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“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

[kentwvynes]

so you're telling me that the clark kent who listens to punk bands and (possibly) has a bong in his room... and the bruce wayne who listens to grunge music and plays guitar.... are NOT in the same universe??

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Miu miu, fw22

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Harvey the cowboy. Photos by Zachariah Schmitt.

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📸@.glenn_dunbar Throw back to the first Miami GP when I had a great 20 min shoot with this guy for a front cover of Attitude Magazine!

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Yohji Yamamoto A/W 2022 | © Sarah Moon

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Elsa Hosk attends the 2022 Vanity Fair Oscar Party hosted by Radhika Jones at Wallis Annenberg Center for the Performing Arts on March 27, 2022 in Beverly Hills, California.

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Role Model (Part Three; What’s Done In The Dark) *ALWAYS READ MY DESCRIPTIONS BEFORE YOU START THE STORY* THANKS XX

Louis De Pointe Du Lac x Black Plus Size Reader

Summary - Down on your luck, completely out of options you’re presented with a once in a lifetime opportunity handed to you on a silver platter but you’re a bit hesitant especially when you find out the true nature of the man offering. You know what they say though, scared money don’t make no money but were you really ready to make a deal with the devil for a quick dollar?

Warning: Sugar baby reader, religious themes, religious trauma, childhood trauma, depictions of mental health issues, depictions of suicide, depictions of religious psychosis, cursing, violence, abuse, etc.

A/N - Please read the warning thoroughly this chapter’s topics are HEAVY but important, especially in the black community which is why i’ve included them but if you think anything i’ve mentioned above is too much for you then PLEASE SKIP, do not put yourself through something you know you can’t handle, they’ll be plenty more lighter chapters and if this isn’t your cup of tea i have much lighter stories in my masterlist. You’ve been warned, also minors should never interact with my posts period, if i see that you’re underage you will be blocked!

Louis wasn't sure what it was about you that intrigued him the most.

Maybe it was the ghosts of your past that kept you up at night, much like his own. Or maybe it was your blind optimism despite all your troubles, how you were so sure that everything happened for a reason and that things would work out in due time despite your track record.

Then again maybe it was how easy the chase felt.

You had a huge heart, Louis could tell that much from just a small peek inside your head. While that trait could be seen as good thing by most Louis saw the faults in it more than anything. It made you way too naive, too trusting, but most of all it made you vulnerable and more susceptible to a trap.

You had only met him once that night and the bar but somehow you felt that, that was good enough for you to follow him back to his hotel room.

He had told you that he wanted nothing more than to chat with you but anyone with proper discernment would know that talk was cheap, someone could say one thing but mean another, they could do the exact opposite of what proposed initially.

Nonetheless you agreed and there you were, in a hotel room with a man you didn't know from a can of paint.

"So you don't actually live here huh, how long you been in town?" You sat your bag down on the desk, taking a seat in the office chair.

"Just a few days, a small vacation I guess you could call it." Louis got comfortable on the sofa, clad in dark silk pajama's, one leg crossed over the other.

You held a hand over your mouth trying to stifle a giggle.

"What's so funny? I'd like to laugh too." He smiled sitting up a bit.

"Nothing it's just that people don't typically vacation in West Virginia." You shook your head still laughing.

"It's not so bad, small town, quiet." He shrugged making his way over to his bed side table.

“What made you want to stay here?” He questioned grabbing a bottle of liquor and a glass, pouring himself a generous drink.

“Cost of living’s low, plus the reasons you explained.” You shrugged.

He nodded in understanding, grabbing another glass and pouring you a drink too, walking back over and extending it out to you.

"Oh no I couldn't, well i shouldn't." You shook your head.

"And why not?" He questioned.

"I got a busy day ahead of me tomorrow, job hunting." You sighed heavily looking down at your nails.

"Oh?" He sat down again, tilting his head in interest.

"My last job let me go, budget cuts." You rolled your eyes scoffing.

"Actually i think i will have that drink." You picked the glass up raising it in the air for a mock toast before downing it.

"And this is me at some sort of festival, that tickle me elmo went everywhere with me my mama was sick of it." You laughed showing him the picture on your phone.

"Are you and your mother close?" He asks after a while.

You deflate a little before masking it, straightening your posture and smiling slightly.

"We used to be when I was around that age but... something happened and it caused a bit of a rift. Don't get me wrong i still love her it's just... lets just say i’m grateful for the distance." You looked up at Louis smiling sadly.

"I didn't have the best relationship with mine either so i understand where you're coming from." He refilled your glass and you gave a small thank you.

"I feel like we're always taking about me, what about you? You got any baby pictures? I'd love to see little louis." You teased.

"Not many baby pictures but a few from early adulthood." He grabbed his ipad from beside him, fingers dancing across the screen for a moment before he passed it to you.

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise as you studied several pictures of him in various different suits, red, white, brown, all complimenting his complexion beautifully, all tailored to perfection, vintage, expensive, exquisite.

His hair was also gelled back and his eyes were a warm shade of brown.

You looked between him and the photos several times, the Louis you were sitting across from and the one in the pictures were two completely different people.

"Well damn you were dapper as hell that's for sure, very fly!" You smiled studying the photographs.

He chuckled shaking his head at your antics.

"Were you a model of some sort? Are these themed shoots? Also you look like you haven’t aged a day god what’s your secret?” You spat question after question at him.

"Something like that, and let's just say genetics." He grinned shrugging.

"Well your parents must be drop dead gorgeous.”You scoffed before standing, attempting to head to the bathroom.

You took two steps and lost your balance nearly falling over.

"Woah you alright?" Louis was by your side in an instant, helping you up, guiding you toward the couch.

"Yeah, no, no i'm fine I think i just overdid it a bit, i should've known better i never usually drink that much." You held your head in your hands. 

"You don't look well, why don't you spend the night here and i'll take you back home in the morning." He suggested slipping off your shoes.

"No i couldn't ask you to do that, you've done enough i'll just call an uber and be out of your hair." You stood again only to fall once more.

"God this is so embarrassing, the first friend i've made here and i'm already making a fool of myself in front of him." You spoke mainly to yourself.

"I've seen worse, done worse. You're fine, please i insist, stay the night here." He led you over to the bed, laying you on the sheets gently.

It didn’t take long for you to slip out of consciousness, chest rising and falling slowly.

The drugs he slipped inside your drink weren’t strong enough to kill you, just strong enough to make you sleep through the night while he took his time.

As much as he loved a game of cat and mouse his intentions were never to harm you, no he was gonna do what he always did, drain you just enough to keep him satisfied and keep you alive, then make you forget.

But in the back of his mind there’s this itch he can’t quite scratch, something that drew him to you more than he’d like and he can’t quite figure out what it is.

Despite how easy it would’ve been to go snooping around in your thoughts and plucking some of your deepest darkest secrets from your head that night at the bar, he didn’t. Not necessarily because he didn’t want to invade but because sometime’s he liked prying answers out the old fashioned way, he wanted to see just how long it’d take you to tell him.

What could he say? Sometimes he liked to play with his food.

But again there was something about you that was bothering him and before he sinks his fangs into you he wants answers, so he goes searching.

It starts with the rooftop incident, your brother’s hands on your back, pushing you off.

You fell with a thud, narrowly missing the concrete down below, your legs dangling off the shrub, one of them broken.

“Mamaaa!” You wailed, the pain seering through you.

Your mother rushed out of the house and straight over to you, cradling you in her arms and shushing you, wiping your tears and promising that everything would be okay.

She looked up at your brother, blood boiling, eyes filled with fury.

After a long hospital visit you were sent off with a cast and crutches, your mother insisted that you get plenty of rest as she led you into your bedroom, your brother not far behind, remorseful, he always was, but that never stopped him from doing it again.

A few hours later you woke up to yelling, so loud you were sure the neighbors could hear it.

The sun had just begun to set and the house was dark, no other light on besides the one in your mother’s home office.

There was a crack in the door just wide enough for you to see inside, you peered in seeing your brother on his knees, shirtless, welts across his chest and torso.

Your mother was standing over him, belt in one hand, bible in the other.

She recited scripture, hitting him after every line.

“I’m sorry mama, i’m so, so sorry, i didn’t mean to i swear, i didn’t mean it!” Your brother wailed, tears streaming down his face.

You began to cry too, hand over you mouth to muffle your sobs.

Your mother just stared down at him, eyes glossed over, almost as if she wasn’t herself.

“It’s just that my thoughts get so loud sometimes, they tell me to hurt people, to hurt myself, i can’t control it, mama please.” He begged.

“That ain’t nothing but the damn devil, but that’s okay, we gone get him out of you.” She got down on his level, wiping his tears, stroking his cheek before continuing.

Your brother screamed out in agony, one of the hits tearing skin, spouting blood.

“Mama stop it! Just stop, he said he can’t help it you’re hurting him!” You cry out limping into the room, standing in front of your brother, shielding him.

“It’s the only way baby, god told me so.” She stared at you wild eyed.

“Please there has to be another way.” You begged, sobbing.

You convinced your mom to look into treatments for him and she did, turns out he had bipolar disorder and acute schizophrenia which would explain the “voices” he was hearing and the things he often saw that weren’t actually there.

He was prescribed medication and after taking them consistently for a few years things seemed to be looking up, he rarely had episodes and when he didn’t it was easier to calm him down, to snap him out of them.

Until it wasn’t…

One night you woke up to the sounds of something dragging across the roof, at first you thought you were just hearing things in you half conscious state but when the noise didn’t stop you became concerned.

You quickly got out of bed, grabbing what you could to protect yourself, your weapon being an umbrella.

You crawled out of your window and up onto the roof.

Once you made it you discovered your brother, all the way on the other side, back facing you.

“Jay?” You questioned, sighing in relief and lowering the umbrella.

He turned his head toward you slowly, and finally you could see his face, he had been crying.

“Is everything alright? You want me to get mama?” You began to walk closer, slowly not wanting to startle him.

He just shook his head.

“There ain’t no saving me little sister, you did the best you could.” He smiled sadly before turning around once more, extending his arms out and letting himself fall forward.

The world around you seemed to stop completely, you moved as quickly as you could but your feet just weren’t fast enough.

The last thing you heard was the sound of his body hitting the pavement, an ear splitting crack, a sound you’d carry with you forever.

Days later his funeral was held and by the end of it you felt like you had been wrung dry, like there wasn’t an ounce of water left in your body, that’s how much you had weeped.

Your mother was acting strange the entire time, even stranger than usual.

By the time everyone had left the house it was late again and just before you got ready to head upstairs for bed you decided to go check on your mother.

She was in her office as usual, bible in hand muttering to herself, most likely reciting scripture.

You walked over to her desk, taking the book from her hands and sitting it down gently.

“Mama please just talk to me.” You pleaded tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“It was all apart of god’s plan baby, the devil had ahold of your brother and he didn’t plan on turning him loose, god did what needed to be done.” She looked up at you, eyes wild, the same look she had that night just years ago.

You pulled your shaky hand from her shoulder, backing away slowly, eyes on her the entire time as she continued muttering over and over, staring off into space.

Once you made it up to your room you closed your door forcefully making sure to lock it.

There was no coming back from this, you had to leave before you met the same fate as your brother.

Louis removed himself from your mind breathing shakily, clutching his chest.

He stared down at you a look of horror flashing across his face, an understanding settling just beneath the surface.

The two of you were one and the same.

How could he let you go now?

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Missy Beckett - Heartbreak High, S02E03

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Cover of Armour Modelling magazine, number 276, October 2022. Artwork is by Shunya Yamashita.

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