns to the monitor eyes following the chat, “Are you sure I’m not that good.”he rubs the back of his head unsure, “It’s okay, it’s all for fun!”you roll you chair to the side to give him some space but he stops you, instead he gestures for you to get up. Confused you follow anyways, Kita settles in your chair and he pats his lap, “come sit babe.”he pulls your body towards him until you’re sitting quite comfortably on his lap, “Will I get in trouble for this chat?”you laugh as you snuggle into you boyfriend’s warmth, shifting the headphones over to his head and quickly going over the controls with him. You set him up in a lobby and letting him pick whatever skin he prefers. Once he got it done, he was doing great, you were yelling at him on what to do and he panics, causing your chat to go crazy from they way you both interacted.

‘You are my parents, you guys are too cute.’

Your focus shifts to Kita, face morphed into concentration as he did his best in the game, he was so cute. He was able to kill a few players and survived the gulag, it was a funny sight to see. Your eyes become heavy, a small yawn leaving your lips, your eyes droop close and you lean closer into Kita but before you could completely drift off he wraps you up in his arms. 

“Guys, I think I’ll end the stream here. It seems like she’s fallen asleep.”

model

Standing at the gate of Inarizaki high, you were lost, you were from a different school, “Ano, excuse me do you know where the volleyball club is?”you tap the nearest male’s shoulder to get his attention, he had blonde hair and wearing what you assume to be the volleyball club uniform. “You! You’re (last name)! You’re really pretty in person”his eyes widens in realisation, jaw hanging open as it dawns on him the model he’s seen on several magazine covers stands before him. “Shh!”you politely smile at the male, holding up your finger to your lips, he nods his head smiling widely. “I’m heading there, I can definitely take you!”he says a little bit excitedly and you can’t help but laugh at the male, “Thank you thank you.”you slightly bow to the male before following him to the direction of the gym.

“I’m Miya Atsumu by the way. Why are yah headin to the gym?”he introduces himself side glancing at you. “Well you already know me but I’m here to see someone.”walking up to the gym you can clearly hear the loud squeaking of shoes running across the court, you couldn’t help the nervous smile to show on your face. You wanted to surprise your boyfriend, he didn’t know you were in the area for a photo shoot so you wanted to visit him. You both walk in the gym, all the boys were busy warming up so they don’t notice, you wave off the blonde telling him to hush about your presence and walk off to the side sitting at one of the many benches. You watched interest as they played a practice match, you’ve never seen Suna play and man were you more attracted to the man, you were practically drooling as he flexed his muscles to block spikes. The coached called for a break and the boys all went to the benches near where you sat, as soon was Suna walks up, he meets your eyes.

“(first name) you’re here?”his eyes widens at the sight of you, “Surprise!”a smile forms on his lips, his sleepy demeanor changing into a more energetic one, “Do you know her?”Atsumu looks between you and Suna bewildered, “How do you know her, she’s like a big time model!”your boyfriend nods his head. “She’s my girlfriend.”the whole gym goes quiet staring wide eyed at their middle blocker, Suna takes this opportunity to go to sit beside you. Taking the towel from his hand, you wipe of his sweat before leaving a small peck on his cheek, “How do you have a girlfriend before me yah sleepy bastard.”Atsumu grumbles earning a laugh from you, “Aren’t your teammates such sweethearts.”you giggle at the scene, you did rounds of introductions and answer their questions about the both of you until they had to get back to practice.

The boys finished up and you waited for Suna by the gym doors, as soon as he stepped out the door you jumped into his arms, catching you without any problems, you wrap your legs around his waist so he’s carrying you. “I missed you.”finally pressing your lips against his, you sigh in happiness, “I missed you, too babe. But why didn’t you tell me you were coming, I could’ve skipped practice today or even class.”he snuggles closer to you but you just shook your head, “I wanted to surprise you, I was in the area for a photo shoot.”you kiss the tip of his nose, his face breaks out into a smile and connects your lips again. “You were so sexy when you played, you’re so good Rin.”you drop your head to whisper in the dark haired male’s ear, licking a stripe down to his jaw and his breathing hitches.

“Let’s go ‘cuddle’ in my bed.”

//

herro herro! the late valentines special will continue tomorrow click here to see it in [masterlist] under gala days, also added the other members for this request. hope yah guys enjoyed it, i not sure if it’s good, i’ve been super stressed lately some shit came up about my ex and the old apartment we use to live in. anyways leave a like and comment if you liked it! have a great one, jaa ne!

all the love xx

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[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. If you haven't yet seen the 2013 erotic thriller In Secret starring Elizabeth Olsen, Oscar Isaac and Jessica Lange I highly recommend it. I've watched it twice in the past month. Lol.

Oscar's character Laurent Leclaire is so sensual, so devious that I decided to write a short, filthy little fanfic starring you, the reader, and him.

Laurent is sexy evil personified, sigh.

The setting is 1860's Paris. The story takes place before Laurent meets Elizabeth Olsen's character Therese. You are a young (nothing illegal, you are 19) virgin artists model that gets seduced and absolutely ravished by the dominant, more worldly Laurent one evening in his studio when you are posing for him.

Warnings, female receiving oral sex, dominance, frank descriptions of painful virginity loss, rough sex, language, not for anyone under 18. Just pure, gratuitous, thirsty smut. Lol.

But it's set in the Victorian Era so that makes it classy? Lmao.

Touch and taste

Things started out fairly innocent enough. You met him at your older sister's dinner party one evening.

He is a friend of your sister's husband, they went to school together.

Your sister is much more outgoing than you and at 19 you are still unmarried, having never even held hands with a man before.

You live with your sister and brother in law in an old but tidy home in Paris. You are middle class and the home is well decorated and furnished. Your sister is expecting her first child and you are looking forward to helping care for the infant.

The two of you have a warm, loving relationship.

Even for the Victorian Era you are painfully shy, your sister had to beg you to come to her party.

There are several single men there and she's trying to find you a suitor, a potential husband.

He was an artist, and his name was Laurent Leclaire.

You sat across from the mysterious, brooding man and as you attempted to make small talk with the other guests you couldn't help but notice from the corner of your eye how he looked at you.

It was like Laurent was studying you, taking in your shy, delicate beauty. When your eyes finally meet he flashes you a devilish little smirk that sends a shiver down your spine.

Your face turns bright red and you immediately look down.

In the glow of the candlelight you can make out his absurdly beautiful chiseled features. His curly hair, dark eyes, and of course that smile. He made you feel things, unfamiliar feelings that terrified you somewhat. You feel a twinge, an ache, coming from somewhere inside of you. Somewhere where good, Christian women don't normally get those feelings

"Oh dear, what's wrong?" Your sister asks, noticing your flush.

"It's nothing". You reply quickly with a nervous giggle.

"Perhaps I've imbibed in too much wine, I'll be fine".

"Oh my it's getting worse!" The older lady sitting next to your sister exclaimed.

You happen to catch a glimpse of yourself in a mirror hanging on the wall across from you. Indeed the flush has gotten worse, your pale cheeks are as red as cherries.

"Let's get you upstairs". Your sister insists, helping you get to your feet.

"No I'm fine". You reply, sounding slightly irritated.

"You look terribly unwell". Your sister continues. "Come with me".

You reluctantly follow your sister upstairs to your room. You have to pass the handsome stranger on the way by, and you could have sworn you felt his hand brush yours, and then down the soft velvet of your skirt.

Once upstairs your sister helps you undress. You crawl into your bed and she brings you a cup of warm tea.

"You have a fever". Your sister frets as she lays her hand on your forehead.

"Quit fussing over me I assure you that I'm fine". You reply, smiling a little as you begin work on the embroidery project that was waiting by your bed.

"How am I ever to find a suitor with you making me leave the party early?"

"There's noone suitable there". Your sister replies sharply.

"What about the dark haired gentleman across from us?" You inquire, a slight smile creeping across your face.

"His name is Laurent and he is nothing but trouble". Your sister snaps back. "Stay away from him, I mean it, he will ruin your reputation".

Your sister's harsh words surprise you a bit, but you now have a name, Laurent, and you are also intrigued by your sister's stern warning.

Ruin my reputation? What on earth does that mean? You wonder as you nod off to sleep.

The next morning you are awakened by the familiar smell of food cooking and the sound of men talking. Sleepily you leave your bedroom and step into the hallway.

It's him again. You catch a glimpse of Laurent talking to your brother in law in the foyer. You immediately duck back into your bedroom and hastily get dressed.

You dash down the stairs quickly, brushing past Laurent. You look at him and flash a shy smile, he smiles back warmly.

You enjoy a nice leisurely, breakfast with your sister, brother in law and Laurent. You catch him glancing at you again, your face turns a light shade of pink.

Afterwards Laurent catches you alone in the foyer. You formally introduce yourself, Laurent kisses your hand.

"Your features. They're so classically pretty, like a sculpture". Laurent tells you as a rather seductive smile appears on his handsome face.

"I'd like to, if you wouldn't mind, paint you".

You giggle nervously at his proposition as your face turns pink. Laurent gently touches your flushed cheek,

you look at him and say nervously, "I'll do it".

"Wear that beautiful velvet dress you had on last night, and the pearl earrings too". Laurent replied, looking into your eyes.

The next afternoon you nervously arrive at Laurent's small flat/art studio, which was only a short walk from your own home.

As soon as he opens the door he smiles brightly and takes your hand. He leads you to a small room, where you sit on a chair in front of an easel.

Laurent sits next to you, looks deeply into your eyes and says,

"Tell me more about you, y/n, I like to learn more about my subject before I paint them".

"There isn't much to say really". You reply quickly, your face turning bright red again. "I'm 19, from Paris, I love my sister and brother in law. Both our parents passed years ago."

"You get embarrassed around the opposite sex, don't you?" Laurent pressed, taking your hand in his and stroking it. "You're so innocent like a child, but at the same time I know you're curious".

The man has read you like a book, you gasp a little at his words and start to tremble noticeably. Laurent leans over and kisses you gently on the cheek.

"Can I kiss your beautiful lips?" He continues, his breathing changing a little due to his own arousal.

"I've never done this, kissing". You reply, the heat from the lower part of your body becoming almost unbearable. "You'd have to show me".

"Open your mouth a little bit". Laurent orders, stroking your cheek with his strong hand. "Follow what I do".

He passionately kisses you using his tongue, you're shocked but quickly mime what he is doing. One of his hands drifts to your lap and he starts to stroke the wetness that is hidden by your pantaloons.

"Undress for me, I want to see my beautiful subject, all of you". Laurent orders, not asks.

You are so caught up in the moment, in him, that you obey his commands.

Noone has ever seen you like this, male or female. Well, maybe your sister. Definitely no men. You are trembling a little as you stand before him.

Laurent uses a paintbrush to trace and tease your body, you can see his hard manhood through his trousers.

"Let's go into my bedroom, I want to touch and taste you". He orders.

You go into his bedroom and recline on his bed. Laurent undresses, revealing his lean, muscular body.

His hard cock looks massive, intimidating, you've only seen them in medical journals and you've had no idea that they were this large in person. Perhaps it's just his own personal endowment.

Laurent kneels between your trembling legs and gently spreads them.

"It looks like an orchid, a fragile, pink orchid, it's so beautiful". Laurent tells you as he teasingly massages your intricate folds that are peeking through a thick patch of hair with his fingers.

He leaves you for a moment and grabs a sketch pad, he uses charcoal and quickly sketches your womanhood. When Laurent is done he shows you, you gasp a little and say, "I've never seen this side of myself".

"Can I touch and taste your petals?" Laurent pushes, you can see the desire burning in his eyes.

"Taste? What do you mean?" You ask, innocently having no clue what he means.

"Let me show you". Laurent purrs, leading you back over to his bed. "Tell me where you want my tongue".

You relax on the bed again, you gently spread your legs and he kneels before you and spreads them further.

He touches his tongue on your sensitive bud, causing you to immediately tremble from pleasure.

Laurent begins to suck and lick your frilly inner lips, you moan with delight from the intense sensation that you are feeling spread throughout your body.

What he's doing to you feels so good yet so sinful, and dirty.

Laurent's tongue moves down further, and he hits a barrier, your hymen is still intact and fairly thick, he gives it a gentle little flick with his tongue.

He then buries his face into your hairy mound, taking in your sweet, musky scent, the tip of his nose brushing against your wetness.

Your scent makes him moan from delight, Laurent is showing you just how much he savors and appreciates the female anatomy.

He teasingly strokes your innocence with his finger, being extra careful not to penetrate it or break it.

It's almost like he's in awe and aroused at that little barrier.

"My cock needs you, I need to feel this". Laurent begs, you can see the precum oozing from his hard tip.

"It's for my husband". You reply quickly and nervously.

"Noone cares about that anymore, especially in this city". Laurent tells you with a quick laugh.

You are so worked up and attracted to him that you relent, he spreads your legs again and positions himself on top of you.

Laurent starts to enter you, you gasp and sputter in a mixture of agony and pleasure as he slowly penetrates you, both of you can feel the moment your hymen breaks, spilling a considerable amount of blood on his sheets.

"Does it hurt?" Laurent asks.

"Yes". You reply, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Good". He replies, thrusting into you harder.

With your legs wrapped firmly around his waist Laurent fucks you, hard. The pain quickly turns to pleasure as you become more comfortable with his body.

When he cums he fills you with a fairly large load as he moans and sputters. Afterwards Laurent spreads your legs again, and sticks his tongue deep inside of you, tasting a mixture of your juices.

Your sister is correct. If Satan himself walked the earth his name would be Laurent Leclaire. The man is so virile, so charming and so handsome that even you, the shy, innocent virgin relented to his charms.

Afterwards with his help you get redressed. As he's lacing you into your corset Laurent gently kisses and nuzzles your neck, muttering about how beautiful you are.

You sit with him through the night and he does indeed paint your portrait, as promised.

"You touched my hand and dress when I was walking by at the dinner party, didn't?" You ask, your face turning pink again.

"Of course". He replied, chuckling a little. "I wanted to see if you were as soft and delicate as you looked. Your silken hand felt just like the beautiful fabric of your gown".

"Why the pink background?" You continue, smiling a little.

"The pink represents the blushing of your cheeks". Laurent explains, sounding like every bit the serious artist. "And the colors of your beautiful petals, you are truly a masterpiece of God's creation".

The end

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[justimajin]

Til Death Do Us Part♜Pt. 2

➟ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

➟ Genre: Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut

↳ (4.9k), Arranged Marriage AU

➟ Summary: If someone told you that you’d be marrying the Kim Namjoon, you would think you were being lied to, or worse, that you were hallucinating. However, fate seems to have it’s own ways of making the impossible possible and before you even know it, the title of Mrs. Kim is bestowed onto you. There’s just one problem: you’re not sure if Kim Namjoon is the person he says he is and the truth of your own identity is dangling by the strength of a mere thread.

➟ Warnings: some mentions of blatant sexism (sorry)

gif credit. 

➟ Previous Parts: Part 1 

➟ Next Update: Tuesday, December 29 

You face the shining mirror that rests in the corner of the room. 

The reflection that stares back at you adorns a royal blue hue of silk, the length of the dress reaching the floor and collecting into large frills at the bottom. It’s delicate to the touch, the soft velvety fabric being far from something you could have the courtesy to wear back at home. 

There’s a pair of long dangling jewels hanging off from your ears; eyes fluttering over to the bright diamonds that lay on top of your fingers. Your features have been brought out with a mix of cosmetics, hair supported up into an updo that nearly makes you appear doll-like. 

Your roaming eyes reach the reflected orbs in the mirror and for a silent moment, you simply stare. The sinking feeling in your stomach increases by the second, unpleasantly churning. 

From the dress to the hair, everything about you reflects an elegant, posed young woman. All your efforts for tonight manifesting into one simple concept that you must grasp. 

The ideal, presentable wife.

Tearing your eyes away, your pupils land on the bed you spent the night on. Last night had caught you completely by surprise, recalling Namjoon entering the room late in the evening and making his way straight over to the couch without another word. You were taken aback from the gesture, but he had immediately explained the bed was for you, even after you were given the understanding that this was your shared room. 

“It’s okay.” He simply replied, nestling in before you could manage to get a single word in. You spent the entire night mulling over the interaction, thoughts running astray. 

It’s strange, hearing those words slip out freely from a descendent of the Kim’s, known for taking up the role of being the next head of the family soon.

“Kim Namjoon.” 

You mutter in a monotone, eyes facing straight ahead with a piercing, cutting edge in them. 

“Son of the current head of the Kim family and heir to their empire. He has been steadily growing in the past couple of years and has been slowly taking over the reins and responsibilities. Is identified as being cunning, highly intelligent and a triumphing force as the soon to be leader.” 

Your cold eyes look up at the projected image, absorbing and memorizing in his piercing gaze and strong features. 

Although you speak with firm conviction, the next words dwindle like your resolve. 

“And,” You suck in a harsh breath, “My future h-husband.” 

“Y/N?” 

Your shoulders immediately jolt, eyes rounding into large saucers. Gyrating around, Namjoon stands at the door frame, a bashful smile crossing his lips. 

“Are you ready?” He softly asks. 

You still gaze back at him in surprise, a deep crease forming between your brows the longer you stare. Suddenly blinking, you become aware of your silence and nimbly nod in response. 

He awkwardly reaches his arm out and you tilt your head to the side, puzzled with the gesture. He does it again and that’s when life flickers into your irises again, snapping right into action as you promptly walk towards him. 

Looping your hand around his arm, you tread out of the room uniformly, like you’ve done this plenty of times before. Heading down the stairs, Namjoon looks straight ahead, not noticing the subtle gaze you throw in his direction from the corner of your eye. 

Cunning, highly intelligent and a triumphing force…

He waits at the bottom of the staircase, letting you slowly step down with your long heels. 

Although he smiles, you narrow your eyes in dismay. 

But sweet and innocent is all that Kim Namjoon is… 

***

The venue is grand and extravagant, a long hall that spreads out and is decorated with strung lights. It’s appearance along with the sheer volume of people clustered around it is overwhelming, but Namjoon eventually leads you away into the far corner where his family is. His mother immediately spots you right away, eyes brightening. 

“Y/N, you look beautiful!” She goes for a hug right away and the corner of your mouth tug up, embracing her in return. Glancing over at Namjoon, she leans forward. “Make sure to introduce her to everyone properly, okay?” 

He nods right away and reaches his elbow again for you to hold onto. Meekly following alongside him, from a distance away anyone can see the timidness you emit in your shrinking posture and the heavy reliance you place in being glued to your husband’s side. 

But no one notices the way your eyes are especially sharpened for this evening, surveying the faces you meet like you had the intention of memorizing each and every one. 

“This is Kim Yooseon.” Namjoon explains, “He helps my father make deals with other organizations.” 

Yooseon smiles brightly at you and reaches his hand out, “Pleased to meet you, Y/N.” 

Your lids flutter down, a glint sparking in your eyes. 

“Kim Yooseon. A valuable asset to the Kim’s because of his diplomatic and direct ways of making deals. However, despite this, he’s known to be an avid gambler and drove some of the company's stocks into the ground with his constant and tedious meddling.” You robotically state. 

“The Kim’s greatly respect him, but will not hesitate to dispose of him if he meddles again.” 

You reach forward, a smile plastering onto your lips. “The pleasure is all mine.” 

With a simple wave, Namjoon guides you to the next guest. “Meet Lee Jeonghoon. He’s recently begun to work with my family in the business and helping progress some of the latest models that have arrived.” 

Your brows knit together. 

“I’ve heard many of rumours about you, Miss Y/N.” He raises his hand out for you and gives you a lop-sided grin. “Marrying one of the Kim’s must have been a real change.” 

The corners of his eyes crinkle and there’s a twinkle that flashes in them. You take his hand with a meek smile. 

“Lee Jeonghoon. Married into the Kim family and has openly taken part in the family business despite not being a member that descended through them. Proclaims to have helped the empire considerably but rumours have spread that he keeps one firm leg in the black market, illegally selling merchandise behind the family’s back.” 

You quirk an eye up at the information, “The Kim’s have been aching to get rid of him at the next opportunity....” 

“I’m hoping all those rumours have been the good ones,” You remark, “and a big change or not, I am here to stay.” 

His brows furrow and you steal a glance at Namjoon, noting that he still keeps the same smile lined on his lips. His pupils suddenly round and glimmer, directly you away in an instant. 

“We’ll see you around.” He quickly mutters, leading you into a group of four men. Your eyes perk up at Namjoon’s sudden haste for your introduction, but once you come face to face with the group, your eyes are left widening. 

“And these are our companies biggest shareholders.” He proudly announces. Your vision stalls, colour immediately draining from your features and breath hiking up. 

The one clad in a red suit and matching red hair immediately smirks, his sharp gaze sending chills down your spine. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” He raises his drink in his hand, supposedly giving you best wishes. “I’m Kim Taehyung.” 

“Jeon Jungkook.” The one adorned all in black adjacent to him simply replies. 

You hesitantly nod, eyes roaming over to the remaining two. 

“I’m Min Yoongi.” He looks utterly disinterested, sharp eyes barely meeting yours as he points next to him, “And this is Jung Hoseok.” 

He half-smiles at the mention of his name, a playful look dancing in his eyes. You suck in a deep breath, sight fluttering between the four of them.  

“Kim Taehyung. Jeon Jungkook. Min Yoongi. Jung Hoseok.”  

“Namjoon’s closet men….” You carefully repeat, eyes narrowing as your voice drops down into a voice.

“But also the most dangerous individuals working underneath the Kim’s…” 

“I-It’s great to meet all of you.” You stutter out, only being met with darkened gazes and pleased smiles. Your heart rate begins to extend tenfold and before you can excuse yourself, a voice comes intruding in. 

“You’ve got a real treasure there, Namjoon.” Jeonghoon remarks, treading his way closer to you. He nearly stumbles on his way, a large drink in his hands and a lisp coating his words. “It’s a shame though, having such a pretty wife that’s just going to cook and clean for you all day.” He loudly laughs, placing a hand on his chest, “Oh well, I suppose it’s good to have someone around to take care of you.” 

There’s a stiff expression on your features, pupils slowly beginning to boil with every word he sputters out. However, you contradict those reactions with a forced smile on your lips. 

Unfortunately, it seems to rile him up even more, “She’s also a L/N on top of it!” He shakes his head as if Namjoon just offered him a hilarious joke, “At least her beauty compensates for it.” 

He does what you least expect ‒ his arm snaking around your waist instantly as his foul-smelling breath is merely inches away from your face. You recoil away in an attempt to avoid him, but another arm instantly pulls you close, your form pressing right against his. 

“She is very beautiful.” Namjoon softly says, keeping you near him. You blink, stunned by the sudden gesture, but that’s when you glance up and notice the look Jeonghoon holds. 

He appears to be between a fine line of incredibly speechless and downright startled, yet there’s something hidden in his expression, something writhing underneath that has your pupils dilating. 

A subtle layer of fear lingers in him, form beginning to slowly shrink away. He ends up awkwardly clearing his throat, taking a sip out of his drink as a flush of red radiates in his skin. 

You raise an eyebrow, turning to glance at Namjoon. Although Jeonghoon has taken you aback, Namjoon has your eyes completely widening. 

Although his tone was soft, the look in his eyes speak of a different story. They’re cold and sharpened, a parallel between menacing and utterly baneful. His jaw is considerably tensed, lips settled into a line of muted fury. 

For some reason, your breath hitches as your irises are stricken by horror. You were expecting a lot of things ‒ potential more jabs at your gender, or a handful of more mentions of the family you belonged to, all while your husband would be lingering nearby and staying compliant. 

But you weren’t expecting this, for him to abruptly intervene and even grab onto you, all while seeming like he had murderous intent brewing behind his eyes. 

He suddenly faces you and you jolt in his arm. 

“Shall we go meet some more guests?” He inquires. You’re appalled at the way his gaze has dipped into a warm one again, words softening. 

Nodding, you aimlessly loop your arm around him and let him take you away from the group after he says the two of you will catch up with them later. You’re almost stuck in a daze as he does so, mind still swimming with the interaction. 

“Y/N?” 

You immediately look up, expecting a new guest to be in front of you. Much to your surprise, you’re off in a corner with barely any people in sight. 

“I’m sorry.” When you turn to Namjoon, your arm is still looped in with his and his voice drops down into a whisper. “I couldn’t speak up in front of the shareholders, nor reprimand Jeonghoon for his behaviour because of all the guests, but I want you to know that I don’t believe in any of those things he said about you.” 

Your brows draw together, lips falling in astonishment, “You’re my wife now, and I hope you understand that means I see you as being my equal partner.” 

Namjoon looks expectantly at you and the words start tumbling from your mouth, “U-Uh yes, I-I do understand….” 

He tenderly smiles, “Good.” He scans around the hall, “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the representatives of the company.” 

Even though you nod in response, the conversations fly over your head completely for the rest of the evening. Your mind remains clouded, and you know it’s all due to one person when your eyes unconsciously drift over to the man you’re eternally bound to. 

***

Your morning breezes by before you know it. There’s an endless roster of individuals' names and profiles hovering over your head, individuals that you know desperately need to be reported. 

You sweep through the house within seconds after overhearing that Namjoon has to leave for work soon, heading straight for your bedroom when there are zero servants in sight. With a quick turn, the door is tightly shut and firmly locked. 

Digging around your belongings, your hands curl around the small box-container, immediately switching it on and awaiting for static. Once you’re given the cue, your knocking begins to resonate against the walls. 

You disclose everything; the people you’ve met, their behaviours they have, even information regarding the members of the family you’ve been given the chance to associate with. Static crackles every now and then as you do so, and when you’re finished giving out all the information you’ve obtained, it begins to fizzle out longer. 

A message. You cease your signaling, patiently waiting to decode all of it. 

A frown lines your lips. 

You’re aware the message you receive will dictate the next course of action you will take, but this certain one is jarring for you. 

Keep a close eye on the shareholders...and gain their favour? 

They want you to interact with the most dangerous members of the Kim empire, and get them to like you? 

You almost wonder if you perhaps decoded the wrong message, but you know more than to question the motive and instead to blindly follow. 

As you start to send a confirmation back, the sound of knocking against the door sends a jolt through you. Immediately you rush to hide the device in the confines of your belongings, hands uncontrollably tremouring and fumbling as you do so. 

Another knock resounds through the door, this time louder. You get up with a huff, hovering your hand over the lock. Taking a deep breath, you attempt to steady your accelerating heart rate, a natural innocent look conjugating in your eyes. 

Namjoon stands in front of you when you open the door, his eyes narrowed and a finger pressed against his pursued lips. 

“Namjoon?” He instantly freezes and looks up with perplexed orbs, as if he didn’t even realize you had opened the door. 

“I hope I’m not bothering you, I just needed to grab some things before leaving.” He earnestly says and you shake your head. 

“Not at all.” You widen the door for him, “I was just about to change.” 

The white lie slips out with ease and relief spreads within you as he simply nods, entering into the room. 

Following behind him, you clasp your hands together, alternating between your heels. 

“So you’re heading off to work now?” 

“Ah, yes.” His voice is muffled and echoes, so you suppose he’s walking around and grabbing things, “There’s an important meeting I have to attend today with the shareholders, so I have to be there.” 

“Is that so?” You keenly ask, a glint residing in your irises. Namjoon hums from far away, emerging from the corner of the closet with a briefcase. 

“It might take a while so I hope you won’t be bored.” He apologetically smiles, knowing that his family had already long departed.  

You reassure him right away, “I’ll be fine.” 

He nods in retaliation, bidding you a goodbye before rushing out the door. Your gaze remains fixated on it, a thousand thoughts emerging from your mind. 

You have to get access to that meeting. 

***

“Ah, drat!” Eungoo ticks, watching the white feathery carpet eagerly soak up the spreading red residue. Swinging her head left and right, she peers around for any cleaning supplies she can come across. Heading in the route of the kitchen, her eyes instantly perk up at the sight of a familiar silhouette. 

“Miss Y/N!” A huge smile stretches across her lips, and she ecstatically sprints over into your direction. You spin around, alarmed by the sudden call of your name until Eunjoo reaches, beaming at you. “What brings you here?” 

“Oh, I was just walking around.” You truthfully admit, mind still swirling on the prospect of a plan. Although Namjoon had already left a while ago, you’re wondering if there was any way for you to show up to his office for the meeting without looking intrusive or suspicious. “I also started feeling famished, so I came to the kitchen for something to eat.” 

“You should have just told me!” Eunjoo protests, placing her hands on her hips, “As my master’s wife, I am here to serve you and him.” Her bright eyes beam at you, twinkling with excitement, “So please, if there’s anything you need, do not hesitate to ask!” 

You warmly smile, and she hurriedly ushers you to sit down, proclaiming that there will be no need for you to enter the kitchen when she’s around. As you watch her from afar prepare something for you, the memory of you cooking yourself abruptly emerges, reminding you of times when your family was struggling. There wasn’t much food to share to begin with, alongside the downside that your kitchen was always faulty and broken down, an occasional oven that wouldn’t heat up or a simple stove that would spark too much when turned on. As a result, your parents would turn to the roaring fireplace in your home to cook and heat your food as you would eagerly wait for them to give you something. 

“Here you are, Miss Y/N!” Eunjoo hurriedly presents you a tray of salivating foods, breaking you out of your daze and placing them in front of you. She patiently watches you lift a tart to your lips and take a bite out of it, your eyes instantly lighting up. 

“It’s delicious.” You whisper and Eunjoo tenderly smiles. “I...I never had the pleasure of eating things like this…” 

Eunjoo’s smile drops and you swallow the lump beginning to form in your throat. 

“Uh, I-” Eunjoo bites down on her bottom lip, lowering her head, “I don’t know if I’m in the position to ask you this.” 

“What is it?” 

She cautiously peers up at you, “I’ve heard rumours,” Her hands raise up in defense, “Just rumours, about the L/N’s and um,” A regretful wince passes through her, like she was still aware of the implications her words will bring, “T-That the L/N’s weren’t doing so well after their dispute with the Kim’s.” 

Eunjoo quickly glances at you again, knowing she was treading on thin ice. However, her form eases down when she notices the tender look in your eyes. 

“The L/N’s and the Kim’s haven’t agreed on many things regarding each other,” You note, and Eunjoo hums, “But what you are saying is true, the L/N’s lost a lot of their power and as the generations went by, so did much of our wealth.” 

“Our company started to tank soon afterwards and the only thing holding my family together was when my father started making deals with other organizations to keep the company afloat.” A bitter smile lines your lips, “But ultimately, it wasn’t enough.” 

“The union…” Eunjoo whispers, following through with the next best option. 

“Right.” You muse, “If the two families could unite, a lot of our problems would be resolved.” Despite lying being something that should come easy to you, your stomach twists with the next tidbit you give to Eunjoo, “So I will do anything in my power to make sure this union will go as smoothly as possible.” 

“That’s wonderful.” She lights up again, “You and the Master will be great together.” 

At the mention of Namjoon, your eyes narrow. “You’ve known him for quite a while….” 

Eunjoo eagerly nods, “What is he like for you?” 

“Well, Master Kim is actually a lot of things.” She giggles as if fond memories were being drawn back into her head again, “He’s kind and generous, amidst a little clumsy at times, but he has a big heart.” She plants her hands against her face, dreamily gazing at you, “I definitely think the two of you will fall in love soon.” 

You nearly choke on the tart you were chewing, a chain of coughs immediately slipping out of you. Eunjoo leans forward to hand you a glass of water that you gratefully accept, but it doesn’t take away the deep red flush that scatters over your complexion. 

“Too soon?” She wonders, a pout resting on her lips. 

You shake your head, awkwardly laughing. “Don’t worry about it.” 

“I’m not too sure if it will be soon per se, but-” You fixate your stare onto her, carefully surveying, “You’ve never seen him, I don’t know, angry?” 

“Angry?” She tilts her head to the side, like the idea itself was appalling, “Master Kim doesn’t really get angry. Maybe frustrated at most?” 

You hum, hand resting underneath your chin. Eunjoo’s eyes suddenly widen, glancing down at the tray she brought for you. 

“I’ll bring you seconds!” She hurriedly picks it up and you gyrate forward to tell her you weren’t hungry anymore, but she happily skips away before you can get the opportunity. Left waiting for another platter coming your way, her voice abruptly breaks through the silence. 

“Again!? How many times has it been now??” 

You crane your head towards the kitchen, “What’s wrong?” 

“This!” She points to a particular black box in her hand, “Master Kim forget his lunch again.” 

“Oh.” Eunjoo grumbles, staring at the box in dismay. Suddenly a light goes off in your head, eyes considerably widening. 

You get up onto your feet, “Do you know where his office is?” 

“Of course I do, it’s right by th-” She squints her eyes, “Wait, Miss Y/N.....do you perhaps want to give it to him?”  

A warm smile curls on your lips, “Why not? He doesn’t have anything to eat and I would love to help.” 

The underlying intention in the suggestion flies right over Eunjoo’s head, her mind filling with thoughts of the two of you getting closer instead. Without hesitation, she gives you the box and grants you careful instructions on how to get to the company’s office, all while coaxing you to bring her along in case you get lost. You reassure her on the matter, reminiscing that you should be just fine and that she has nothing to worry about. 

Departing from the house, you’re ready to put your plan into action. 

***

A knock resounds against the metallic door. 

You sway from side to side, eyes roaming around. The building wasn’t difficult to find despite Eunjoo’s warnings that you could get easily lost, as it was the same building that had been drilled into your head on numerous occasions through darkened photographs and routes ‒ the only difference now really being that you were seeing it in person for the first time. It’s just how you would have imagined, a meek and busy infrastructure filled with multiple offices, or at least, that’s what it should appear to be like. 

“Come in.” A familiar voice beckons. Pushing your hand against the exterior, you enter into the room. 

Namjoon’s office is surprising. You were expecting it either to be neatly organized and micromanaged like the rest of the building, but instead it appears as if a whirlwind had gone by. Namjoon seems to reflect the chaos in the room, his tie hanging low and eyes frantically scanning papers before glancing up at you. 

His gaze freezes, and he abruptly gets up from his chair, staring at you with wide eyes. 

“Y/N?” He attempts to shuffle away from the desk and hurries over to you, “What are you doing here?” 

You raise your hand, displaying the bag you’ve been carrying, “Eunjoo said you didn’t have lunch today.”

“O-Oh, I see.” For a moment, he twists and turns, glancing around his office. You wonder why he seems so flustered, but then you suddenly recall the meeting he told you before. 

The hunch seems to hit the mark, because there’s soon another knock pounding against Namjoon’s door, this time heavier. 

“Come in.” He hurriedly says and the door swings open, revealing a tall man with bright red locks. His gaze falls onto you in an instant and the playful smile that was once lining his lips drops into a scowl. 

Namjoon steps forward, “Taehyung, I’m assuming you remember Y/N.” 

Taehyung doesn’t reply, simply continuing to stare at you. The sharp gaze of his reminds you of this morning, chills transcending down your back again. 

“What is she doing here?” He sharply questions, craning his head over to Namjoon now. 

“She just came to give me my lunch.” Namjoon states, but the door creaks wider and more individuals emerge in his office. 

You recognize them right away as the remaining shareholders and unconsciously, you acclaim yourself for getting here in time. 

The rest of them seem to share the same discontentment as Taehyung, a few glares and puzzled looks getting sent your way. Yet Namjoon is unaffected, gesturing for all of them to enter inside without a second thought. 

Taehyung is still staring at you, as if you would eventually pick up the cue to leave. 

You don’t move the slightest. 

He clears his throat, eyes meeting Namjoon’s. The latter’s stare dips into a colder one, his words having a cutting edge to them. 

“It’s better in here than out there.” Your brows knit together and suddenly Taehyung shifts, planting himself down on a chair in silence. The remaining shareholders do the same and you realize that unwillingly on Namjoon’s request, you are going to stay for the meeting. 

“The stocks have been down lately, I don’t think the recent deal made with Jinyoung was wise.” Yoongi states, staring at Namjoon intently. 

“That was made at my father’s request.” Namjoon clarifies, rubbing his hands together. Jungkook leans over, reaching out and planting a bag in Namjoon's hands. 

“It has all the details about the deal.” Yoongi narrows his eyes, “Didn’t you know about this?” 

Namjoon averts his eyes and Yoongi leans back in his chair, keenly eyeing him. 

“You’re the next heir.” 

“I know.” Namjoon immediately says, stare remaining on the ground. You notice there’s a stifling silence in the room, none of the five individuals daring to speak up. 

 Taehyung clears his throat, throwing a sharp side eye in your direction. 

“I’ve also heard that the L/N’s haven’t been doing so well.” He crosses his arms with a grin, “Their company is on the verge of plummeting.” 

Yoongi hums, “It won’t be surprising if the company destroys itself all together.”

“Won’t that be something interesting to see?” Hoseok shares Taehyung’s smile but instead of being subtle, he cranes his head back and stares directly at you. 

Your hands fidget, words practically begging to escape your lips. But you remain silent, merely standing near them as a spectator. 

“They’ve got like what? Two-three years until they’ll disappear?” Hoseok ponders. 

“More like one.” Yoongi states, “And even that’s being generous.” 

“Right.” Hoseok enunciates, a half-smile curling on his lips, “Well, I can’t say they didn’t have it coming. Their past endeavours will surely make up for it.”

“They’re salvaging whatever they can - the head is investing every penny he has into his stocks to raise the company’s value and has done whatever it takes to ensure nothing crumbles down!” 

Small huffs are leaving your lips, your chest rising and falling. All eyes remained glued to you, a range of perplexment and stunned expressions greeting you. 

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, “The head is trying to raise the company’s value?” 

Taehyung leans forward, resting a hand underneath his chin, “With his stocks?” 

Your heart drops, “I-I’ve admired my father’s work a lot.” Breath growing thin, you meekly whisper, “He’s still trying....” 

Looking up, you notice all the shareholders still appear dismayed with your sudden outburst. However, the person you least expected to intervene, steps forward. 

“Do you think there’s a chance the company can be saved?” 

You’re taken aback with Namjoon's sudden question, wondering if he was perhaps throwing on a facade in front of key members of his company. He leans closer to you, eyes desperately searching around your features like he was searching for an answer he had long lost hope for. 

You slowly nod, and he exhales in relief, “What is your father planning to do if he can’t salvage enough money? Does he have a back up plan?” 

“Namjoon.” Hoseok hisses, akin to a warning tone. Namjoon doesn’t pay any attention though, his eyes remaining on you. 

In that one moment, it strikes you that the road to the shareholders is farther than you could have even imagined, but there’s a much simpler road, one that has always presented itself to you and that has the potential of being even safer and rewarding.

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Kiryu & Oda - Is Tachibana Real Estate a Good Company? [RGGO]

Starting April, RGG Online has looped back to Y0 events and cards. This 2-part scratchcard mini-event features Oda “April Fools” Jun and Kiryu “asks way too many questions” Kazuma, two real estate agents who may or may not be doing real estate stuff while they pose like runway models and eat delicious ramen together :D

Some of you may be wondering why I seem to randomly insert them screenshots in the text. Usually other than showing new characters, I put them in when there’s a change in the facial expression / tone. It’s harder to tell with these Dragon Engine avatars, but they do still make :0 or :) faces (like when Oda says Kiryu’s being cute lol)

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PROLOGUE

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One day in 1988. In Kamurocho, various speculations revolve around “The Empty Lot”. Meanwhile, Kiryu, who decided to join hands with Tachibana Real Estate, meets up with Oda to discuss the future . . .

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Kiryu: “So? What should I do from here on out?”

Oda: “Your fingerprints were lifted from the corpse in the Empty Lot. The police are spinning it in various ways. So I think you should wait until the president gives instructions.”

Kiryu: “All right. But before I cooperate, there’s something I need to know. Does your company, Tachibana Real Estate, do anything other than landgrabbing?”

Oda: “Why do you care about that?”

Kiryu: “It’s not a big deal. But I still don’t know you very well.”

Oda: “It’s as if you don’t believe in us.”

Kiryu: “Whatever you’re doing, I don’t mind.”

Oda: “Hm. Then follow me.”

Kiryu: “?”

Oda: “I’ll show you what you want. The other work we do besides landgrabbing.”

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Oda: “We’ve arrived.”

Kiryu: “. . . Isn’t this Hideya? This is a long-established ramen shop in Champion District.”

Oda: “You’re well informed. As expected of a yakuza of the Dojima Family with roots in Kamurocho.”

Kiryu: “‘Former’ yakuza.”

Oda: “How rude of me.”

Kiryu: “So? What’s wrong with Hideya?”

Oda: “Take a look inside.”

Kiryu: “. . . What’s this?”

Oda: “As you can see, Hideya’s been in a slump these days.”

Kiryu: “What happened? Did the taste quality drop while I wasn’t there?”

Oda: “Why don’t you check for yourself? I’ll treat you, so try eating it.”

Kiryu: “I’m not owing you a debt of gratitude for the treat.”

Oda: “Heh. That’s cute.”

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Oda: “Sorry for the disturbance.”

Shop Manager: “Welcome! Ah, Oda-san. And also Kiryu-san.”

Kiryu: “Long time no see, shop manager.”

Oda: “Shop manager, some ramen. Is that all right with you?”

Kiryu: “Yeah.”

Shop Manager: “On it!”

Oda: “It’s not a pretty shop, but it’s a shop that stood the test of time, isn’t it?”

Kiryu: “The shop’s appearance doesn’t matter as long as you can have something to eat.”

Oda: “Hm. Is that so.”

Shop Manager: “Yes, the ramen you waited for!”

Oda: “Shall we eat now?”

Kiryu: “. . . Yeah.”

Kiryu: “. . . !!”

Oda: “How is it? Did the taste quality go down?”

Kiryu: “No . . . it’s good. It’s been a while since I ate it, but it tastes the same as before.”

Oda: “Right? As far as I know, Hideya’s ramen is so delicious that it’s worth three 3 fingers in Kamurocho.”

Kiryu: “But then why aren’t there many customers?”

Shop Manager: “Ahaha, you sure can say it frankly.”

Kiryu: “Ah . . . , no . . .”

Shop Manager: “It’s okay. Because it’s true.”

Kiryu: “. . . I’m sorry.”

Oda: “So shop manager, is it true you want to close the shop and sell the land here?”

Shop Manager: “With only these many customers coming in . . . The cost of the ingredients wasted everyday is not a trivial matter . . .”

Oda: “Is that really okay?”

Shop Manager: “Certainly it’s painful that the smiles of the customers who ate our ramen can’t be seen anymore.  . . . the time has come, I’m sure.”

Kiryu: “. . .”

Oda: “I understand . . . If you want to sell the land, please contact us. We will purchase it at a higher price than other companies.”

Shop Manager: “. . . Yeah. When that time comes, I will consult you.”

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Kiryu: “Did we really go just to find out if you could buy Hideya’s land?”

Oda: “Who knows, Kiryu-kun. now listen up.”

Kiryu: “. . .”

Oda: “How about we start at the top? Did you know that the reason why customers don’t come to Hideya is not because of the taste?”

Kiryu: “Yeah. If it tastes like that, more customers should be coming in. There has to be other reasons why the customers don’t come.”

Oda: “Spot on.”

Kiryu: “What on earth is it? What is the real reason why Hideya doesn’t have customers?”

Oda: “Hideya has been receiving harassment. The Tojo Clan subsidiary, Moriguchi Family, wants to get their hands on the shop’s land.”

Kiryu: “What did you say?”

Oda: “To strengthen their claim, they have bad guys hanging out in front of the store . . . because of these guys, the regulars steer clear of Hideya. Still, the manager of Hideya manages to keep the shop open. Until that ramen shop, which is across the street . . .”

Kiryu: “Across the street? Is that the shop with a long line?”

Oda: “It’s a recently opened shop. That shop has been robbing Hideya of customers.”

Kiryu: “Is it really delicious?”

Oda: “Not at all. You can see at first glance that it’s of lesser quality. It’s not a taste that can compete with Hideya.”

Kiryu: “Then why do they get so many customers?”

Oda: “The ramen there is 100 yen per bowl.”

Kiryu: “100 yen?! Can they make it at such price?”

Oda: “That shop has no intention of making a profit from ramen.”

Kiryu: “. . . No way, is that ramen shop . . . ?”

Oda: “Yeah. No matter how much harassment they do, they won’t evict Hideya— so it’s a ramen shop run by the Moriguchi Family, started just to rob Hideya of customers. Attacking a small shop while backed up with abundant funds . . . it’s a dirty trick. But if you ask, they’ll just say the customers are satisfied with their low price. It’s a corporate effort. What they’re doing isn’t illegal or anything.”

Kiryu: “Cheaters.”

Oda: “I agree with you.”

Kiryu: “But is Tachibana Real Estate also aiming for that land? After all, you guys have the same goal.”

Oda: “Would you prefer being with those guys?”

Kiryu: “Is it any different?”

Oda: “Hasn’t it been mentioned before? It’s our president’s policy. Protecting the land of the Champion District.”

Kiryu: “I see . . . so how are you going to protect Hideya’s land?”

Oda: “First of all, we will hold a scratch event. Of course I’ll shoulder the full cost.”

Kiryu: “Scratch event?”

Oda: “Distribute scratchcard tickets to customers who order ramen. It’s an event where you might get a wonderful prize if you win. Customers will be enticed by the expensive prizes, and once they taste Hideya’s ramen, they’ll become regulars. If the regulars spread the word around, the customers will surely return to Hideya. That’s the aim.”

Kiryu: “I see. But I don’t understand.”

Oda: “Hm?”

Kiryu: “No matter Tachibana’s policy, does Tachibana Real Estate do things that aren’t profitable? Would it be profitable for the company to protect a crushed ramen shop?”

Oda: “The president says that blocking the interest of competitors is one of the good management strategies.”

Kiryu: “I don’t know how difficult that is, but okay. But there’s one more thing I don’t understand.”

Oda: “What?”

Kiryu: “You, Oda. Are you cooperating this time because you were told to by Tachibana?”

Oda: “Of course. I’m an employee of Tachibana Real Estate, aren’t I? That person’s words are absolute.”

Kiryu: “Then what about your true intentions? After all, you also want to grab Hideya’s land, right?”

Oda: “Well, if you shut down Hideya and turn it into a sex shop, you can expect quite the profit every month. But it’s a bit of a problem for me to not be able to eat Hideya’s ramen. After all, I’m a regular at that shop. I won’t be able to eat there twice a week and relax.”

Kiryu: “. . . Heh. That kind of reason is something I can trust. So when will you start the event?”

Oda: “Tomorrow. We should do it as soon as possible.”

Kiryu: “Got it. What should I do?”

Oda: “Take the scratchcard tickets from the office to Hideya. I’ll inform the shop manager about the campaign.”

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Kiryu: “Shop manager. I brought the scratchcard tickets from Tachibana Real Estate office.”

Shop Manager: “Sorry, Kiryu-san. To do this for this place . . .”

Kiryu: “Don’t worry about it. Because I like this place too.”

Shop Manager: “. . .”

Kiryu: “What’s wrong? Your face looks gloomy.”

Shop Manager: “It’s my first time holding an event, I don’t know if it will work . . .”

Kiryu: “The event will just be a chance to get to know Hideya’s ramen. It’s like a bonus.”

Shop Manager: “. . . Yeah. I know that . . .”

Kiryu: “Have confidence. I’m sure everyone will accept Hideya’s ramen.”

Shop Manager: “. . . Understood. I’ll do my best!”

Kiryu: “Then I can take my leave?”

Shop Manager: “Yeah, leave it to me tomorrow!”

{The door closes behind Kiryu as he leaves.}

Shop Manager: “Alright, preparations are done. Do I have a little rest before tomorrow?”

{The door opens again.}

Moriguchi: “Oh, sorry for the disturbance.”

Shop Manager: “Y-You, Moriguchi-san?!”

Moriguchi: “Hideya-san, what kind of event are you doing? If it’s something to do with these scratchcards, you might as well give up, it’ll end all the same.”

Shop Manager: “I-It doesn’t matter to you.”

Moriguchi: “I want us to have a great relationship. It’s about time you rethink getting along with us.  . . . Oh, do it.”

Yakuza: “Yes sir!”

{The sound of furniture breaking is heard as the yakuza swings around his sledgehammer.}

Shop Manager: “Wh-What are you doing?! St-Stop it!”

Moriguchi: “Joining hands with Tachibana Real Estate . . . it’s natural to feel hurt when you make light of yakuza.”

Shop Manager: “U-Uugh . . .”

Yakuza: “Boss, what do we do with these?”

Moriguchi: “Ah? Scratchcard tickets . . . It won’t be needed for a shop that will be shut down soon. Would you like to use it for a sideshow entertainment? It’ll make for a good prize.”

Shop Manager: “I-If you take that, the event will . . . !”

Moriguchi: “Shut up, fool!”

{Moriguchi punches the shop manager, causing him to collapse.}

Shop Manager: “Guh!”

Moriguchi: “To really go through all that unnecessary effort . . . Alright, let’s go.”

Yakuza: “Yes sir.”

{The door closes as the two yakuza leave.}

Shop Manager: “Damn it . . . damn it . . . !”

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|Next morning.|

Kiryu: (It’s about time for the shop manager to be preparing to open. Maybe I can help with something.)

Kiryu: “Hm . . . ? Th-This is?!”

Oda: “Kiryu, you arrived!”

Kiryu: “What on earth happened? Hideya has been messed up.”

Oda: “It’s the Moriguchi Family. It seems they broke into Hideya last night. The shop has been messed up, and the shop’s earnings and scratchcard tickets have been taken away.”

Kiryu: “What did you say?! What about the shop manager?”

Oda: “Being treated at the hospital right now. It’s not a major injury since he only received a few hits. However, his heart is hurt . . .”

Kiryu: “. . .”

Oda: “For now, let’s clean up the shop. It may be time for business, but the event is . . .”

Kiryu: “. . . The event can be held as long as the scratchcards come back.”

Oda: “Where are you going? The Moriguchi Family?”

Kiryu: “Yeah. I know the location of the Moriguchi Family.”

Oda: “I’ll go too. This time even I’m pissed off.”

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Oda: “Hello.”

Moriguchi: “If I’m not mistaken, ain’t you the fellows from Tachibana Real Estate? What’s this about?”

Kiryu: “We came to get the scratchcards back.”

Moriguchi: “Haw, you mean these scratchcards? Even though the shop is about to be crushed, you still have the insolence to think about events . . . But without these crucial tickets, the event won’t unfold, ain’t that right?”

Kiryu: “Return the tickets quietly. That way, I won’t have to do much to you.”

Moriguchi: “How are you two going to deal with this many people? It makes me laugh! I’m beating the fear of the yakuza into your body!”

Kiryu: “It’s easy to boast. Bring it on.”

Moriguchi: “Fine! Oi, you guys! Don’t hesitate! Do in this impertinent fool!”

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-END-

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EPILOGUE

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Moriguchi: “Wh-What are these guys. Mo-Monsters?!”

Oda: “Isn’t calling us monsters a bit much?”

Moriguchi: “Eh? So-Sorry . . . !”

Kiryu: “Oi.”

Moriguchi: “Ye-Yes?”

Kiryu: “You’re not meddling with Hideya again, are you?”

Oda: “You understand exactly what will happen if you start, right?”

Moriguchi: “O-Of course! I-I will never do it again!”

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Customer A: “Ramen and one drink.”

Shop Manager: “Yes!”

Customer B: “A large serving of Chashu Ramen!”

Shop Manager: “Yes! Please wait a moment!”

{The door opens.}

Kiryu: “Shop manager, is your body okay?”

Shop Manager: “Yeah, Kiryu-san! Thanks to you I’m full of life!”

Kiryu: “Hm, I see. The event seems to be going well.”

Shop Manager: “When was the last time the shop has been this busy? I really thank you!”

Kiryu: “That’s great. But now things are just getting started. After all, the reputation of Hideya’s ramen will echo throughout Kamurocho. You’ll be really busy starting tomorrow.”

Shop Manager: “Yeah. That’s what I desire!”

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Oda: “Yo. How was it? How’s the shop manager?”

Kiryu: “Working happily. He gives his best regards.”

Oda: “That’s good.”

Kiryu: “Apparently you’re not the money-grubbers you seem to be.”

Oda: “Ha? What’s that? This matter is also business. Helping out Hideya will reduce the power of rival organizations. It would be profitable for Tachibana Real Estate in the long run.”

Kiryu: “. . . Heh. I see.”

Oda: “What’s that. Anyway, the job is done. Let’s eat. But it’s not my treat.”

Kiryu: “Yeah, I’ll go with you.”

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“so what are you? sophomore? freshman?”. bria asks, stuffing her foot into her platformed converse. gabrielle nods, folding a shirt and inserting it into her drawer. “wow I wasn’t expecting them to give me a freshman for a roommate”. she scoffs kind of smug. “is that a problem?”. gabrielle speaks up, pushing a puffy curly strand of hair over to the other side of her head. bria only grinned and shook her head no. “nah. that just means I have a lot to teach you”.

“teach me?”.

“yeah”, bria agrees, in the mirror coating her lips with gloss. bria was a dark skinned five foot eight beauty. if gabrielle didn’t know any better she’d mistake her for a model almost. she had gorgeous curly afro hair, similar to that of a lion’s mane. gabrielle hadn’t saw much of her wardrobe yet but just by the edgy outfit she was already wearing she could tell that her style was to die for. her lips were thick and full and complimented her cat-like eyes well. gabrielle thought maybe she could pick up a few tips from her, especially with makeup. it was so perfect she could feel herself shrinking into her own insecurities. she thought she was pretty decent looking but no where near bria's level. gabrielle herself had honey brown skin, big brown curly hair with lots of volume. heart shaped lips. large brown wistful eyes with clear glasses frames worn over them. she was sort of chubby. her physique wasn't something she saw as a win in her eyes. her chest was average sized and her ass was there yet barely visible. and her waist definitely wasn't as snatched as bria's. but still, if she was going to be in college amongst those who looked different from her she had to try and gain some type of confidence about herself.

“what is there to teach me?”.

bria scoffs again, screwing the cap back onto her gloss. “you don’t want to know what it’s like to live the life here? trust me girl I’m almost a senior I can teach you a few things”.

“like what? if you’re talking about partying and all that I’m going to have to pass. I just got here and I don’t want to be running into trouble”.

“girl how is partying going to get you in trouble? you’re grown now. you don’t have you parents watching over you anymore. you can be free and do what you want to do”.

gabrielle grabs another shirt. “yeah but suppose one of ya’ll do some illegal shit? and then what? I can’t tell the cops that I wasn’t involved because I’m just a freshman. I’m going to jail right with ya’ll”.

bria tilts her head back and laughs. “you’re a trip if you think we ever do illegal shit and get caught”.

gabrielle shuts her drawer, moving another box across the room to her desk. “yeah well, I don’t want to be involved anyway. even the risk is too much. plus I don’t know how my boyfriend is going to feel about me out partying with other guys and shit”.

bria made a tsk noise with her lips prior to walking to her closet for her collection of purses. “you really came to college with a boyfriend? just how dumb are you?”.

“what? what’s wrong with having a boyfriend?”.

“girl do I even have to ask? look at you. you’re already uptight. you don’t want to party, you’re worried about what he might think. he already has you right where he wants you. living a boring life like him”.

gabrielle shifts her weight on her feet. “he doesn’t--live a boring life. he’s just protective”.

“tsk. that’s what he told you?”.

“well yeah--”.

“how old is your little boyfriend?”.

“he’s seventeen”.

bria tilts her head back and does that laugh again. the one that made gabrielle seem out out of place. mostly because she didn’t know what was funny to begin with. “yeah he’s young he’s still a senior in high school so what?”. she quickly defends.

“girl that ain’t gonna work. you’re in college you have to level up”.

“my boyfriend is fine. he’s all the leveling up I need”.

“mhm. we’ll see about that. anyways, I’m going to my girlfriend’s suite later you should come”.

“suite?”.

bria rolls her eyes. “girl relax we’re not going to be doing anything illegal. just chilling. maybe a little drinking or smoking but--i wouldn’t call that illegal”.

“drinking and smoking? I’ll pass”.

“you don’t have to do it. you’re acting like there’s going to be people there forcing you. it’s going to be her friends and a little bit of mine. if you want to make some lit friends quickly then I suggest you come so you can get yourself out there a little”.

“don’t worry. I can make friends in my classes”.

“aren’t you a biology major?”.

“yeah”.

“then you definitely need to come. or else you’re going to be playing battle of the nerds these next four years”.

gabrielle rolls her eyes, “what’s your major anyways?”.

“fashion design”.

gabrielle nods her head in response. that made a whole lot of sense.

“so? gabby? you coming or what because if so I want to see what you’re wearing”.

“it’s just a suite gathering right? I’m not trying to wear nothing special. probably like a sweater, some ripped jeans and sneakers”.

“pft ‘gathering’. you are so proper. outfit sounds cute but don’t you want to wear something a little revealing? you need to get a new man”.

gabrielle rolls her eyes. “like i said before I’m happy with the guy I have. and no I don’t want to wear anything revealing, have these guys out here thinking that they’re going to get a chance to fuck me”.

“and what’s wrong with that?”.

“everything”.

“whatever. I’ll be back to come grab you later. be ready.”. bria prompts before swinging a bag over her shoulder and leaving the room. gabrielle rolls her eyes. she continues organizing the knick knacks on her desk, most importantly the picture of her and her boyfriend. she missed him dearly and with her college being two hours away from home she didn’t know what she was going to do away from him from so long. texting and facetiming helped but there was nothing like being around him. she huffs her breath though, trying to push the thought to the back of her mind until she was ready to think of it again.

when she started getting dressed she was thinking more and more about what bria was saying. she wanted to look like herself but she still wanted to look cute because at the end of the day, she didn’t know bria or her girlfriend’s friends. this would be their first impression of her so she wanted to make it count. she pulls a scrunchie through her ponytail in a half up half down hairstyle and throws on a couple of hand rings and necklaces to go along with her outfit. she wasn’t too keen on makeup but she did apply winged eyeliner and a bit of lipstick just to keep herself from looking too plain. she looked over at herself in the mirror almost one hundred times, posing so she could see herself from different angles. she wondered if she really looked as good as she thought she did.

“girl you ready--ou okay! so you want to get a new man tonight after all?”. bria says while barging in, scaring the hell out of gabrielle. “damn can you stop screaming? no I don’t want a new man. I just want to look nice”. bria smirks. “whatever. if we don’t leave now we’re going to get there hella late so let’s go”.gabrielle nods and takes her phone off it’s charger. it was getting kind of dark outside but she could already hearing laughing and playing inside the quads of campus. she figured night time was only the beginning of all the fun.

“so? how is it here for real?”. gabrielle asked while they were walking, bria held her phone in her face preparing to take a selfie. “it’s actually not that bad. it’s just like every other college. has it’s pros and cons but at the end of the day, it depends on who you know. as long as you surround yourself with lit people you’ll have a good time”. gabrielle nods. she wanted to surround herself with those kind of people but she needed to focus on her studies. in high school she wasn’t in the mix too much. so she didn’t really know how she was going to function being around them in college. for the most part she had good control over herself, so she wasn’t worried.

when bria said suite, gabrielle wasn’t taking it quite literal. she hadn’t known the seniors practically had two floor suites together. gabrielle had never felt the sudden urge to rush and be a senior in her life. the living room was full with a bunch of people which automatically gave gabrielle anxiety. bria kisses her girlfriend on the lips before intertwining her fingers with hers. “babe this is my roommate gabby. gabby this is my girlfriend diamond”. gabrielle gave her a shy greeting trying to figure out if everyone bria knew looked just as good as she did. diamond was also a fair-skinned doll. “she’s a freshman I’m trying to make her make some friends”. bria comments. “they roomed you with a freshman?”. diamond asks. “right? that’s what I thought. but don’t worry she’s gonna be lit soon”. gabrielle rolls her eyes and scans around the room. there were people in the living room and kitchen it seemed. there was music playing and some of them was drinking and/or smoking and some weren’t which gabrielle liked.

when scanning though she wasn’t expecting her eyes to land on a certain someone, or rather, a certain someone’s eyes to be landed on her. his hair was black and long down the nape of his neck and over his eyes a bit. he wore a black hoodie, black jeans and sneakers. his overall aesthetic was dark gabrielle noticed, he also had a couple of finger nails painted black and a large cuban linked necklace peeking from his hoodie collar. his lips were pink and supple and his eyes were deep set and light brown, boring into hers. needless to say gabrielle thought he was the most gorgeous thing she’s ever laid her eyes on. she looks away to avoid his gaze and he smirks in response.

bria went around introducing her to everyone before going elsewhere with diamond. it kind of scared gabrielle because now she was forced to fiend for herself. everyone seemed considerably chill though and welcoming, offering her blunts and drinks to which she kindly declined. they didn’t seem to care, instead talked to her about other things like asking her her major and telling her how pretty she was. and every so often she’d try to join in the conversation to stay on her toes. she thought college gatherings would be much more crazier than this, maybe some project X party type of scene. she was shocked to see how cool they actually were, and how easily she clicked with them. things didn’t start getting a little wilder until later when a bunch of them gathered in the middle of the floor to play a drunk spin the bottle game. something gabrielle declined also, well, her and others. specifically that guy that was staring at her earlier, whom was leaning on the wall talking to some of his friends. his eyes broke away from them and fled to her every so often, admiring how pretty she was. and if anyone knew heuning kai, which everyone had, they knew that girls like gabrielle were the type of girls he aimed for.

“I take it that you don’t drink or party often?”. he spoke lightly, making gabrielle almost freeze in place. his voice was smoother than she imagined it. subtle, yet serious. “um--yeah it’s not really my thing”. she assures nervously, wanting more than anything to detach from his eyes but he was leaning on the kitchen counter near her and he had this addictive gaze that she couldn’t get enough of. not to mention he was six feet even, tall enough to be quite intimidating over her five foot five frame. “what’s your name?”. he smirked a little at her nervous fidgeting. “gabrielle”. he nods. “hm. gabrielle. you pretty. you know that?”. he took a quick sip of his drink and it was there where she noticed the silver rings around his fingers. why the hell was he so attractive?

“thank you”.

“i don’t really do all of this either. maybe we can chill somewhere together”.

gabrielle scoffs. “no, I’m fine. I know what guys mean when they say they want to chill. and I’m not that type of girl”.

“I’m not the type of guy to beat around the bush. if i wanted something from you I would’ve just said it. but”, he shrugs. “I want to hang with you. and if you don’t want to that’s fine”.

she bit the inside of her cheeks thinking, which was a bad move because by the the time she conjured up an answer he already walked off, leaving her feeling kind of stupid and the scene ate at her for days. she kept thinking of other answers she could’ve given him to make her seem less rude. he probably hated her now and thought she was uptight. one thing’s for sure she wasn’t going to tell bria about this just to avoid the teasing and taunting about it all. but gabrielle couldn’t help herself. she found herself wanting heuning kai’s attention. she wanted to be the girl that he desired. and ever since that night it seemed as if she saw him everywhere.

“he’s so fucking cute--”. her seatmate mutters in philosophy, gabrielle was too busy doodling on the edge of her notebook sheet to pay attention. “who?”. she asked without even looking up. “him”.

she shifts her attention away from her paper and captures a sight of kai. his hair was parted over his eyes this time and he wore a white turtleneck underneath a black ripped jean jacket. he still had different fingernails of his painted black, and a thin silver necklace wrapped tightly around his neck. gabrielle watched as his hair sifted every time he walked. he was the type of gorgeous where every time you saw him it was like everything was happening in slow motion. he had the fair share of girls surround him and his guy friends who encouraged him to sit by them. while he was on his way to his seat his eyes locked with gabrielle’s for a swift moment. her heart raced. her seatmate tapped her vigorously. “girl! who was he looking at?! was he looking at you?”. she whispered excitedly. the professor arrives and sits his bag down on the desk in front of the class. “I don’t know”.

“I’m assuming you’re all coming to class with a fresh memory of the reading from last night”, professor witman started, “I want you to take out your notebooks, laptops, phones or whatever you use to take your notes on and I want to ask you this, would you rather be a big fish in a small pond or a small fish in a big pond? and why?”. he takes a piece of chalk and scrawls the letters on the blackboard. “I want you to be really thinking about this”. almost instantly gabrielle could see everyone writing or typing away. but she was too deep in thought. about the question, and about heuning kai. he stared at her like that frequently and she never knew what it meant. or how she could reproach him. she was far too intimidated to. maybe he would’ve shrugged her off. maybe he would’ve just flat out ignored her. he had enough clout and divine looks to deny anyone and still have a line of people waiting to date him. gabrielle just wanted to smack herself. what the hell was she doing thinking about him? she had a boyfriend back home. a boyfriend whose been loving her for almost two years now.

“heuning kai. share your thoughts”. professor witman directed. and like always, but much more literal now, all eyes were on the attractive tall boy at the back of the lecture hall.

“the way I see it it’s kind of like a double edged sword”, he talked with his hands and with certainty, “if you’re a big fish in a small pond you’re among the privileged. you have life going for yourself. you do the best at everything, you’re at the top of everyone’s list, you cross every t and dot every I. life is good. but at the end of the day it’s just because you’re in a small pond. outside of that pond you’re just a normal fish like everyone else. however if you’re a small fish in a big pond you’re hidden. no one really notices you, everyone looks over your intelligence, talents , and wit. there’s going to be people miles ahead of you and people miles behind you. but in this big pond there are big fish that you can learn from and help you overall grow as a person. so even though you’re a small, you’re gradually improving yourself. you’ve made mistakes and you harness them to your advantage. so yeah”, he continues. “I’d rather be a small fish”. all eyes rested back on the professor who nods his head in agreement. quite impressed with his answer.

“well said heuning. well said”.

he began calling on others but gabrielle kept her mind fixated on kai. there was no way he was attractive and smart at once. she never heard of that before. attractive and rebellious yes. attractive with horrible grades yes. but she never came across someone like kai before. she was intrigued.

"cute right? I think I'm going to ask him out". gabrielle heard a voice beside her while she was walking out of class. the sudden voice startled her a little, she wasn't expecting to be interrupted by anyone especially when she was staring at the boy for what it felt like the umpteenth time. she quickly tried to act like she was looking for someone. "ask who out?". gabrielle asks. the girl nudges her, directing her attention to the infamous rebel at the end of the hallway, talking and joking around with some of his boys. "kai", she nods with certainty, "I think I'm going to ask him to go out with me this weekend or something. then again I probably shouldn't have told you that. you probably were planning on doing the same thing". gabrielle quickly shakes her head no. "I wasn't actually I was trying to figure out which way to go for my next class". the girl curled her lips into a dubious grin of disbelief. "yeah right. you're telling me you're not attracted to heuning kai at all?". gabrielle pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "I never said that it's just I wasn't planning on asking him out or anything". the girl hummed. "yeah well don't tell anyone that I'm planning on doing that. I already know everyone else is going to try to rush to do it before I do". gabrielle fiddled with the corners of her notebook pages. "yeah no problem". and with that they parted ways. the girl went to meet him at the end of the hallway and gabrielle walked past them both, trying to process the fact that kai took a quick look in her eyes before he looked at the girl in front of him.

within a few weeks her newfound friend from her biology class observed her well. especially while they were walking in the quads. it seemed as if gabrielle couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. all the while he kept his attention elsewhere, either horsing around with his friends or talking to them.

“don’t tell me you’re falling for him too”. michelle insinuates.

“too?”,

“heuning kai has enough girls swooning over him that they all could probably wrap around this campus”.

“look at him. you don’t think it makes sense?”.

“well yeah it makes a whole lot of sense but you don’t want to get caught up with him. i heard he’s trouble“.

“what kind of trouble?”.

“trouble. why are you worried? i thought you had a boyfriend anyways”.

“I do but for some reason I just-- I can’t help who I’m attracted to”.

“well you need to. he’s no good”.

gabrielle exhales, listening. yet her eyes peered up at the boy anyways. what a mistake that was. she caught him doing the same thing. no smirk, no smile or anything. just a stare that captivated her enough to where the rest of the world blurred around her. she took heed to michelle’s advice for a couple of days, where she only focused on her school work and seeing what her boyfriend was up to back home. he was doing well and from the looks of his snapchat and instagram stories it seemed that he was having some fun of his own. he too was partying and hanging with friends also. it only made gabrielle think about the other possibilities. how was she so sure that he wasn’t with some other girl? or took interest in someone else? everything was so unclear while she was far away. she never took her boyfriend to be the cheating type. but the both of them were living in two separate worlds now. in his world he was still trapped in his high school lifestyle. but in hers, becoming appealing to heuning kai was all she could think about. and she hated it.

she drains the water out of her hair and fluffs it, throwing a bathrobe on to go to her room and study. she hoped bria wasn’t there because she really needed some alone time to collect her thoughts for a while. and let’s just say bria wasn’t the quietest person to study around. she twists the doorknob of the room and jumped back with shock, dropping her toiletries and clothes right in front of the door. it was heuning kai, relaxing on bria’s bed scrolling through his phone as if he belonged there. once his eyes laid on gabrielle’s he covers them with a hand and turns the opposite direction.

“heuning kai! what are you doing in here?”. “bria told me to meet her in here so she could give me the homework that’s due tomorrow. I’m not trying to be a pervert”. gabrielle squats to pick up her belongings, placing her clothes in her hamper and toiletries on her shelf. her heart was pounding through her ears almost but she tried her best to keep calm.

“well, she should’ve told me that. she didn’t tell you she had a roommate?”.

“well it’s common sense that she has a roommate but she made it seem as though you weren’t going to be here”. he says, speaking to the wall. gabrielle folds her arms.

“you know you can uncover your eyes. I’m not naked”. slowly but surely he reveals them, sliding his hand down his face until it was on his lap. their eyes met again, the same heart wrenching stare that they always gave each other at a distance. the one that made gabrielle just want to pass out right then and there. “why do you always do that?”. she mutters breaking the silence between them. “do what?”.

“stare at me. why do you always stare at me like that?”. she swallows nervously, afraid of the answer. “why do you always stare at me like that?”. he replies. she swallows again searching her mind for a response. how the hell does one tell someone that they stare at them because they want to be noticed without sounding too desperate? she didn’t want to sound that way. even though to an extent, she was.

she turns on her heels to place her phone on the charger, figuring maybe if she avoided his gaze she’d be able to think of something. kai licks his lips before he speaks again. “I like looking at pretty things”. by now her hands were practically shaking. she could’ve sworn he hated her by now. “what’s the matter with just telling someone that you think they’re pretty? you don’t think you’re going to look like a creep by just staring at them?”. kai shakes his head no. “whose to say I stare at everyone?”. she reaches into her drawer to grab some pajamas. she couldn’t believe she was even talking to him. “i thought you hated me”. she mutters. “why would I hate you?”. ,

“that night at diamond’s place. you walked off before I could even give you an answer”. kai thinks for a moment. “you made an assumption about me and brushed me off. and I’m not interested in courting girls who don’t want to be courted. so I left you alone”. “whose to say that I didn’t want to be courted?”. she blurted without even thinking. shit. she probably sounded desperate as hell right about now. “so tell me. what’s it going to be? because I’d love to take a pretty girl out on a date tomorrow night”. gabrielle played with her fingernails wanting to pinch herself. or run maybe. either way the question made her just want to curl into a ball and hide. “tell me who the pretty girl is and maybe she’ll provide an answer”. she shortly replies. kai laughs a little. “the pretty girl is you. go on a date with me”.

“mm - how do I know you’re not some serial killer or something?”. kai laughs again and god, how her heart fluttered at his laugh. “wouldn’t I have killed you already? we’ve been in the room alone for almost ten minutes now”. she nods and giggles soon after. “makes sense”.

“so yeah I have a car, maybe you can meet me at the side building tomorrow night? we don’t have to go anywhere far. downtown maybe”. gabrielle shrugs through the fact that she was practically dying inside. “that’s fine. does seven work?”. kai smiles a little. “seven is perfect”.

“damn kai how long you been waiting in here?”. bria marches in, more than late for the time she arranged with him. “since the time you gave me. by the time I turn this assignment in it’s going to be overdue”. bria playfully slaps him on the shoulder before sliding the homework sheet for him to copy out her folder. he laughs and rubs the spot in pain, “thank you mean ass”. she shoos her hand. “yeah whatever. get out my room I’m tired. did you say hi to my roommate on your way in?”. kai continues sliding his jean jacket over his arms before getting up to walk towards the door. he rolls his eyes. “yes I said hi. didn’t i say hi gabrielle?“. he smirks. she tried her best not to smile too hard. “yeah he did. get out like she said though. I’m tired too”. kai laughs and grabs the doorknob, “fine, I’m out”. bria was flipping him off but halfway between him closing the door he gave gabrielle a little smile that made her heart warm, almost as if to say “don’t forget about tomorrow night”.

which gabrielle hadn’t. hell, she straightened her hair hours prior just to prepare. she was happy that bria was out for almost the whole day, leaving her to get ready in peace. she wasn’t quite sure what to wear but she wanted to be comfortable. so instead of wearing a skirt or halter top she settled on a stylish oversized t shirt look with baggy pants and sneakers. and to be a little more girly, she grabbed a small purse. it was weird you know, just leaving her dorm and not having anyone to report to. not having to tell her mother or father that she was going out. not having to explain that she was going out with a boy and not them not having to meet him. it kind of felt nice and it was kind of freeing. she exhales deeply while walking to his car. he was parked where he said he was, in a car that was pretty gorgeous might she add. out of her dorm and now into the passenger seat of his car was an unbelievable feeling. that’s for sure. “you look pretty”. he compliments with a toothy smile that gabrielle couldn’t stop looking at. her cheeks flush deeply. “thank you. heuning”. he laughs at the name and shifts gears preparing to drive. “heuning”. he repeated. “just call me kai”.

“what if i like the sound of heuning?”. he laughs again. “no one does. but, if you do I wouldn’t mind you calling me that. it sounds cute coming from you”. she exhales for the umpteenth time, “please, with the flirting”. she smiles. he was truly killing her on the inside. “where are we going?”.

“shouldn’t that be a surprise? it will ruin the whole date if I told you”.

“how would it ruin the whole date? what if i want to prepare myself?”.

“you will. once we arrive”. she giggles and settles for his answer although she really wanted to know. cutting through her thoughts though was her boyfriend sending her multiple text messages at once. explaining to her how his day went and asking her how was hers. but while on a date he was the last thing she wanted to think about so she switched her phone to silent mode and shoved it back into her purse. “whose that? your boyfriend?”. kai jokes. she sat there with a frozen expression for a while until kai elbows her a little. “it’s just a joke relax”. he laughs. she tries her best to laugh through it when it really kind of scared her. she hadn’t planned on telling him a thing. especially since she really wasn’t obligated to. it wasn’t like heuning was her boyfriend anyways.

out of all places to take her an ice skating rink wasn’t on that checklist. she had no type of coordination, nevertheless skating in a rink full of pros. “have you ever been ice skating before?”. kai asks while slipping the money to the box office worker to pay for their tickets. he gives her a small thank you once she exchanged them. gabrielle shivers a bit, she forgot how cold the rink could be. maybe she shouldn’t have left her jacket in the car. “I have. i wouldn’t say I’m good though”. once their skates were all tied up kai slips his jean jacket off his arms and positions it behind her. “here put this on. you have to be warm when you skate don’t you?”. she shakes her head, “no it’s alright I got it. I think I’ll be fine”. he chuckles. “just put it on. I don’t want you getting a frostbite in here trying to be modest”. she finally gives in allowing him to slide her arms inside of it. it was much more oversized on her and warmer than any jacket she had in her closet. kai eyes the way the sleeves slip past the tips of her fingers, he thought it looked adorable on her.

stepping onto the ice was a brutal nightmare for her. she had no balance and hasn’t been ice skating in almost four years. before she could slip and fall to the ice in embarrassment kai catches her fall and lifts her back to her feet. “baby steps love. do you want to hold my hand maybe?”. her heart sank at the sound of his voice being so overwhelming when he was much closer to her. and as nervous as she was the last thing she wanted to do was fall. so she obliged. she clutched his hand and took glides with him, trying to get the hang of it but it was obvious that she was only surviving because of him. well kind of surviving. once a little boy zoomed past her it went downhill from there. she immediately lost balance and plopped right down on the ice on her butt. “this shit is embarrassing”. she shamefully admits and kai smiles. he squats down to her level and lifts her to her feet again. “it’s alright you just have to try harder.  do you want to hold my hand again coldbutt?”. kai chuckles and holds his hand out for her to grab. she rolls her eyes pretending to be annoyed with him. “not if you’re going to call me that”.

“okay fine. I won’t. come here stop being a baby”.

she takes his hand again and he guides her around the circumference of the rink slowly. she had her hands in front of her just in case though, trying to brace any future falls. “see? just carefully shift your weight around. it’s not that bad”.

“for you it isn’t. I almost died a couple of times. and you laughed”.

“i wasn’t laughing at you I was laughing with you”.

“I wasn’t even laughing!”. she said aloud with a light chuckle at the end of her sentence making kai chuckle as well. “you and bria must have a grand time together with your matching attitudes”.

“oh please. she gets on my nerves sometimes. how do you even know bria anyway? aren’t you a freshman?”.

“sophomore. and I know everyone”. she scoffs. “oh yeah of course. you’re thee heuning kai“. kai hums. “why are you emphasizing my name like that?”. she shrugs. “that’s how everyone else emphasizes it”.

he swallows. “I’m not what everyone says I am”. 

“I figured”. 

“you figured?”. she points. “yeah look at your face. you have too much of a baby face to do anything rebellious”. kai chuckles, “what’s that saying? don’t judge a book by it’s cover?”.

“yeah. I’m just saying. why you single anyway? with all those girls after you”. kai shrugs, gripping her hand a little tighter sensing that she was drifting off and on the verge of falling again. “I don’t want them”. gabrielle makes a pft noise.

“what?”.

“you mean to tell me out of all the thousands of girls that want you, you’re taking interest in absolutely none of them?”. kai looks away for a second before looking back down at her. “I’m taking an interest in you aren’t I?”. gabrielle waddles for a second before standing straight up, trying to glide her feet again. “oh please. who said I even wanted you?”.   

   “why would you be on a date with someone you don’t want?”. she playfully rolls her eyes. “whatever heuning”. he glides in front of her, facing her and skating backwards, holding her hands that way. “how about we do it like this?”. he starts picking up his pace leaving her dragging with him. “wait! slow down a little”. he grins. “the only way you’re going to learn is if you take risks”. she panics. “I’m not playing you’re going to make me bust my ass on this ice”. he grins a little more and completely lets go of her hands skating circles around her making her dizzy and unstable. she tries her best to stay afloat but every time she looked up he was at another angle around her. she laughs. “stop playing! I’m going to fall“. he laughs along with her and continues his 360 circles until she put out a hand in attempt to push him out her way. he instead grabbed her wrists and leans forward so that she was dangling from his back. “come on hop up”. he coaxes, she breathed watching her breath become frost in the wintry air. "I'm too fat for that. please".

“oh shut up”. he hiked her legs up around his waist and dashed around the rink a couple more times, she had to admit it was fun riding on his back like this. more fun than she thought it would be. it was kind of like she was riding on a sleigh of some sort. she was nervous though, she hasn't really been carried by anyone before and it shocked her that heuning didn't care much about her weight. in a way she felt seen. she felt more appreciated. “heuning if we fall I’m beating your ass”. he chuckles. “why would I put you on my back if I knew there was a chance I’d drop you?”. he turns his head to the side to look over his shoulder at her features, never minding the fact that his lips were dangerously close to hers. she melted into the warmth of his eyes. they were pretty. so were his lips. so was his face. his voice was soothing and he was gentle with her. she turned her head the other direction to keep herself from becoming too flustered. “I’m hungry”. she babbles switching the subject of focus.

she begged for the bill but kai refuse to let her pay for her own food. had she known, she would've gotten something cheaper. but nevertheless the black haired boy was pooling out cash to pay for not only his own but her expensive meal as well. he clutches the tray and stuffs his wallet in his back pocket. he shoves one of his fries in his mouth heading towards the table. “are you mad at me coldbutt? I’m not letting you pay for your own food on a date. what kind of gentleman would I be”. he assures with his mouth full. she crosses her arms again pretending to be annoyed at the pet name. it was cute. she just wasn't going to admit that. “heuning i’m not afraid to fight you. you know that?”. he laughs when he sits down across from her. “so aggressive”. she grabs her slushie cup. “thank you though. you’re actually nicer than I thought you’d be”. he chews on another fry. “am I? thank you”. she carefully dips a nacho chip in it’s cheese. “so. heuning kai. if you’re not the person that people portray you to be, who are you?”.  he pulls a couple of napkins out of the dispenser and wipes the excess cheese from the corner of her lips while she chewed. “that’s for gabrielle to find out isn’t it?”. he finished his sentence with a smile so bright it could've blinded her.

and yeah, i guess you could say bria was right. how dumb was gabrielle to come to college with a boyfriend. every time she had a bit of free time she was out, spending it with kai. she felt like she was in high school again, waiting for his texts and swooning over the selfies he often sent her. she thought about him in her passing time. thinking about how she gotten lucky enough to catch a guy like him. as much as she wanted to deny it she was a bit happier too. god, it felt like she was obsessing over some celebrity. she didn’t want to make love and relationships the center of her college life. she came here to study and do well after all. but she couldn’t help herself. 

she scrawls down her biology notes in the cafè with michelle in between classes. she had another class in about an hour or two and she wanted to have some downtime before then. “wait--do you know how to solve this?”. she questions, feeling completely out of focus. michelle eyes her paper and slides it toward herself and nods. she plucks up a pencil so she could show her. the bell at the top of the door chimes and in walks a couple of guys laughing and goofing off with heuning kai following behind. gabrielle’s eyes were soon fixated on his and he notices of course, and gave her a soft smile. she was studying so he didn’t want to go over and bother her. michelle follows her line of sight and scoffs. “gabby are you listening?”. gabrielle nods. “I’m listening I only looked away for one second relax”. she turns her attention back to the paper for a while prior to looking up again, seeing a group of girls surround kai.

he was good looking, it was normal for that to happen. at least that’s what gabrielle was trying to convince herself. but even if she wasn’t fond of the attention he so often got, she had no place to say anything because she wasn’t kai’s girlfriend. he wasn’t required to claim her. technically, he was still on the market. and there was nothing she could do about that.

“I think it could be a good way for you to mingle”. bria spoke in front of the mirror. gabrielle was too lost in her thoughts to listen to her though and once she finally heard the last word of bria’s sentence she jumped. “huh?”. bria turned back to look at her oddly. “girl you okay? you been out of it”. gabrielle sits up and sits her textbook on her lap. “I’m fine. what were you saying?”. “I was inviting you to a party but you seem a little too out of it to come....you sure you alright?”.

“I’m fine I’m just tired. and you know I don’t do parties anyway I already told you that”. bria swings her bag over her shoulder. “well excuse me I was just trying to invite yo-”. cutting through her sentence was a knock at the door. she went to open it and there was kai, hitting her on the head with his homework binder. “bri I need the study guide answers”. she throws a hand on her hip. “when are you going to start doing your own homework? nobody got time to be feeding you sheet after sheet”. she starts going through her drawers and kai rolls his eyes while her back was turned. kai peered over at gabby who in turn was peering over at him. “here. you’re about to make me late”. she handed him the packet and he snatches it playfully giving her a soft thank you. she gives him another eye roll and grabs her phone off her bed. “I’ll be back gabby”. she scurries past kai and out the door leaving him standing there awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“so? how was your day?”. he spoke trying to break the silence. “heuning if you’re going to be into other girls while you’re ‘interested’ in me then we can just stop this”. he exhales, already knowing that was coming. “I’m not into them. I can’t help who approaches me. plus haven’t I told you that I don’t beat around the bush? if i was into someone else I’d just tell you”. he plops down at the edge of her bed. she pushes his thigh with her foot. “whatever”. she turns her body over as if she was preparing to sleep. “aw. you’re jealous?”. he teases. she kicks his thigh a little harder. “stop it heuning”. he rubs her ankles. “my pretty girl is jealous isn’t she?”. she grasps a pillow and hits him over the head with it. he chuckles and caged her body between his arms, hovering over her. she refused to look him in the eyes though. he was much too good looking this close. he twirled his finger around the coils of her hair. “gabrielle. look at me. you know you want to”. he could see the small smile twitch at the corner of her lips. “no I don’t. get out”. he cups her cheek with his hand. “you’re so pretty”. she stifled blushes from rising through her cheeks. she finally turns over with his face just inches from hers. he looked just how she imagined him to be. utterly breathtaking. “I’m sick of you”. she lies, making kai smile. he deposits a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“no you’re not. and if you are that sucks. I wanted to take you out”. she rubbed shapes into his sharp jawline with her thumbs. “hm. where did you want to take me?”. “and why would I tell you that? you’re sick of me remember?”. he teases pretending that he was going to get off of her but she only pulled him back down begging him to stay. “no wait I was just kidding! I was kidding stop”. he laughs at her pleas and takes a glimpse in her eyes. it was moments like this where he enjoyed the silence. the silence that allowed him to admire her in every way that he could. in ways that her boyfriend hadn’t. the butterflies inside her stomach were on a rampage. he leaned in not too far but just enough for her to meet him halfway. he didn’t want to just go for it if she wasn’t onboard. but she was and she meets him with hesitance, shadowing her lips over his. he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, making the connection of their lips painfully slow. but once they touched, magic was there. electricity sparked through her veins as his lips waltzed upon hers, dissociating her from the world and taking her to another reality. a reality where she was finally living the life she always wanted to live. not being known as the smart chubby girl and finally feeling normal. finally feeling like she deserved a love story of her dreams. whenever he broke away her world shattered. but she was always grateful for him distracting her from life's troubles for that moment.

"you ready to go? love?". he questions while still caressing her.

the burger joint was loud and rowdy but that was expected among college kids. the bar was full with drunk students watching the heated sports games and yelling obnoxiously without reason. gabrielle was grateful that was here at least with kai so it wouldn't bother her much. other than the reprehensible students she enjoyed the vibe of the place. it looked like something straight out of a 90's film with the pink neon glow lights and old license plates and polaroids hanging along the walls. "this place is nice huh?". gabrielle nods across the table from him, dipping her fry in the small cup of ketchup. "yeah it is. how do you find these places on campus?". kai shrugs, taking the tomato off his burger. "when you hang out with upperclassmen they show you the hotspots. I mean other than those drunk ass students over there this place is actually nice". gabrielle laughs. she remembers something. "so? when am I going to find out about you?". kai folds his arms on the table. "you think you still don't know me?".

"no i feel like I don't", she takes a minute to swallow her food, "I think you're too perfect. what's the catch? are you crazy or something?". kai laughs at her accusations. "no I'm not crazy. this is just me. I'm really a genuine guy and I want to start something with you. perhaps a relationship if I could". she hums even though it was kind of inaudible over the roaring music. "why me? that's what really raises a red flag in my head. I remember just a couple of weeks ago, this girl from our philosophy class told me that she was going to ask you out and she told me not to tell anyone. I guess what I'm trying to say is, why not her? why not the others". kai waits until his food was chewed and swallowed before he spoke. "what is with you and these others? I told you I don't want them. and the girl you're talking about is clara. she asks everyone out if you haven't noticed. I'm surprised she hasn't asked you out yet". gabrielle laughs a bit. "I'm sorry It's just I'm not the best looking and I know that. so in my mind me and you just don't make sense". he takes a sip of his milkshake. "gabrielle stop it. you're beautiful and I'm attracted to you. you make perfect sense". her cheeks began to flush but she ignored them of course. "well riddle me this because I'm curious. what do you want out of life heuning?". he gives a half smile and adjusts his seating. "I want love".

"love?".

"yes. why are you shocked?".

"most guys want you know, to be famous. to have lots of money. a big ass mansion somewhere. sexy super model ass wife. a pitbull or two".

"that sounds nice. but is it fulfilling though?".

"well...I'd think so".

"most guys want that because they want their ego to be stroked in every aspect of their life. there's highs and lows in life but they don't want to see the low of anything. no one wants to, really. but you have to. and when you put your ego first before everything, you become nothing. while a garage full of expensive cars and a mansion on a mountain side sounds nice, those things get old. I want something that never gets old. something that's timeless. like love". gabrielle's heart flutters and she got lost in the sea of his eyes again. "so above all else, love is what you aim for?". he nods. "i want to love someone the way I wish someone loved me". there was a swift moment of silence before he spoke again. "how about you? what do you want out of life?". she thoughtlessly shakes her head. "I don't even know how to respond to the question anymore after you said that. I'm very much questioning my morality now". he laughs. "what? did you want money and cars and a hot wife?". he jokes while dipping a fry into honey mustard. before gabrielle could answer she was interrupted by a drunk girl, approaching the table and grabbing the hem of kai's sweater before she sat beside him. "i m-missed yoooou kai", she pouts and leans in, giving him clumsy kisses along his neck. he annoyingly pushes her off. "jessica get off me. you're drunk and you need to go home". she pouts her lips again. "when are you coming back to me?". gabrielle was grateful for another guy reaching for the girl's wrists and helping her out the seat. he seemed to be her much sober friend. "come on we're leaving. leave them alone". she blew kai kisses before she staggered away.

gabrielle kept silent while taking a bite of her burger and wiping her face shortly after. kai only stared at her, sensing that she may have felt some type of way about the situation. "look, she's just an ex. I haven't been seeing her at all". she swallows. "I know, heuning. I'm not angry". that's what she said, but kai felt otherwise. he reaches his hand across the table just to intertwine his fingers with hers. "come on. let's ditch this place I got something to show you". she furrows a brow. "this late at night?". he took out his wallet and pooled out some cash to stamp on the table for their meals. "yeah. it's hilarious trust me".

with the utmost confusion gabrielle takes his lead and his word for it. the campus was rather dark at night with a light here and there but lights were often hard to come by. this is what made gabrielle the most scared while she was running through the woods in the darkened quads with kai, with him tugging on her wrist egging her on. "heuning slow down! I'm scared what if I fall?". she whispered with her heart racing and all she could hear was the leaves and twigs snapping beneath her and kai's moving feet. he chuckles. "you're not going to fall stop being a scaredy cat. we're almost there". she tried to ignore every ounce of fear she withheld until they were finally approaching a small light at the side of a building. she was still catching her breath while she was nearing what looked to be a small window low at the base of the building. kai was crouching down right beside it, waving her over and pushing his index finger to his lips to silence any further noise she made. "I'm about to fucking die". she gasps for air and kai shushes her again to point to the window.

she peaks her head in just a tad bit to see a security guard in the back of an empty library at his desk on the computer. gabrielle shrugs her shoulders. "you made me run through the fucking woods just to show me this?". kai laughs and points again. "no look. look at the computer screen". gabrielle takes another look and scrunches her eyes a bit. her heart dropped at what she saw and she immediately tucked her head into kai's chest in disgust. "ew! that's so fucking digusting". kai laughed at her reaction as quiet as he could. "this old guy watches all kinds of shit. felching porn is his favorite". she shivered at the thought. "I just don't see what's arousing about seeing someone suck semen through a straw out of someone else's ass". kai shrugs and peers through the window again. "to each their own I guess?". she fixed her lips to reply but felt something crawling along her leg and she panicked, she gripped kai's shirt. "heuning! something is on me something is fucking on me". he looked down at her body but it was hard to see any creepy crawlers due to the lack of lighting around. "calm down calm down, I don't really see anything". whatever bug it was had quickly made it's way into the palm of her hand and it felt abnormally large and furry. she freaked out, flailing her body around and in turn kicked the window, gaining the attention of the security guard who quickly closed the tab and got up hastily to go outside and chase after them. "oh shit! come on". kai shrieked pulling her upwards to her feet and tugging her through the woods once again. by now she was wiping her hand on the pants of her jeans running as fast as she could go wanting to just pass the hell out.

sweat trickled down her forehead and she struggled to breathe. after moments of running they were finally out in the open in the quads, which was a terrible mistake because their movement set the sprinklers off. she wanted to get agitated but she couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous kai looked trying to block the projectile shooting water from hitting him when his body was already drenched. "heuning stop you look like an idiot". his hand was still in hers when his feet slipped on the wet grass underneath an oak tree, causing their wet bodies to fall on top of one another. they breathlessly laughed at their efforts of trying to get up but eventually slipping due to how wet the grass and the bottom of their shoes actually were. normally gabrielle would get mad about wetting some of her favorite clothes and wetting her hair even. but for some reason she didn't care. kai sat up on his elbows once he finished laughing, taking a minute to admire her even in the messy, muddy condition that she was in. she removes her glasses trying find a dry part of her shirt to dry them with and he strings his hand through her tangled hair. "you look like a beautiful disaster". he commented with a small grin. she blushes trying not to smile. "yeah well, it's your fault anyway. had me watching an old guy beat his dick to felching porn". kai laughs and pulls her in so that her face was adjacent to his own. he brushed his thumb over the tiny water droplets on her cheeks and waited for her lips like he always had. she got lost again. swept into the sea of his eyes and the heat of the moment, clashing her lips onto his once again.

"girl look, there he goes again". her seatmates jeers in philosophy, watching kai enter the room like she always had. gabrielle continues doodling. "you say that shit everyday. give it a rest". she starts eagerly tapping gabrielle in excitement, "oh shit he's coming over here". by the time gabrielle looked up she saw kai standing in front of her, smiling, plopping his things into the seat right beside hers. it took everyone by shock, gabrielle knew it even though no one had quite said anything. but she knew they were surprised that he was sitting beside someone else today. a girl in particular. "why are you looking at me all weird?". he grins before sitting. "I wasn't expecting you to sit next to me". he dug around in his bag for his utensils and notebooks. he was wearing a black oversized zipper hoodie and a graphic band t shirt. looking just as attractive as he did any other day. "I can't sit next to you? were you saving this seat for your other lovers?". when he said that it made her mind resort to her boyfriend, whom she hasn't texted in a while. she quickly shook the thought out of her mind though and playfully punches kai's shoulder. "oh shut up. you're the only one with other lovers here". kai laughs, "see now you shut up". professor witman finally arrives and sits his things on the desk at the front of the room like he always had. he began speaking briefly about the reading from last night. kai rests his head on his hand. half paying attention to what the professor was saying and half sneaking glances at gabrielle, whose beauty he admired so much.

"girl are you and kai... a thing?". her seatmate whispers discreetly. gabrielle didn't quite know how to respond to that. she keeps a blank expression. "something like that, I guess you could say". she responds but still unsure if that was the right answer either. kai nudges her. "so? you and me tonight at my dorm? what you think?". gabrielle was still doodling along the edges of her pages. "I think it's time that I catch up on my chemistry notes once and for all. that's what I think".

"well after you catch up? take your time it's no rush. my roommate is going to be out for the night so. maybe we can watch movies?".

he raised his intonation like a kid convincing their mom to buy them candy at a candy store. it was adorable to say the least. needless to say, she was at his dorm like he asked that night with no further questions. it was kind of fun being out often to be honest. it gave her a break from her studies at least. entering kai's room though was something she never thought she'd be doing throughout her whole four years here. but here she was, plopping on his bed and gazing around at the posters and decals he had plastered on his side of the room. it was pretty neat to be honest. organized too. "you like it?". he questions while standing in front of the tv with the remote controller in his hand. he was switching through the selection of films. "yeah. to be an active student here your room is actually clean". kai chuckles with his eyes still fixated on the tv screen. "what are you trying to say? that I'm dirty?". she pushes her glasses up a little. "no but--the fact that you have time to keep it neat while doing everything you do. I expected it to be a little messier than this at least".

"you really think I'd invite a pretty girl in my room and leave it messy? you're crazy". gabrielle hums, "so what are we going to watch?". kai grins. "I should make you watch something sappy like the notebook". gabrielle scoffs. "please heuning. let's watch something funny". kai continues flipping until he finally settled on dumb and dumber. he sits the remote down and walks to the bed, grabbing the pizza boxes off his nightstand and sitting them between them. "you can eat as much as you want. I think I bought a little too much". she opens the box and laughs. "boy I'm not about to sit here and scarf down all this pizza. I have enough weight that I have to lose". kai chews into a slice. "where?". she deadpans him before gesturing towards her tummy. “right here. you don’t have to act like you don’t see it. it’s okay”.

“well, I don’t. you think every time I look at you I’m thinking about your weight?”.

“yeah. chubbier people have anxiety when it comes to our weight”.

“I think you look fine. And I’m never looking at you like that so don’t worry. eat all you want”.

“I’m going to throw this pizza at your face”.

kai chuckles at her response. “what? why? why are you so aggressive?”.

“you’re sweet. I don’t know how to respond other than being aggressive. I don’t want the moment to get too soft”.

“just kiss me”.

“heuning, that’s a soft response”.

“I know I just want a kiss from you”. he admits, she thought it was kind of cute the way he asked. “maybe when we’re finished eating”. kai held her to that though and made sure she cuddled with him as soon as they were finished just so he could get the promised kisses. his chest was comfy and warm, and she always felt safe in his grip.

she thought for a moment. “heuning?”.

“hm?”. he hummed with his eyes still fixed on the tv screen. she toys with his hoodie strings. “give me three confessions about yourself. go”. he chuckles but kindly obliged. “okay well 1. I hate math. 2. I have a horrible ‘losing my virginity story’ and 3. I think I’m actually a very lonely person”. gabrielle laughs and perched her head up just to look at him. “okay the first one I understand. but you’re lonely and your first time didn’t go good?”.

“yeah. I mean I have friends and everything but. I just feel like I’m not fully connected with them sometimes. feel like we’re all just there to entertain each other. and as for my first time, well. that shit was a nightmare”.

“I feel you. I know the feeling. It kind of feels like you’re just floating. but I guess that comes with growing up. you just have to find your people. don’t think that I’m not going to ask you to share your story though. I’m curious”.

kai laughs. “you’re right I guess I do have to find my people. so far, I think you’re my person”.

“do you mean that or are you just saying that to distract me from telling me the story?”.

“no I’m serious”.

“well I think you’re my person too heuning”.

kai scoffs, “pft. heuning”.

“hey you said I can call you that. and tell me the story please”. kai playfully groans. “no it’s too embarrassing”.

“it can’t be that bad”.

“how about this? if you tell me yours I’ll tell you mine?”. she reaches up to cup his cheek. “how am I going to tell you mine when I don’t have one?”. kai breathes and brushes his thumb over the back of her hand. “you’re precious gabrielle”. she hums while swimming in his eyes again. “why? because I’m a virgin?”.

“no. you’re just pure. I think it’s precious. don’t let anyone pressure you into doing it alright? It’s okay to wait”. gabrielle nods in a daze. “everyone always says that shit. wait until you’ve found the right person. but how would you even know whose the right person. what if you do it and then things don’t work out with them and then you find the right person later on in life”. kai thinks for a moment. “I think it’ll just happen without thought”. gabrielle chuckles. “don’t be cheesy”. he smiles. “I’m not being cheesy I’m just saying. you’re always being mean to me”.

“aw? are you getting sensitive?”. she playfully mocked like kai always did. “no I’m not I’m just saying”. she walks her fingers up his chest teasingly. “my heuning is sensitive for me isn’t he?”. Kai looked rather cute when he was blushing. a red hue splotched around his cheeks. “I’m not sensitive”. she perks her lips up to peck him on the cheeks which he greatly appreciated since he loved her kisses dearly. they made his heart flutter. “kiss me again”. he begged.

“and just where the hell have you been?”. Bria asked finally seeing gabrielle come into their room after her morning shower. “I’ve been here. you the one that’s been going out. that’s why you don’t see me”. Bria gives her the best ‘yeah right’ grin. she continues tidying up her side of the room. “well since you don’t be doing anything diamond is having people over at her suite again. same crowd. you should come through this time”. gabrielle looks in her wardrobe to find some clothes. she felt kind of weary. “honestly I’m beat. I need to nap or something before I do anything else. I don’t know if I can go”. wait. if it was the same crowd that meant kai was going to be there. she quickly changed her mind. “I’ll try to make it though”. Bria tosses one of her dresses in her hampers. “good. I’m glad you’re being more open to going out”. well she really wasn’t. just more open to going wherever kai was. when she arrived he was sitting on the couch in the living room conversing with a few of his friends. everyone was sporadic as usual, either in the kitchen drinking, in the living room, playing games somewhere, or upstairs. kai was more than happy to see her especially when she plopped down on the couch right beside him.

Bria eyed the way he smiled at her and she grinned. “oop don’t get yourself caught up kai! she has a boyfriend you know”. she blurts while making her way upstairs. gabrielle’s heart dropped and her eyes widened. she was lucky no one else in the room knew what was going on so they continued with their festivities. but kai’s smile disappeared. “what is she talking about?”. she tried to wave it off. “that’s just bria. you know she be saying anything”. the cold look that he gave her right after that line made her world stop. “gabrielle? what is she talking about?”. she swallows before responding. she knew she had to tell the truth or things would be much worse. “I kind of.. have a boyfriend heuning but -“.

“kind of have a boyfriend? what the hell does kind of have a boyfriend mean? how long have you had a boyfriend?”. kai looked sweet when he was smiling but god, when he’s angry he’s lethal. his sharp stare could split her in two. “we’ve been dating since high school”. he clenched his jaw. “so you’ve had a boyfriend this whole entire time? and you didn’t bother telling me? so what were you trying to play me or something?”. she quickly grew nervous. “no it isn’t like that I was going to break up with him I swear”. she tried to explain herself but he was already getting up, making his way out of the house with a slamming door.

good. she felt like complete shit. this is exactly what she needed. she didn't mean for it to all happen like this. she was really going to break up with him but it was hard doing that to someone you've been in a relationship with for years. the party for gabrielle was essentially ruined. she didn't even want to be there anymore. well, she didn't really want to be anywhere anymore. kai hadn't responded to her texts and calls for days on end. even when she apologized. and even when she lied and said she broke up with her boyfriend. nothing worked. seeing him in the quads was quite different now, he didn't make eye contact with her even when she tried to make it with him. instead he continued talking to his friends, continuing on whatever conversations he was having. while they were in the library michelle could sense that gabrielle was a little more off than usual. she finally laid her pencil down and addressed her. "alright gabby. what's the matter?". gabrielle continued writing with her attention on her paper. "nothing I'm fine".

"oh please. you've been more down than usual lately. what happened? what did kai do?".

"he didn't do anything. it's my fault".

"your fault? what did you do?".

"he found out I had a boyfriend".

"gabby? you didn't tell him that?".

"it's not that easy michelle. I wasn't expecting all of this shit to happen. hell, I wasn't even expecting kai to even ask me out".

"you've been hanging with kai for weeks now. you don't think you had time to tell him in between any of those times?".

she deadpans her. "how do you have time to tell someone that? in the middle of dates you think I'm just like hey I really like hanging with you and I'm starting to like you but I have a boyfriend".

"you could've said something. you have his number right? you could've made it easier on yourself and said it through a text message or something".

"but I was planning on breaking up with him. i swear I was".

"either way you should've told him".

gabrielle sighs. shit. she should've. michelle was right. but how would the timing ever be right to tell someone that? her mind was swarming with ideas for how she could resolve everything. she waited patiently after philosophy class. even though her heart was practically pounding through her eardrums she exhaled before she approached him down the hallway. for the first time he didn't smile when he saw her. he looked at her as if she was every other girl that approached her.

"what do you want gabrielle?".

"heuning. I'm sorry. that was wrong of me to just continue on with this without telling you. i wasn't trying to be two timing I just didn't know how I was going to do it. when I'm with you I don't think about him, i forget about him".

"I'm glad then. this time away is probably finally getting you to remember him again?". he spoke calmly while walking away, out of the doors of the building and to the parking lot where his car was. gabrielle followed.

"it's not like that. why the hell would I try to play you? after all you've confided in me, why would I play with your feelings like that?".

"why don't you ask yourself that question?". he pulled open his car door.

"you're acting stupid as shit right now. for real. you should basically know me by now. I would never intentionally do something like that to you".

"why would you go on a date with me if you knew you had a boyfriend? huh? when I first asked you, you knew full well you were with someone. all of this could've been avoided if you told me the truth".

"go on a date?". a familiar voice repeated behind her. she quickly turned her head to see her boyfriend, noah.

"noah what are you doing here?".

"I drove up here thinking that since it's been a while, I should take you out or spend some time with you. I didn't think you'd be up here seeing somebody else".

"noah it's not like that I swear to god. we have to talk".

"this is what you wanted to happen right gabrielle? you didn't want to break up with him and you didn't want to tell me so you got what was coming to you. go deal with that. I have problems of my own to deal with". and with that kai got in his car, pulling off and driving away before gabrielle could say anything else. she shamefully turned back to noah who looked so disappointed that it actually broke her heart.

"you promised me that even while you were away your love wouldn't stop for me. and then you go do this shit. I'm done gabrielle".

"my love didn't stop for you".

"you don't do that to people you claim you love. I hope you're enjoying it here". she stretched her arm to grab his wrists but he shrugged her off and walked back to his car, leaving her feeling absolutely stupid by herself. her face felt extremely hot on her way back to her dorm and she didn't want to look up because she already knew her eyes were rimming with tears.

"girl? you alright? what's wrong?". upon entry bria could already sense that someone was off. and since gabrielle was in the comfort of her room now she figured she might as well let her tears fall. "you remember that night you told kai that I had a boyfriend?". bria nods before a lightbulb went off in her head. she covers her mouth. "gabby. don't tell me he didn't know. ya'll was talking?".

"yes. we've been hanging out for a while now and we've been into each other. I didn't tell him about noah. so when you said that it pissed him off. he didn't talk to me for days and then finally today when I confronted him, noah decides to show up and overhear us. he broke up with me. and now kai wants nothing to do with me because he thinks I was two timing him".

out of guilt bria pulls her roommate in for a hug. "I swear I didn't know I'm sorry that's my bad. why didn't you tell me you and kai was talking? you know I joke around a lot. I wouldn't have said shit if he didn't know".

"I was scared to tell you because I knew you would tease me about it and to be honest I was just ashamed of the fact that you were right. I shouldn't have came to college with a boyfriend if I've never really been on the dating scene before. when kai asked me out I didn't think about any of that shit".

"girl. this is a mess and is one of the reasons why I don't deal with men and their attitudes. and if it makes you feel any better I could understand why you didn't think about noah when kai asked you out. that boy is fine as hell".

gabrielle playfully punched her in the arm with a small laugh. "shut up bria. I know and I feel bad. like why would I play kai? who in their right mind would play kai?".

bria curls her glossed lips into a small smirk. "aw? you're in love with kai? aren't you?".

gabrielle ignores her to keep from blushing. " this is not the time. I just got broken up with".

bria laughs and tugs on gabby's cheeks. "aw my gabby is in love! I'm so mad that you didn't tell me about this. how did this all even happen?".

"I'd tell you if I wasn't in shambles. he probably doesn't even want to talk to me anymore".

"girl bye. I don't date men anymore but trust me when I did, one thing I learned is that if they like you they'll never leave you alone. that boy is just a little mad now. he's not going to stay mad forever".

gabrielle moves a pillow to the other side of her bed. "yeah, well. until then I'm just going to go to sleep. I need a nap after this shit".

"aw. well I'm going to get some food later. you want me to bring you back anything?".

gabrielle shakes her head no while clutching a pillow, ready to drift off. she wasn't keeping track of how long she slept but she just wanted to sleep long enough to where she could forget about everything. or at least to where everything didn't hurt as much. when she woke up her forehead was clammy and her room was dark, not a sign of bria anywhere. she figured she stayed over at diamond's. she turns the lamp on beside her bed and was greeted by a food tray container sitting on her nightstand. she didn't know what was in it but she was grateful for bria. maybe she wasn't as obnoxious as gabrielle made her seem.

she couldn't eat though, not right now at least. she couldn't stop thinking about what happened earlier which kind of pissed her off since she thought sleep could lessen the blow. but her heart ached just as much as it did when she was awake. she thought about what bria said. she's right. if kai liked her then there was no way he could stay angry. with that being said gabrielle discarded every bit of fear she had and threw on more comfortable clothes and made her way to his dorm. it was late so she wasn't expecting him to answer but she hoped he would. she knocked softly and her heart pounded with each knock. she didn't know what he would do or even say if he saw her.

to her surprise there was light shuffling behind the door before it opened, revealing kai in an oversized grey hoodie and messy hair. his face was flushed and he looked as though he were crying too. but she didn't want to make any assumptions. he folded his arms, not expecting to see her at his door at all. "what? what do you want?".

"I know you've probably heard this one thousand times from me but heuning I'm sorry. honestly. what I did was shitty. I should've told you. I only didn't because like I said, when I'm with you I don't think about noah, or anyone else for that matter. when I first moved into this school me and noah made a promise that even while I was away we'd stay together. so when I got here i had no expectations of being interested in someone else. but you make me feel things I've never felt before and I didn't know how I was going to tell him that I fell in love with someone else. I'm in love with you. and I'll admit that". she croaked. she didn't want to cry. no-- she was going to try and stay strong. kai starts swiping her tears away with his thumbs.

"don't cry gabrielle. i wasn't doing any of that to hurt you but I was angry because I thought you were trying to hurt me", he presses a kiss into her forehead. "I'm in love with you too". he pulls her in for a warm hug. "cmon. I have a place where we can go to blow off all of this".

and when he said that gabrielle didn’t think he meant the empty recreation center where the swimming pool and gyms were. once he brought her in and shredded his shirt he dived in the deep end in the shorts he already had on, then swam to the shallow end where gabrielle was standing there poolside with her arms folded, grinning at him. he shook his wet hair and combed it back with his fingers. the pool room was warm and she felt comfort in the fact that it was just them two in there.

“heuning are we even supposed to be here?”.

“why would they leave the door open if we couldn’t? I come here all the time. mainly at night where I can be alone. just to clear my head sometimes. you should come in with me”.

“I’m wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. I’m not prepared to get in. plus I can’t even swim. don’t worry though I’ll just watch you from the pool chairs”.

“just wear my shirt. It’s not scary I promise. plus this water is warm”. gabrielle stood for a moment in thought. he could tell she was still trying to decide. “please? I’ll teach you”.

she swipes his shirt off the ground and playfully rolls her eyes. “fine heuning. fine. turn around”. he smiled at that and turned his body, waiting for her to give him the signal that she was done changing. once she had though he marveled over her features as soon as he turned back around. he hated the fact that she was self conscious about her body. especially when he loved every part of her, and every part of cellulite and series of stretch marks that came with it. his oversized shirt dangled just above her knees and she stood there shyly.

“why are you staring at me like that?”.

“because you’re beautiful”. he walked to the pool stairs and held his hand out for her to grab. she did so and felt her body shudder a little at the sudden contact with water. it was easy to get used to since it was fairly warm. they were already at four feet but she was already getting anxiety thinking about sinking underneath the water.

“we can stay here if you want. we don’t have to go to the deep end”. kai informed leaning back, letting himself float on top of the water. “how do you do that?”.

“what? float? just lay back and relax”.

gabrielle thought about it and positioned her body to do it but she quickly got frightened feeling her head almost sink into the water. kai clutched her body just in time. he was holding her bridal style just at the brim of the water.

“relax. don’t think about anything”.

“I’ll try not to think about how a cute boy is holding me right now”.

“and while I’m holding you I’ll try not think about how a cute girl is swimming in my shirt”.

“other than the fact that it’s clinging to my body right now it’s kind of comfy. I think I’ll keep it”.

“go ahead. there’s plenty more where that came from”.

“sounds like I need to go shopping in your closet?”.

“you’d probably wear my clothes better than me”. kai smiles. “look. you’re doing it and I’m barely touching you”. her eyes widened with excitement.

“wait I’m doing it? Oh my god I’m floating!”. he laughs. “calm down before you sink. you’re supposed to stay relaxed remember?”.

"I'm relaxed I'm just excited!". her voice bellowed off the pool room walls and soon she began to quickly submerge in the water with her frequent movements. she hadn't sunk that deep, maybe a couple of inches or two but water still filled her nose and lungs when she breathed it all in. kai panicked and lifted her out the water and threw her over his shoulder, he walked to sit her on the pool ledge so she could take a break from the water. she was coughing and her nose burned a shit ton, she mentally vowed to never do it again. kai pats her back and consoles her, wondering how everything even happened so fast. "you have to be careful baby I told you to relax". he consoles. yeah, she was still trying to get her eyes to focus on earthly things but her ears were open enough to hear the pet name. she got butterflies when she was finally feeling well enough to look down into his eyes.

"what?".

she shook her head, implying that it was nothing. "you called me baby".

"yeah. because you're my baby".

she blushed. "I am? without permission? you didn't even ask me".

he gives her a gentle smile, taking her hand and hugging her torso from the middle of her legs. "gabrielle? do you want to be my baby?".

"yes. yes I'd love that".

he smiles again, the smile that she loved. there wasn't a delay in the kiss that he gave her, it was swift and smooth and he held her close enough to where the world around her blurred and suddenly there was no noise. just the beating of their hearts together, hopelessly, cynically in love.

after swimming she didn't want to leave him. maybe she found herself a bit attached but she didn't care and neither did he.

"I know you're devising a plan to steal my hoodies so. I might as well donate some to you while you're here". gabrielle shuts the door behind her looking over at the vacant bed across from his. "where's your roommate?". kai digs around his closet. "he's probably at some party or spending the night somewhere". he turns and throws a hoodie at her chest and she catches it promptly. she turned to the mirror and pulled it over her head to see how it would fit. firstly, it smelled just like heuning so she was already starting to love it even if it fit a little big. she turned to the side and posed so she could see different angles of herself as she did with every new article of clothing she had. she didn't notice kai lowkey watching from the side in admiration and amusement. she was adorable in his clothes.

her heart dropped when he appeared behind her. she was too busy thinking about the things she could wear with the hoodie she completely forgot that she was even in his room. he smiles sweetly at her through the mirror. "you look so cute". it was hard for gabrielle to keep trying to hide her reddening cheeks so this time she embraced it. she embraced him. she embraced the fact that no matter what she thought she looked like, kai would always see her differently. she embraced the way he embraced her. "thank you heuning". she mutters, meeting his stare. it wasn't a creepy stare but rather wholesome, he saw paradise in her eyes even if it was through a reflective piece of glass. for the first time in his life he felt something. he felt a connection. and she felt his hands encompassing her waist and his lips sprinkling soft, heedful kisses along the expanse of her neck. gabrielle drew in a sharp breath, observing it all through the mirror ahead. she reaches her hand up and allowed it to entangle in the damp curly strands of his hair. her head tilts back a bit further, giving him the opportunity to kiss the places that he abandoned. her heart was pounding but she no longer cared. the butterflies in her stomach was wrecking her much harder. she tilted her head back enough for him to look into her eyes again before swooping in for a delicate kiss that rippled fireworks through their veins. they were stuck like that for a while, enveloping in each other's warmth while their lips moved en masse. it was was one foot after the other until they fell onto the bed, giving themselves to the ardent love that they were yearning for.

when gabrielle awoke the next morning she faintly remembered falling asleep on kai’s chest but it was hard to remember much of anything with the yelling that was ringing through her ears. her eyes flickered open to see that she wasn’t cuddled with Kai anymore but instead gripping a pillow, and kai was at the door arguing with some girl whom she couldn’t see.

“can you quiet down? you’re being too loud”. kai exclaimed, wanting to just shut the door on Jessica’s face.

“no! no I’m not lowering my fucking tone for what?! you need to hear me. shit everyone does. you’ve taken this too far! you need to tell her already!”.

at the sound of her words gabrielle leaned up a bit rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “tell me what? heuning? what’s going on what is she talking about?”.

when kai looked back at her a guilty expression was drawn across his face. he looked as if he wanted to say something, he just didn’t know how. “It’s nothing gabrielle”. Jessica pushes his room door open and storms past him, approaching the bed where gabrielle was. “Jessica stop”. kai warned. but she ignored him and gave gabrielle an angry gaze anyway.

“kai never liked you. he never wanted to date you or any of that shit. since you rejected him the first time he made a bet with his friends that he could get you to fall in love with him and then sleep with you. all this shit is a lie”.

gabrielle clutched the blankets with her stomach churning and hands growing clammy. the walls around her seemed as if they were closing in and there was a large lump in her throat. she darts her eyes over at kai who was still wearing the same guilty expression from earlier. “heuning? what the fuck is she talking about? is it true?”.

“gabrielle”.

“tell me the fucking truth heuning kai”.

he swallows, just wanting to disappear. “it was true at first but—“.

before he could continue she felt sick to her stomach. she was upset beyond measure and instead of staying and listening to another lie she throws on her shoes and grabs her clothes, making her way out of the residence hall and into the quads. such a bright warm day contrasted the way she was feeling. her body was on fire and she didn’t know if whether she wanted to cry or go completely numb. she knew she probably looked stupid staggering through the crowded quad full of students in the midst of their Saturday festivities. gabrielle couldn’t even make it fully out the quad until she felt lightheaded and fell to her knees, puking her feelings onto the blades of grass. she couldn’t believe him. she couldn’t believe he would do something like that to her.

she hadn’t known that he followed her, stopping at a distance once he saw her throwing up. “gabrielle none of that shit is true anymore. here let me help you”. he reached his hand out but she spoke quickly with her stomach heaving. “don’t you fucking touch me heuning kai”. she wipes her mouth and dizzily stands to her feet, giving him the deadliest stare he ever saw in his life. fear and guilt washed over him. “gabrielle you have to believe me”. she draws a hand back and gifts him a stinging slap across his face. one so loud that it drew the attention of everyone surrounding them. kai was stunned, shocked even. he held his cheek in pain.

“that was such an asshole move I should’ve known. I was told to stay away from you and that you’re nothing but trouble but I decided to give you a chance because I thought that’s all that you probably needed. a chance to show someone who you really are but now I fucking know who you are. a lying piece of shit who doesn’t give a damn about anyone but himself”.

“gabrielle—“. he tries to grab her wrist but she swiftly pulls away. “I fucking gave myself to you. that’s something I vowed to do only when I felt like the timing was just right and you took advantage of that didn’t you? you got a kick out of knowing that I was a virgin freshman didn’t you? you’re such a bitch it isn’t even funny”.

“no you didn’t let me finish it was true at first I’ll admit that. I’ll admit I’m an asshole for even devising a plan like that but all of that changed once I met you gabrielle. I fucking forgot about the plan. I meant everything I’ve ever said to you. I want you and I’m so in love with you I can’t even put it into words. please. you have to believe me. I’m sorry”.

she shook her head in annoyance, unable to even withstand the sight of his face.

“fuck you, heuning kai”. she made those words her last before she turned on her heels to cut through the crowd, vowing to never speak to him ever again.

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