#hacker pranks

[scipunk]

Hackers (1995)

[princess-draws]

This is the part where The Hacker dresses up as a serial killer to prank Buzz Delete and Jazz

[fireangel]

Yo, this is even worse....lmfao

Bonus content!

The plot thickens....things got weird......

Remember the phone number from Sidewayspeace, the one that was friends with Garbagexo?

The phone number she claimed she got from a couple of young influencers that came to see her about candlework on Christopher?

(I mean apparently she sold him a Tower candle and did a reading for Scott, and then him and his mother? and had her sign an NDA and he went around bad mouthing her) 🤷‍♀️

So anyway I texted the number thinking "this is bullshit, you can't Spydial a celebrities phone number"

This was sometime around Jan 8-12 2023

Much to my surprise I got a second response

The bit missing in between is where whoever it is responding asks me if I'm using "TextMe" which is the app Garbagexo had mentioned using to text Scott the pics of stuff from the flyers they tossed around Netflix so I'm thinking it's them just messing with me

Now here's where it gets a little hinky.....

(This phone was an old one I recharged and put a prepay SIM into, it also later got hacked and locked....via the screen lock......that I refused to put on this phone when I got hacked on my new one after getting scammed out of money......)

I had recently talked to the "Congressional Lawyer" "J" around this time about the screenshots of the Racist stuff from 🐟 & 🗑️ were still making the rounds and we were both still pretty disgusted by it, so I sent a final message along the lines of "Me and J have seen the pictures and we are both disgusted with them" to vent a bit

Plot twist: a couple of days later he unfollows Jessa & Paul on IG and I'm just thinking.......WTF......

My mind starts churning again.... "J" ........

Or could the letter "J" stand for someone else....

Paul was present when the Tiktokers were around in LA while he was out with Paul, Jessa unfollowed Chris at that point in time after the discovery of the Tiktokers video at the club only to let him refollow later on before the wedding

Influencers in their twenties show up to talk to Sidewaysspeace and she "remembers" the phone number they had for him

Garbagexo comes back later and claims he changed his number because he thought an ex was texting him from a new number?

And then I remember the red panties rumour that included photos........it's further down the page but make up your own mind on that one.......

I just.......yeah.....this one is tricky.......like what......

If you think this sounds weird reading it, try living it

The timing on this bizarre scenario is just astronomical

Like, who the fuck was I really texting???

💜🖤🪽☠️🌟😈

[heesvnqie]

Digital Shadows- Yang Jungwon

pairing: yang jungwon x f!reader genre: hacker x reader, psychological thriller, dark romance, suspense warnings: obsessive behavior, hacking, privacy invasion, psychological tension, explicit sexual content (18+, minors DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it up IRL!), oral sex (m receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, teasing, begging, strong language word count: 9.6k a/n: A thrilling mix of suspense and dark romance, this fanfiction dives into Jungwon’s obsessive hacking of Y/N’s life and their intense, twisted love. Written with vivid emotional detail, it’s a wild ride of fear, desire, and digital danger. Thanks for reading this tale—more to come!

The faint hum of your laptop filled the quiet of your bedroom, its blue light casting jagged shadows across the walls. You sat cross-legged on your bed, scrolling through your inbox, when a new email notification popped up. The sender’s name was just a single letter: J. No subject line, no greeting, just a single sentence that made your skin prickle: “You looked nice in that red hoodie today, Y/N.” Your fingers froze over the trackpad. You hadn’t worn that hoodie since yesterday, and you’d only gone to the library and back—alone.

This wasn’t the first message. For three weeks, J had been slipping into your digital life like a ghost. It started with a text from an unknown number: “That latte art at Brew Haven is overrated, don’t you think?” You’d brushed it off as a prank, but then came the DMs on your private Instagram—comments about songs you’d played, books you’d posted, even the exact time you’d left your house one evening. Whoever J was, they weren’t just guessing. They knew you.

You clicked the email shut and glanced at your phone, its screen dark but somehow menacing. Downstairs, your sister Ryujin’s laughter rang out, sharp and carefree, mingling with the low voices of her boyfriend Jay and his best friend, Jungwon. They’d been over all afternoon, sprawled across the living room couch, playing some co-op game on Jay’s PlayStation. You’d kept your distance, as usual. Jay was fine—sweet, reliable, the kind of guy who’d help with dishes unprompted. But Jungwon? He was different. Too smooth, too sharp, like he was always calculating something behind those dark eyes.

You shook your head, trying to dislodge the creeping suspicion. Jungwon was just a guy, not some shadowy cyberstalker. Still, the timing of J’s messages felt too convenient. They always came when you were alone, late at night or early in the morning, when Jungwon wasn’t around. Or was he? You couldn’t be sure anymore.

The doorbell had rung earlier that day, and Ryujin had let Jungwon in, his black backpack slung over one shoulder, his hair slightly messy from the wind. He’d flashed you a grin as he passed your room, his voice carrying a teasing lilt. “Y/N, still glued to that laptop? You’re gonna turn into a robot.” You’d rolled your eyes, muttering something about schoolwork, but his gaze lingered a second too long, like he was reading you instead of just looking.

Now, alone in your room, you opened your CCTV app, a habit you’d picked up since your parents installed the system last year. The feed loaded: the front porch, empty; the backyard, still; the living room, where Ryujin, Jay, and Jungwon were laughing over a spilled bowl of popcorn. Jungwon’s head was tilted toward his phone, his fingers moving swiftly across the screen. You squinted, trying to make out what he was doing, but the feed was too grainy. Probably just texting, you told yourself. But your gut churned.

Another ping. A new message from J: “Why’re you checking the cameras, Y/N? Don’t trust your guests?” Your breath caught. The CCTV app was still open on your phone, the living room feed staring back at you. You slammed the app shut, your heart hammering. This wasn’t a coincidence. Whoever J was, they could see what you were doing—right now.

The next morning, you woke to the smell of coffee and the clatter of dishes downstairs. Ryujin was in the kitchen, flipping pancakes, while Jay hovered nearby, stealing bites of batter. Jungwon was there too, leaning against the counter, his laptop open and his fingers flying across the keys. He looked up as you entered, his smile easy but sharp, like a blade hidden in velvet. “Morning, Y/N. Sleep okay?”

You nodded, avoiding his gaze as you grabbed a mug. “Fine.”

“Rough night?” he pressed, closing his laptop with a soft click. “You look like you saw a ghost.”

Ryujin laughed, oblivious. “She’s just stressed about finals, right, Y/N? You’ve been glued to your laptop 24/7.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, pouring coffee to avoid the conversation. But Jungwon’s eyes didn’t leave you, and you felt them like a weight. He was always like this—too observant, too interested. Last week, he’d “accidentally” bumped into you at the café you frequented, claiming he was just passing by. The week before, he’d shown up at your house with Jay, offering to fix your router when it started lagging. You’d declined, but he’d lingered, asking questions about your tech setup with a curiosity that felt too intense.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jungwon said now, his tone casual but his eyes anything but. “Your laptop’s pretty high-end, right? Mind if I borrow it later? Mine’s been crashing, and I’ve got some… projects to finish.”

Your grip tightened on the mug. “Why not use Jay’s?”

Jay snorted, tossing a pancake onto a plate. “My laptop’s ancient, dude. It can barely run Netflix.”

Jungwon shrugged, his smile disarming. “Yours is faster, Y/N. I’ll be careful, promise.”

Every instinct screamed no. But Ryujin was watching, and Jay was nodding like it was no big deal, and saying no without a reason would sound paranoid. “Fine,” you said finally, your voice tighter than you meant. “But don’t mess with anything.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Jungwon replied, his grin widening. He opened his laptop again, and you caught a glimpse of green code scrolling across the screen before he angled it away.

That afternoon, you handed over your laptop, your reluctance masked by a forced shrug. Jungwon settled on the living room couch, his posture relaxed but his focus razor-sharp. You hovered nearby, pretending to scroll on your phone, but your eyes kept darting to him. His fingers moved like they were born for this, typing commands you couldn’t follow, his expression unreadable. Occasionally, he’d glance up, catching your eye with a smirk that made your stomach twist.

“Got some cool stuff on here,” he said after a while, not looking up. “Your playlists are wild. Didn’t know you were into screamo.”

“It’s not screamo,” you snapped, defensive. “And don’t snoop.”

He chuckled, low and teasing. “Relax, Y/N. Just making conversation.”

But you didn’t relax. You couldn’t. Not when your phone buzzed in your hand, a new email from J popping up: “He’s in your system now. Careful what you let him touch.” Your blood ran cold. You glanced at Jungwon, still typing, oblivious—or was he? The CCTV app was still on your phone, tempting you to check. You opened it, the living room feed loading instantly. There he was, Jungwon, on the couch, his laptop screen reflected faintly in his glasses. You zoomed in, heart pounding, and saw it: lines of code, a terminal window, and what looked like a mirrored image of your laptop’s desktop.

You closed the app, your hands shaking. “I’m grabbing a drink,” you mumbled, fleeing to the kitchen. Alone, you opened the email again, rereading the message. He’s in your system now. It couldn’t be Jungwon. Could it? He was Jay’s best friend, practically family. But the messages, the timing, the way he watched you—it all lined up too perfectly.

Your phone buzzed again. Another message from J: “Check your webcam. Smile for me.” You froze, your eyes darting to your laptop on the couch. The webcam light was off, but that didn’t mean anything. Not if J was as good as they seemed. Not if J was Jungwon.

That night, you lay awake, the house silent except for the faint creak of pipes. Ryujin and Jay had gone to bed hours ago, and Jungwon had left with a casual “Thanks for the laptop, Y/N. You’re a lifesaver.” But you weren’t sleeping. You couldn’t. Every creak, every shadow, felt like a threat. You’d taped over your webcam, changed your passwords, even unplugged your router, but the unease lingered.

Your phone lit up. A text, not an email this time, from an unknown number: “You’re cute when you’re scared, Y/N. But you don’t have to be. I’m not here to hurt you.” Attached was a grainy image—a still from your bedroom CCTV, showing you sitting on your bed, staring at your phone. The timestamp? Five minutes ago.

You dropped the phone, your breath hitching. The cameras. He was in the cameras. And if Jungwon was J, he’d been in your house, in your life, closer than you ever realized. The question wasn’t just who he was—it was what he wanted. And whether you were scared enough to run… or curious enough to find out.

The next morning, you woke with a jolt, the memory of last night’s CCTV image burning behind your eyes. Your phone lay face-down on the nightstand, as if ignoring it could erase the message from J: a grainy still of you in your bedroom, timestamped just minutes before it arrived. You hadn’t slept properly, your dreams a jumble of code and Jungwon’s sly smirk. Now, sunlight streamed through your curtains, but it did nothing to ease the chill in your bones.

Downstairs, the house was quiet. Ryujin had left early for a study group, and Jay was probably with her. You were alone—or so you hoped. Your laptop sat on your desk, its lid closed like a sleeping predator. You hesitated, then opened it, half-expecting something to leap out. The screen flickered to life, normal at first glance. But as you opened your notes app to jot down your thoughts—anything to make sense of the chaos—something was wrong.

Words appeared on the screen. Not yours.

“You’re up early, Y/N. Thinking about me?”

Your fingers froze above the keyboard. The cursor blinked, then moved again, typing in real-time: “Don’t look so freaked out. It’s just a little fun.” You slammed the laptop shut, your heart pounding so hard it hurt. You hadn’t touched the keys. Someone—J—was in your system, watching, typing, playing with you.

You grabbed your phone, opening the CCTV app to check the house. The feeds loaded: kitchen, empty; front porch, empty; living room, empty. Your bedroom feed was last. You hesitated, then tapped it. The screen showed your room, your bed, you—right now, hunched over your phone, eyes wide.

The angle was from the ceiling camera, its lens unblinking. You forced yourself to look at the laptop. The webcam light was still off, covered by the tape you’d slapped on last night. But the notes app incident told you tape wasn’t enough.

Another ping. A text from an unknown number: “You can’t hide from me, Y/N. But why would you want to?” Attached was a screenshot of your notes app, the words J had typed still visible. Your stomach lurched. This wasn’t just emails or texts anymore. They were inside your devices, real-time, like a shadow moving with you.

You skipped breakfast, too rattled to eat. Instead, you sat at the kitchen table, your laptop and phone in front of you like evidence in a crime scene. Jungwon’s face kept flashing in your mind—his quick fingers on his keyboard, his too-knowing smile when he borrowed your laptop yesterday. It had to be him.

He was Jay’s best friend, always around, always too close. And he’d had access to your laptop, your house, your life. The CCTV system was Ryujin’s idea, installed after a string of neighborhood break-ins, but Jungwon had been here when the techs set it up. You remembered him asking questions, leaning over the technician’s shoulder, his curiosity seeming innocent at the time.

Now, it felt like a setup.

Your phone buzzed again, this time a notification from your music app. A new playlist had been created: “For Y/N, From J.” The songs were eerily specific—your favorite obscure indie tracks, a metal song you’d only listened to once in private, even a demo you’d downloaded from a sketchy site years ago. No one could know this. No one but someone who’d dug deep into your digital footprint.

You opened your laptop again, determined to fight back. You ran every antivirus you had, the scans coming up clean. Frustrated, you opened a browser, but before you could type, the search bar autofilled: “How to know if you’re being hacked.” You stared, your hands nowhere near the keyboard. The browser loaded a page, but instead of search results, it displayed a single line in bold: “You’re asking the right questions, Y/N. Keep going.”

You yanked the laptop’s power cord, shutting it down manually. Your hands shook as you grabbed your phone, ready to call Ryujin and spill everything. But what would you say? That her boyfriend’s best friend was a psycho hacker? That he was stalking you through your own devices? She’d think you were unhinged. You needed proof.

That afternoon, Jungwon showed up again, uninvited as usual. Ryujin and Jay were back, laughing in the living room as Jungwon dropped his backpack by the couch. He caught your eye, his smile as disarming as ever. “Hey, Y/N. Thanks for the laptop loan yesterday. Worked like a charm.”

You forced a nod, your throat tight. “No problem.”

He tilted his head, studying you. “You okay? You look… tense.”

“Just tired,” you lied, avoiding his gaze. You retreated to the kitchen, pretending to busy yourself with dishes, but you kept your phone’s CCTV app open, watching him. Jungwon pulled out his laptop, his fingers moving with that same fluid precision. You zoomed in on the feed, catching a glimpse of his screen: a black terminal window, green text scrolling too fast to read. Your pulse quickened. Was he doing it now?

Your phone vibrated in your hand. Another text from J: “You’re staring. Like what you see?” Your eyes flicked to Jungwon, still typing, his expression unchanged. But the timing was too perfect. You opened the CCTV feed again, switching to the kitchen camera. There you were, standing by the sink, phone in hand, looking rattled. The feed glitched for a split second, and when it cleared, a tiny text overlay appeared in the corner: “Hi, Y/N.”

You dropped the phone, the clatter echoing in the quiet kitchen. Ryujin called out, “You good in there?” You mumbled a reply, scrambling to pick up the phone. The text overlay was gone, but the message was clear: J was in the cameras, and they were taunting you.

That evening, you locked yourself in your room, your laptop powered off and your phone on airplane mode. You needed to think. Jungwon was the only person who made sense as J. His tech skills, his access to your house, his weirdly intense interest in you—it all fit. But why? Was it a game? A crush? Something darker? You remembered the way he’d looked at you yesterday, his voice soft but edged when he said, “You’re fascinating, Y/N.” The memory made your skin crawl, but there was something else too—a flicker of curiosity you couldn’t shake.

You grabbed a notebook, scribbling everything you knew about J. The messages started three weeks ago, right after Jungwon had “fixed” Ryujin’s Wi-Fi. He’d been in the house more often since, always with his laptop or phone, always watching you a little too closely. The CCTV system was cloud-based, accessible with a login Ryujin had shared with Jay—and probably Jungwon, by extension. Your laptop, your notes app, your music app—all compromised after he’d borrowed it. The evidence was circumstantial but overwhelming.

Your phone buzzed despite airplane mode, making you jump. A notification from your calendar app: “Meet J at midnight. Your room.” Your blood ran cold. You hadn’t set that event. You opened the app, and the entry vanished before your eyes, replaced by a single word: “Soon.”

You glanced at the clock. 10:47 p.m. Whatever J—Jungwon?—was planning, it was escalating. You needed a plan, fast. Confront him? Record him? Or wait and see what he’d do next? The thought of facing him alone terrified you, but so did the idea of doing nothing. He was in your systems, your home, your head. And he knew it.

The house creaked, and you froze, listening. Footsteps, soft but deliberate, moved down the hall. Ryujin and Jay were asleep—you’d heard them go to bed an hour ago. Which left only one person who could be out there.

Your phone lit up again. No notification, just a single image on the lock screen: your bedroom door, from the hallway camera, with a shadow just outside.

The shadow outside your bedroom door lingered on your phone screen, a dark silhouette against the grainy hallway feed. Your heart thudded so loudly you swore it echoed in the silent room. The clock on your nightstand read 10:52 p.m.—just over an hour until the mysterious “Meet J at midnight” calendar event that had appeared and vanished like a ghost. Your phone, despite being in airplane mode, felt like a live wire in your hand, buzzing with the weight of J’s presence. You were certain now: J was Jungwon. The messages, the hacked apps, the CCTV access—it all pointed to him. But knowing didn’t make it less terrifying. If anything, it made it worse.

You crept to your door, pressing your ear against the wood. The footsteps you’d heard moments ago had stopped, but the air felt heavy, like someone was still out there, waiting. You glanced at your laptop, powered off and unplugged, its webcam still taped over. Your notebook lay open on the bed, pages filled with your frantic scribbles: timelines of J’s messages, Jungwon’s visits, every suspicious moment. It wasn’t enough. You needed proof—something concrete to confront him with, or to take it to Ryujin and Jay without sounding like you’d lost it.

Your phone vibrated, startling you. Airplane mode should’ve blocked notifications, but there it was: a new text from an unknown number. “You’re thinking too hard, Y/N. Just open the door.” Your breath hitched. You swiped to the CCTV app, the hallway feed loading instantly. The shadow was gone, the corridor empty, but a new text popped up: “I’m faster than you think.” Your hands shook as you switched to the living room feed. There was Jungwon, sprawled on the couch, his laptop open, typing with that effortless speed you’d come to dread. He looked relaxed, almost bored, but his fingers were a blur, and the faint reflection in his glasses showed lines of code scrolling like a digital heartbeat.

You forced yourself to breathe. He was downstairs, not outside your door. But the timing, the messages—it was him. It had to be. You needed to act before midnight, before whatever he was planning came to a head. You grabbed your notebook, flipping to a fresh page, and started mapping a plan. Confronting him directly was risky; he was too smart, too slippery. Recording him might work, but your devices were compromised. You needed something he couldn’t hack—something analog.

You tiptoed downstairs, avoiding the creaky third step. The living room was dimly lit, the TV casting a flickering glow across Jungwon’s face. He didn’t look up as you entered, but his lips twitched into a faint smirk. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice low, almost playful.

“Something like that,” you replied, keeping your distance. You clutched your phone, the CCTV app still open in the background, showing the kitchen feed now. You’d left a small voice recorder—one of your dad’s old gadgets—hidden under a stack of magazines on the coffee table earlier. If Jungwon said anything incriminating, you’d have it on tape, untouchable by his digital tricks.

He closed his laptop with a soft click, his eyes finally meeting yours. They were sharp, like he could see through your casual facade. “You’ve been acting weird, Y/N. Something on your mind?”

You shrugged, forcing a laugh. “Just stressed. Finals, you know?”

He tilted his head, studying you. “You sure? You’ve been… jumpy. Like you’re waiting for something to happen.” His tone was teasing, but there was an edge to it, a challenge. Your skin prickled. He knew you were onto him, didn’t he?

Before you could respond, your phone buzzed again. You glanced down, unable to stop yourself. A new email from J: “You’re cute when you play detective. Check your notes app.” Your stomach dropped. You hadn’t opened the notes app since this morning, when it had typed on its own. Against your better judgment, you swiped it open. A new note was there, timestamped seconds ago: “Stop trying to outsmart me, Y/N. You’re making this too easy.”

You looked up, and Jungwon was watching you, his smirk wider now. “Problem?” he asked, his voice dripping with mock concern.

“You tell me,” you shot back, your voice sharper than you meant. His eyebrows raised, but he didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, like you’d just made the game more interesting.

“Careful, Y/N,” he said softly. “You’re starting to sound paranoid.”

You wanted to snap at him, to demand answers, but Ryujin’s voice cut through from upstairs. “Y/N? Jungwon? You guys still up?” You heard her footsteps descending, and Jungwon leaned back, his expression shifting to innocent in a heartbeat.

“Just chilling,” he called back, winking at you. Ryujin appeared, yawning, her hair messy from sleep. She glanced between you and Jungwon, oblivious to the tension.

“Go to bed, Y/N,” she said, grabbing a glass of water. “You look like a zombie.”

You muttered a goodnight and retreated, your mind racing. Jungwon’s eyes followed you until you were out of sight.

Back in your room, you locked the door and checked the CCTV feed again. Jungwon was still on the couch, but his laptop was open again, and he was typing. You zoomed in, catching a glimpse of a terminal window, but the text was too small to read. Your phone buzzed, another text: “You forgot to check your browser history.” Dread pooled in your chest. You opened your laptop, powering it on despite every instinct screaming not to. The browser loaded, and the history showed searches you hadn’t made: “How to secure a webcam,” “Signs of remote access,” “CCTV vulnerabilities.” All timestamped from the last hour, while you were downstairs.

Your hands trembled as you opened the notes app again. Another new note: “You’re getting warmer, Y/N. But you’re still not fast enough.” You slammed the laptop shut, your breath ragged. He was toying with you, leaving breadcrumbs to prove he could reach you anywhere, anytime.

You grabbed the voice recorder from the living room when Jungwon stepped out to use the bathroom, praying it had caught something. You played it back, but it was just static and snippets of your conversation—nothing damning. Either he hadn’t said anything incriminating, or he’d known the recorder was there. You wouldn’t put it past him.

The clock ticked closer to midnight. You sat on your bed, knees pulled to your chest, staring at the locked door. Your phone was off now, battery removed for good measure. The laptop was unplugged, stashed under your bed. But the CCTV camera in the corner of your room felt like an eye, unblinking and merciless. You’d covered it with a scarf, but it didn’t feel like enough.

At 11:58 p.m., a soft knock came at your door. You froze, your heart in your throat. “Y/N?” Jungwon’s voice, low and calm, seeped through the wood. “You awake?”

You didn’t answer, your eyes locked on the doorknob. It didn’t turn, but your phone—off, battery out—somehow lit up on the nightstand. The screen displayed a single word: “Open.”

You stood, legs shaky, and backed away from the door. Another knock, sharper this time. “Come on, Y/N,” Jungwon said, his tone still light but with a hint of impatience. “I just want to talk.”

You swallowed, your voice barely a whisper. “It’s late, Jungwon. I’m tired.”

A pause, then a soft laugh. “You’re not tired. You’re scared.” He said it like a fact, not a question. “But you don’t have to be. I’m not the bad guy here.”

Your notebook was still open on the bed, and you glanced at it, at the list of J’s messages. Every instinct screamed that Jungwon was J, but a tiny, reckless part of you wondered if you were wrong. If he was just a guy, teasing you, flirting in his weird, intense way. You shook your head. No. The hacked apps, the CCTV, the real-time taunts—it was too much for coincidence.

“I’m not opening the door,” you said, louder now, trying to sound firm.

Another pause, longer this time. Then, softly: “Your choice, Y/N. But I’ll see you soon.” His footsteps retreated, and you heard the creak of the stairs as he went back downstairs. You didn’t move, didn’t breathe, until the house was silent again.

You stayed up all night, the scarf over the camera, the door locked, your notebook clutched like a lifeline. At 3 a.m., your laptop—still unplugged—emitted a soft hum. You stared, horrified, as the screen flickered on, displaying a live feed of your room. Not from the CCTV, but from another angle—lower, closer. Your webcam. The tape was still there, but the feed showed you, sitting on your bed, staring at the laptop in real-time.

A text overlay appeared: “I told you, Y/N. I’m always watching.”

You screamed, shoving the laptop off the bed. It hit the floor with a thud, the screen going black. You didn’t sleep again that night, your mind spiraling. Jungwon wasn’t just hacking your devices. He was hacking your life. And the worst part? You still didn’t know why—or what he’d do next.

The morning after Jungwon’s midnight knock, your room felt like a cage. The scarf over the CCTV camera hung limp, useless against the violation of last night’s webcam feed. Your laptop, now shoved into a drawer, was a traitor you couldn’t trust. Your phone, battery still removed, sat dead on your nightstand. You hadn’t slept, your eyes burning from staring at the ceiling, replaying every message from J, every glance from Jungwon, every moment that had led to this suffocating dread. You knew it was him. You knew. But knowing wasn’t enough—you needed to end this.

Downstairs, the house was alive with normalcy that felt obscene. Ryujin was humming in the kitchen, flipping eggs, while Jay laughed at something on his phone. Jungwon was there too, perched on a stool at the counter, his black hoodie swapped for a clean white tee, his hair slightly damp from a shower. He looked infuriatingly normal, sipping coffee like he hadn’t spent the night terrorizing you. But when his eyes met yours, that familiar smirk flickered—just for a second, just for you.

“Morning, Y/N,” he said, his voice smooth as ever. “You look like you didn’t sleep a wink.”

Ryujin glanced over, frowning. “Seriously, Y/N, you okay? You’re paler than my bedsheets.”

“I’m fine,” you lied, grabbing a glass of water to avoid Jungwon’s gaze. Your hands shook slightly, and you prayed he didn’t notice. But of course he did. His eyes tracked you like a predator, and you felt it in your bones: he was J, and he was enjoying this.

You needed a plan—something to trap him, expose him, or at least make him back off. Confronting him directly hadn’t worked; he was too slippery, too good at playing innocent. You needed evidence, something Ryujin and Jay couldn’t dismiss. And you needed it before he escalated further. The webcam feed last night, showing through the tape, was a warning. He was closing in, and midnight—his promised “meeting”—had passed, but you didn’t feel safe. You felt hunted.

You spent the morning pretending to study, your notebook open to a page of meaningless notes while you brainstormed. Jungwon stayed downstairs, but his presence was a shadow, lingering in every ping of your phone, every flicker of your laptop screen. You’d reinserted your phone’s battery to check for new messages, half-expecting another taunt. Nothing yet, but the silence was worse—it felt like he was waiting, letting you stew.

By noon, you had an idea. Jungwon was good, but no one was perfect. If he was hacking your devices, he was leaving traces—logs, IP addresses, something. You weren’t a tech genius, but you’d taken a coding class last semester, enough to know the basics. You needed to bait him, catch him in the act, and record it in a way he couldn’t erase. The voice recorder hadn’t worked, but maybe something simpler would.

You grabbed an old USB drive from your desk, one you hadn’t used in years. It was clean, unconnected to any network. You plugged it into your laptop, quickly setting up a dummy file—a text document labeled “Y/N’s Secrets.” Inside, you wrote nonsense: fake diary entries, random thoughts, anything to make it look personal. If Jungwon was as nosy as you thought, he’d take the bait. You left the laptop on your desk, screen unlocked, and headed downstairs, leaving the USB plugged in.

“Hey, Ryujin,” you called, keeping your voice casual. “I’m running to the store for snacks. Want anything?”

She looked up from her phone, sprawled on the couch next to Jay. “Chips. Spicy ones. You sure you’re okay? You’re acting weird.”

“Just need some air,” you said, forcing a smile. Jungwon was at the counter, scrolling on his phone. He didn’t look up, but you saw his fingers pause for a split second. Got you, you thought.

You left the house, circling around to the backyard where you could peek through the living room window. The CCTV app was open on your phone, showing Jungwon still at the counter—but then he stood, stretching, and wandered toward the stairs. Your pulse quickened. You switched to the bedroom feed, watching as he appeared in your room, casual as ever, like he belonged there. He glanced at the laptop, then at the door, before sitting at your desk. His fingers moved over the trackpad, opening the USB drive.

You held your breath. The dummy file was rigged with a simple tracking script you’d found online—a long shot, but it logged access times and device IDs. If he opened it, you’d have proof he was snooping. Jungwon’s expression didn’t change as he clicked the file, his eyes scanning the screen. Then, infuriatingly, he smirked, typed something, and closed the laptop. He left the room, and you hurried back inside, heart pounding.

Upstairs, you checked the USB. The file was still there, but a new note had been added at the bottom: “Cute try, Y/N. But I’m better than that.” Your stomach sank. The tracking script’s log was empty—wiped clean. He’d seen through it, turned your trap against you. But worse was the new email waiting in your inbox: “Nice USB trick. Want to see something cooler?” Attached was a video file. You hesitated, then clicked.

It was your bedroom, filmed from an angle you didn’t recognize—not the CCTV, not the webcam. You were in it, sleeping, two nights ago, the covers pulled up to your chin. The video zoomed in, slow and deliberate, on your face. A text overlay appeared: “Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

You dropped your phone, bile rising in your throat. He wasn’t just in your devices. He was everywhere.

That evening, you couldn’t pretend anymore. You cornered Ryujin in the kitchen while Jay and Jungwon were gaming in the living room. “I need to talk to you,” you whispered, pulling her aside. “It’s about Jungwon.”

Her brow furrowed. “What about him? He’s been here all day, Y/N. What’s got you so freaked?”

You hesitated, knowing how crazy it would sound. “I think he’s… hacking me. My phone, my laptop, the CCTV. Someone’s been sending me messages, watching me, and it started when he started coming around more.”

Ryujin stared, then laughed, short and sharp. “Jungwon? The guy who can’t even set up his own Netflix account without Jay’s help? Y/N, you’re spiraling. Maybe you’ve been online too much.”

“I’m not crazy,” you snapped, shoving your phone at her, showing the video from J. “Explain this.”

Her face paled as the video played, but she shook her head. “This could be anyone. Some creep from the internet. Why would Jungwon do this? He’s practically family.”

“Because he’s obsessed,” you said, your voice low. “He’s always watching me, always here. He borrowed my laptop, Ryujin. The messages got worse after that.”

She frowned, glancing toward the living room where Jungwon’s laughter mixed with Jay’s. “Okay, that’s… weird. But we need proof. Real proof. I’ll talk to Jay, see if Jungwon’s been acting off. But don’t do anything rash, Y/N. If it’s not him, you’ll look insane.”

You nodded, but you weren’t waiting for her. You had one last idea—a risky one. If Jungwon wanted to play, you’d play back.

That night, you set the trap. You left your laptop open, a blank text document on the screen, and typed a single line: “I know it’s you, Jungwon. Stop this, or I go to the police.” You left it visible, then hid in the closet, your phone recording through a crack in the door. The CCTV app was open on another device, an old tablet, showing the room. You waited, barely breathing.

At 11:47 p.m., your bedroom door creaked open. Jungwon stepped inside, his expression unreadable. He glanced at the laptop, read the message, and chuckled—a low, dangerous sound. “Oh, Y/N,” he murmured, sitting at your desk. “You’re so close.”

He typed something, his fingers flying, then leaned back, staring at the screen. Your phone buzzed in your hand, a new text: “Police? That’s adorable. But you don’t want to end this. Not yet.” He stood, looking directly at the closet—directly at you. “Come out, Y/N. Let’s talk.”

You froze, your heart stopping. He knew. He’d always known. The tablet’s CCTV feed glitched, then cut to a new angle: inside the closet, showing you, crouched, phone in hand. A text overlay blinked: “Game over.”

Jungwon opened the closet door, his smile soft but chilling. “I told you, Y/N. I’m not the bad guy. I just… like you. A lot.” He crouched to your level, his eyes locking onto yours. “You’re fascinating, you know that? The way you think, the way you fight back. I couldn’t stop watching.”

You clutched your phone, your voice shaking. “You’re sick, Jungwon. This isn’t a game.”

His smile faded, and for a moment, he looked almost hurt. “It’s not about hurting you. It’s about knowing you. Everything—your music, your fears, your secrets. I wanted to be close to you. Closer than anyone.”

You stood, backing away. “Stay away from me. I’m telling Ryujin. Jay. The police.”

He sighed, standing too. “They won’t believe you. I’m careful, Y/N. No traces, no proof. Just you and me.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “But I’ll stop. If you want me to. Say it, and I’ll delete everything—every hack, every feed. Or… you can let me show you what I can do. For you. With you.”

Your mind raced. He was offering a way out, but it felt like a trap. Yet the intensity in his eyes, the sincerity beneath the madness, made you pause. Was he dangerous, or just obsessed? Could you trust him to stop? Did you want him to?

“I need time,” you said finally, your voice steady despite the fear.

He nodded, stepping back. “Fair. I’m patient. But don’t take too long, Y/N. I’m always watching.” He left, the door clicking shut behind him.

You collapsed onto your bed, the tablet still showing the glitched CCTV feed. A new message appeared on your phone: “Your move.”

You had a choice to make. Expose him, risk everything, and hope for proof. Or play his game, dive deeper, and maybe—just maybe—find a way to beat him at it.

The silence was a weapon. For three weeks after Jungwon’s midnight confession in your closet, the absence of J’s messages left a void that gnawed at you. No pings, no glitched CCTV feeds, no eerie texts taunting you from the shadows of your phone. Your laptop, locked away in a drawer, was a sleeping beast you didn’t dare touch. Your phone, battery removed half the time, felt like a grenade with the pin pulled. The scarf over your bedroom’s CCTV camera hung like a flag of surrender, a reminder of Jungwon’s eyes—sharp, piercing, obsessive—watching you through every digital crack in your life.

You’d checked your systems obsessively, running scans, scouring logs, even enlisting a friend from your coding class to double-check. Nothing. No traces of J, no hidden connections, no signs of intrusion. Jungwon had kept his promise: he’d wiped his presence clean. It should’ve calmed you, but it didn’t. The silence was his new game, a dare to see what you’d do without his shadow looming. And the worst part? You missed it. Not the fear, but the thrill—the way his messages made your heart race, the way his obsession made you feel seen, wanted, known.

Jungwon was still a constant in your life, showing up with Jay like nothing had changed. He’d lounge in your living room, his leather jacket tossed over a chair, his dark hair falling just right over his eyes, his smirks sharp enough to cut. Every glance he sent your way was a spark, igniting a fire you couldn’t extinguish. Ryujin and Jay were oblivious, laughing and joking as if the world hadn’t shifted under your feet. But you saw it—the way Jungwon’s eyes lingered, the way his voice dropped when he spoke to you, the way his fingers brushed yours when he passed you a drink. It was subtle, deliberate, and it drove you wild.

You should’ve hated him. He’d hacked your life, your privacy, your mind. But the truth was uglier: you were falling for him. His obsession, his ability to unravel every piece of you—your late-night playlists, your unsent rants, the way you danced alone in your room—was terrifying but intoxicating. He’d seen you at your rawest, your most vulnerable, and instead of running, he’d stayed. Devoted. Consumed. And now, you were consumed too, caught in a web of fear and fascination that felt like love.

It was a stormy Thursday night, the kind where the sky roared and the rain lashed the windows like it wanted to break in. Ryujin and Jay were at a friend’s game night, leaving the house empty, the air thick with the scent of wet pavement and anticipation. You were in your room, trying to focus on a coding project, but your mind kept drifting to Jungwon—his voice, his hands, the way he’d looked at you in the closet, like you were the only thing in his universe.

Your phone buzzed, a motion alert from the CCTV app. You opened it, your heart already racing, and there he was: Jungwon, standing on your porch, soaked to the bone, his black hoodie clinging to his frame like a second skin. He looked up at the camera, his eyes dark and unreadable, and smiled—a slow, deliberate curve that sent a shiver through you. You didn’t hesitate. You were already moving, down the stairs, to the door, your pulse a drumbeat in your ears.

You opened the door, the cold air rushing in with the scent of rain and his cologne, cedar and steel. “You shouldn’t be here,” you said, but your voice was soft, almost inviting.

He stepped closer, water dripping from his hair, his eyes locked on yours. “You didn’t change the locks. Or the Wi-Fi. Or the CCTV codes.” His voice was low, teasing, but there was an edge to it, a hunger. “Why, Y/N? Hoping I’d come back?”

You crossed your arms, trying to hold your ground, but your cheeks flushed. “Maybe I wanted to see if you’d keep your promise.”

He laughed, a sound that vibrated through you, warm and dangerous. “I did. No hacks, no messages. I’ve been good.” He took another step, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him despite the rain. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. And I know you’re thinking about me too.”

Your breath caught. He was right, and you hated it. You’d spent weeks replaying his words, his messages, the way he’d seen you—really seen you. It was invasive, yes, but it was also intimate, like he’d cracked open your soul and memorized every piece. “You scared me,” you said, your voice trembling but honest. “You crossed lines. My phone, my laptop, my cameras. But…”

“But?” he prompted, his eyes darkening, his smirk softening into something more vulnerable.

“But I can’t stop thinking about you either,” you admitted, the words spilling out like a confession. “The way you saw me—everything about me. It’s terrifying, but it’s… it’s hot, Jungwon. Knowing you were watching, knowing you wanted me that much—it’s messed up, but it makes me feel… alive.”

His smile was gone now, replaced by something raw, intense. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, his voice rough. “I saw you—your music, your rants, the way you laugh when you think no one’s around. I couldn’t look away. I tried, Y/N. I stopped the hacks, I deleted everything, but I can’t stop wanting you.”

You swallowed, your heart racing. “Then don’t,” you said, the words reckless but true. “I want you too. All of you—the hacker, the guy, the obsession. I want you in my life, Jungwon. In my systems, my world, everything.”

His eyes widened, surprise flickering before it was swallowed by hunger. “You mean that? You’re giving me access—your phone, your laptop, your secrets?”

You nodded, stepping closer, your hands trembling but sure. “Yes. I want you to know me, like I want to know you. No walls, no games. You get my servers, my data, my everything. But you give me yours too.”

He stared at you, like he was trying to process the weight of your words. Then he laughed, a low, thrilled sound, and closed the distance between you, his hands cupping your face. “You’re insane,” he murmured, his thumb brushing your cheek, warm despite the rain. “You’re giving me your world, Y/N. You sure about that?”

“I’m sure,” you said, your voice steady now, your eyes locked on his. “I want you, Jungwon. I want the guy who hacked my life because he couldn’t stay away. I want the guy who sees me like no one else ever has. Hack me, watch me, know me—I’m yours.”

His lips crashed into yours, and the world tilted. The kiss was fire, desperate and consuming, like he was pouring every moment of his obsession into it. His hands were everywhere—on your face, your neck, your waist—pulling you against him, the wet fabric of his hoodie soaking into your shirt. You kissed him back, just as hungry, your hands fisting in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan into your mouth. He tasted like rain and mint, sharp and addictive, and you couldn’t get enough.

The kiss deepened, his tongue teasing yours, slow and deliberate, then fast and reckless, like he was trying to memorize the shape of your mouth. You gasped, and he took advantage, tilting your head to kiss you deeper, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, sending a shiver through you. Your hands slid under his hoodie, finding warm skin, lean muscle, the rapid beat of his heart under your fingers. He hissed softly, his grip tightening on your hips, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

“You’re killing me,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough with want. “I watched you for so long, wanted you for so long, and now you’re here, letting me in.” His lips trailed to your jaw, leaving a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses that made you arch against him. “You have no idea what that does to me.”

“Then show me,” you whispered, your voice shaky but bold, your hands sliding up his chest, nails grazing lightly. “Show me how much you wanted me.”

He groaned, low and deep, and kissed you again, harder, his hands roaming your back, possessive and urgent. You stumbled back, pulling him with you, until you hit the couch, and he followed, his body pressing you into the cushions. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and he moaned, the sound vibrating against your lips, making your head spin. His lips found your neck, sucking lightly, leaving a trail of heat that had you gasping, your fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on.

“I saw everything,” he murmured against your skin, his voice raw. “Your late-night dances, your rants about bad coffee, the way you sing when you think no one’s listening. I wanted to be there, Y/N. Not just watching—touching you, feeling you.” His teeth grazed your collarbone, and you shivered, your hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him back to your mouth.

“Then don’t stop,” you said, your voice breathless, your lips brushing his. “You have me now. All of me.”

He kissed you like it was a vow, slow and deliberate, his hands sliding under your shirt, warm against your skin. The touch was electric, every point of contact burning, and you arched into him, wanting more. His fingers traced the curve of your waist, possessive but careful, like he was still afraid you’d vanish.

You kissed him back, pouring every confusing, thrilling emotion into it—fear, desire, love, all tangled together. Your teeth nipped his lip, and he groaned again, his hands tightening, pulling you so close you could feel his heartbeat, fast and erratic, matching yours.

The kiss stretched on, a blur of lips and tongues, gasps and moans, until your lungs burned and your body felt alive in a way it never had. He pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, his breath ragged. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “And I’m yours. Every code, every server, every secret—I’m giving you everything, Y/N.”

You nodded, your chest heaving, your hands still tangled in his hair. “And I’m giving you mine,” you said, your voice steady despite the fire in your veins. “My phone, my laptop, my life. Hack me, Jungwon. I want you to.”

His eyes darkened, a mix of awe and hunger, and he kissed you again, slower this time, savoring every second. His lips moved against yours like he was memorizing you, his hands roaming your sides, your back, your hips, like he couldn’t get enough.

You kissed him back, just as deep, your hands sliding under his hoodie again, feeling the heat of his skin, the tension in his muscles. He groaned softly, his teeth grazing your ear, and you shivered, pulling him closer, wanting every piece of him.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his lips brushing your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. “Every detail, every moment—I knew it when I watched you, but this… this is everything.” His voice was raw, almost reverent, and it made your heart ache, made you want him more.

You pulled him back to your mouth, kissing him with a desperation that matched his, your hands roaming his chest, his shoulders, his hair. The couch creaked under you, the rain a distant roar, the world shrinking to just the two of you. His lips were swollen now, his breath uneven, but he didn’t stop, kissing you like he’d been starving for it, like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

The rain roared outside, a relentless curtain that sealed you and Jungwon in Ryujin’s living room, the world shrinking to the heat of his lips, the press of his body, the fire of his obsession. His kiss was a storm—teeth grazing, tongues tangling, a desperate edge that matched the chaos in your heart. Jungwon, Jay’s best friend, the hacker who’d slipped into your digital life as J, was now unraveling you in the flesh, and you were letting him, craving him, falling for him in a way that felt like love and madness intertwined. His wet hoodie clung to his lean frame, your hands greedy under the fabric, tracing the hard lines of his abs, the rapid beat of his heart. You’d spent weeks terrified of J’s messages, his eyes in your cameras, but now you knew—Jungwon was J, and you wanted every byte of him.

His obsession was a mirror to your own, a twisted thrill that made you feel seen, wanted, alive.

Every night since, you’d waited for him—not by a window, but by your phone, your laptop, your heart racing for a ping, a glitch, a sign of J. You’d refresh your inbox, check your CCTV feeds, even play your obscure playlists, hoping he’d notice, hoping he’d break his silence. The absence of his messages was torture, but it only deepened your hunger. He’d hacked your life, your privacy, your soul, and you’d fallen for it, for him, for the way he knew you better than anyone.

Last night, alone in your room, the longing had been unbearable. You’d lain back, the darkness thick, your body humming with need. Your fingers slipped beneath your panties, finding the damp folds of your pussy, slick with thoughts of Jungwon—his voice, his smirk, the way he’d seen you through your webcam. You gasped, imagining his hands, precise and skilled, his hacker’s fingers teasing you apart. You circled your clit, slow at first, then faster, picturing his eyes on a hidden feed, knowing exactly how you arched, how you moaned. “Fuck, Jungwon,” you’d whispered, your hips bucking, your fingers plunging into your wet heat, chasing the image of him—his obsession, his control. The release hit hard, a shuddering moan spilling from your lips, but it wasn’t enough. You needed him, not just his shadow.

Now, he was here, real and burning, his lips on yours, his body pinning you to the couch. “You’re killing me,” he growled against your mouth, his voice rough with want. “I watched you for so long, wanted you for so long, and now you’re here, letting me in.” His lips trailed to your jaw, hot and open-mouthed, leaving a path of fire that made you arch against him. “You have no idea what that does to me.”

“Then show me,” you gasped, your voice bold, your hands sliding under his hoodie, nails grazing his abs, hard and warm. “Show me how much you wanted me.”

His groan was primal, his lips crashing back to yours, kissing you like he’d die without it. His hands slid under your shirt, fingers rough against your skin, tracing your ribs, your waist, sending sparks through you. You arched into him, your legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him closer, feeling the hard press of his cock through his jeans against your thigh. He hissed, his teeth grazing your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Fuck, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice a growl. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

“Good,” you moaned, tugging his hoodie off, your hands greedy for his skin—smooth, taut, fever-hot. His lips found your collarbone, kissing, biting, leaving a trail of heat that had you gasping, your nails digging into his shoulders. The couch creaked, the rain a distant roar, the world shrinking to his mouth, his hands, his body against yours.

He pulled back, his eyes dark and wild, his breath ragged. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice thick with possession. “Every song, every secret, every fucking moment—I’ve seen it all, and I want it all.” His hands gripped your hips, yanking you up, and you straddled him, your thighs squeezing his, feeling the bulge of his cock pressing against your core through your leggings. You ground against him, slow and deliberate, and he cursed, his head falling back, his hands tightening on your ass.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes locked on yours, watching every roll of your hips, every flush on your cheeks. “You have no idea how many nights I watched you, wishing I could touch you like this.” His fingers dug into your ass, guiding your movements, making you grind harder, the friction sending heat coiling low in your belly.

“Then do it,” you challenged, your voice breathless, your hands fisting in his hair, tugging hard. “Touch me, Jungwon. Fuck me like you’ve been dreaming of.”

His control snapped, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He flipped you onto your back, the couch creaking under the force, his body hovering over yours, all lean muscle and hunger. He yanked your shirt up, exposing your bra, and his mouth was on you, kissing the swell of your breasts, his tongue flicking under the lace. You moaned, arching up, your hands scrambling to unhook it, and he helped, tossing it aside, his lips closing over your nipple, sucking hard. The sensation shot straight to your pussy, making you writhe, your legs wrapping around him, desperate for more.

“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured against your skin, his teeth grazing your nipple, his hand palming your other breast, pinching just hard enough to make you gasp. “I knew you’d feel like this, taste like this.” His lips trailed down your stomach, kissing, licking, until he reached the waistband of your leggings. He looked up, eyes burning, and you nodded, your breath hitching.

He peeled your leggings and panties off in one swift motion, leaving you bare, your pussy glistening with want. He cursed under his breath, his hands spreading your thighs, his eyes locked on your dripping core. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said, his voice raw, his fingers brushing your folds, teasing, not enough. You bucked your hips, whining, and he smirked, that J smirk, the one that haunted your feeds. “Patient, Y/N. I’ve waited this long. I’m gonna savor you.”

His finger slid inside, slow and deliberate, curling just right, and you moaned, your head falling back. He added another, stretching you, his thumb circling your clit, the pressure building fast. “So tight,” he groaned, his voice strained, his eyes flicking between your face and your pussy, watching every reaction. “You’re gonna feel so fucking good around my cock.”

“Then give it to me,” you snapped, your voice needy, your hands tugging at his jeans, fumbling with the button. He laughed, low and dark, helping you, shoving his jeans and boxers down, his cock springing free—hard, thick, the tip glistening with precum. Your mouth watered, your pussy clenching at the sight, and he noticed, his smirk widening.

“Like what you see?” he teased, stroking himself, slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’ve got no idea how many times I jerked off thinking of you, watching you on those feeds.”

You reached for him, your hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him, feeling the hot, velvet weight of him. He hissed, his hips jerking, his eyes fluttering shut for a second. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, leaning down, kissing you hard, his tongue fucking your mouth like he was claiming it. “You’re gonna make me lose it.”

“Then lose it,” you whispered against his lips, guiding his cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip against your slick folds. “Fuck me, Jungwon. Now.”

He didn’t need another invitation. He thrust in, hard and deep, filling you in one brutal stroke, and you cried out, your nails digging into his back, the stretch burning and perfect. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, pausing, his breath ragged, his eyes locked on yours. “You okay?”

You nodded, your body adjusting, the fullness sending heat spiraling through you. “Move,” you begged, your hips rocking, needing more. He pulled back, then slammed in again, setting a relentless pace, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. You moaned, loud and shameless, your hands gripping his ass, pulling him deeper.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he panted, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading you wider, his thrusts brutal and precise, like he’d memorized every inch of you. “My perfect little slut, letting me fuck you like this, letting me own you.”

“Yes,” you gasped, your pussy clenching around him, the dirty words sending you higher. “I’m yours, Jungwon. Fuck, I’m yours.”

He groaned, his lips crashing to yours, kissing you sloppy and desperate, his hips snapping faster, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. His hand slid between you, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles, and you screamed, the pleasure overwhelming, your body shaking. “Come for me,” he growled, his voice rough, his thrusts erratic, his own release close. “Come all over my cock, Y/N.”

The command broke you. Your orgasm hit like a wave, your pussy clamping down, your body arching, a choked moan ripping from your throat. Jungwon cursed, his thrusts faltering, and he pulled out, stroking his cock fast, his cum spilling hot and thick across your stomach, marking you. He collapsed beside you, both of you panting, the couch damp with sweat and rain.

For a moment, it was quiet, just the rain and your breaths. Then he turned, his eyes soft, his hand brushing your hair back. “You’re everything,” he whispered, his voice raw. “Every code, every secret, every moment—I want it all.”

You nodded, your heart still racing, your body buzzing. “And I want you,” you said, your voice steady. “Hack me, watch me, love me—I’m yours.”

"I'll always be watching you, my love." Jungwon whispered in your ear. "Always through your digital shadows."

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okay so,,i got an ask but instead of saving it i posted it unfinished like a dumbass so i had to delete AUGHHH anon man i hope you’re still sticking around n tysm for the ask :((( if you saw this earlier you’re a hacker bc I deleted that AT LIGHTNING SPEED anyways hope yall enjoy <3

Fem reader (boobs), fluff, katsu n reader in their 20s, katsuki is nyasty and a big baby, nakedness and such, katsuki talks about boobies soo suggestive i think?? just to be safe :3

request : i saw this video on tiktok before and thought it was so cute! it was a girl pranking her boyfriend by telling him to leave the room so she could change and he was just so confused, was wondering if u could do that with bkg 🥹 <33

right now, katsuki bakugo is about 99% convinced that there's a stranger in his house.

that, or you're mad at him.

"what ?" he asks again for what he knows is once too many, because you giggle. he feels your hand press against his chest, keeping him from following you into your bedroom. you're all smiles.

"i said, i'm changing."

“..so ?”

"so," you copy, making your voice gruff and nasally in a way that's making his nose scrunch. "you. wait outside." you dig your finger into his firm chest to accentuate your point, talking slowly like he's a dog. katsuki's eyebrows furrow harder.

clearly, you take him for a joke.

"you know i've already seen you naked before, right?"

you splutter at his bluntness and usually it'd make him smirk to see the effect he has on you. You cross your arms over your chest that you're trying to keep him from seeing for some reason. "yes, i know that, thanks for reminding me."

without missing a beat, he grabs both of your arms and pulls them apart, pulling a gasp from you. he's always had this weird trigger with crossed arms. he pulls you closer to him until you're firm to his chest and leans forward.

"so, there's nothin' you gotta hide from me." his voice his gravelly the lower he speaks, half lidded eyes looking you up and down, you do your best not to look too bothered.

" 'm not hiding anything, promise." you wiggle your hands out of his grip to lift them up in surrender. katsuki grumbles, you smirk "i just don't want you following me everywhere."

he leans back like you'd hit him, like you'd popped him straight on his mouth, eyes wide and mouth agape "what the-so what i can't walk around in my own damn house?!"

"and you always happen to be walking where i'm going ? conveniently ?" you cross your arms again, hobbling a bit away from your boyfriend so he couldn't pull the stunt from a few seconds ago.

katsuki, now that you’re out of reach, copies you and throws his beefy arms over each other. “i dunno if you noticed, but this place isn’t that fuckin’ huge. everywhere leads to the same place.” he squints when you giggle with a roll of your eyes.

“uhuh, that’s why you somehow end up in the bathroom just watching me. it’s all connected.” you sass, and you managed to dodge katsuki’s fingers attempting to wedge themselves into your sides with a squeal. you grip at the door in warning.

“i’m slamming this in your face !” you warn, pulling the door open and back to taunt him. he stares at you for a few more seconds before he scoffs, rolls his eyes, and groans dramatically . his arms flop to accentuate how much your denial irritates him.

“fine. since you fuckin’ hate being with me so bad, don’t even know why yer ass even moved in then..” you giggle at his not so quiet mutterings, grabbing his arm you pull him toward you

“i was joking, big baby, you can come in.”

katsuki blinks at you, eyebrows furrowed. then his head drops and he shakes it, hair tussling around as he sighs loudly. you laugh and when he’s finally past the door, he pinches you.

“fuckin’ dumbass, thought you grew a third tit an’ didn’t want me to see or something.”

you spin around, smacking his arms causing him to cackle meanly at you.

“you’re such a child.” you huff, “i shouldn’t have let you in here.” you mutter, kicking off your pants. katsuki snickers behind you, you can practically sense he’s about to say something stupid.

“aw, ‘m flattered baby. ya want me to see your third tittie ?” katsuki swiftly dodges the sweatpants you’d launched at him, continuing to laugh. goddamn pro hero reflexes.

[mikkies]

「 THROUGH SELF PITY AND MALICE, MY LOVE WILL NEVER EVER FALTER. 」

007n7 x GN! Reader x 1x1x1x1

warnings: none!

notes: super OOC since I legit ran out of ideas😿

➷ — General Dynamics

You’re the grounding force in this chaotic triangle. Between 007n7’s self-doubt and 1x1x1x1’s sheer intensity, you manage to bring a strange but much-needed balance.

1x1x1x1’s volatile and powerful nature often contrasts with 007n7’s more logical and resourceful demeanor, but both of them are drawn to your warmth and understanding.

Despite their differences, they have a grudging respect for each other—one that grows as they both realize how much they care about you.

➹ — With 007n7

As a former hacker, 007n7 is resourceful and surprisingly tech-savvy. He’s always tinkering with something or coming up with clever solutions to any problem you face. 

He tries to impress you with his skills, whether it’s bypassing a locked system or showing you some harmless tricks he coded.

While he’s no longer the chaotic figure he used to be, there’s a mischievous streak in him that comes out around you—like playfully teasing you or setting up silly pranks to make you laugh. 

He’s incredibly protective of you, not just physically but emotionally too. He knows the weight of regret and wants to make sure you never feel the way he once did.

➹ — With 1x1x1x1

1x1x1x1 is enigmatic and intense. They don’t express emotions in typical ways but have a deep, almost otherworldly attachment to you.

She show their care through grand gestures—like creating entire realms just to share something unique with you or summoning rot creatures to protect you in times of danger.

Despite his intimidating presence, they have a softer side that only you get to see. Sometimes she'll sit silently with you, the flames around them dimmed, their gaze filled with an unspoken fondness.

1x1x1x1 struggles with comprehending his own emotions, but they’re fiercely loyal to you, always standing between you and any harm.

Watching them interact is an experience. 007n7’s witty sarcasm often meets 1x1x1x1’s blunt, no-nonsense responses, resulting in hilarious exchanges.

While 007n7 is cautious around 1x1x1x1’s power, he secretly admires their strength, even if he’ll never admit it. Likewise, 1x1x1x1 respects 007n7’s intelligence, even if he mocks his flip-flops and dad bod.

You often end up being the peacekeeper, pulling them out of arguments and reminding them of the bigger picture.

007n7’s affection is subtle but heartfelt. He loves little gestures, like fixing your devices without asking or sneaking in compliments during casual conversations.

1x1x1x1’s affection is more overwhelming—flames that don’t burn you, whispered promises of eternity, and a gaze that seems to pierce into your soul.

Despite their differences, both of them make sure you feel cherished. Their combined efforts often leave you feeling like the most important person in the world.

007n7 is haunted by his past as a hacker and often worries about whether he’s truly changed. He confides in you about his insecurities, seeking your reassurance. 

1x1x1x1 struggles with managing their own negativity and malice. Sometimes she pushes you away, fearing they’ll hurt you—but your patience and understanding always bring him back.

007n7 loves your ability to see the good in people, even in someone like him. You remind him that he’s capable of being better.

1x1x1x1 is drawn to your unwavering presence. You ground him, offering a sense of stability in their otherwise chaotic existence.

007n7 once showed off his hacking skills by creating a harmless prank for you, like making your favorite music play randomly in the background. You couldn’t help but laugh at his playful grin.

1x1x1x1 tried to teach you how to summon rot creatures, but when one of them started chasing 007n7 around, you both burst into laughter (well, 1x1x1x1 laughed—a rare and unsettling but oddly endearing sound).

The three of you once explored a surreal landscape created by 1x1x1x1. 007n7 complained about the lack of Wi-Fi, but by the end of the trip, even he had to admit it was breathtaking.

Between 007n7’s wit and resourcefulness and 1x1x1x1’s raw power and intensity, life with them is never dull. They may come from vastly different worlds, but their shared love for you creates a bond that’s as unpredictable as it is unbreakable.

[littlegeecko]

Headcannons for the father & son duo :> or just lore- whichever one you wanna talk abt more

(007 & c00l)

Aw yes, my parent/kid bond of all time :J Keep the characters coming!! my askbox is open!!!

Extra deets under the cut

7n7

-He used to have a more...demonic appearance during his prime hacker years, both as self-exploration, scare the shit outta people and not be recognized in public, it worked pretty well but it took a toll on his health after a while so he only used that appearance while hacking. Kidd looks a little like him in his 20s...

-Used to date Noli around college years and a bit after, however after he got Noli infected with the VoidStar, the guilt made him break up with Noli, ghost him, and move someplace else after Kidd appeared at his door, fearing an angry Noli might find him, for whatever reason

-He really, REALLY likes to play being a cute, helpless loser man sometimes just to pass for a non-threat, it makes the sentinels grow soft for him, the worst kindof gay you'll find if you ask me. (but it also keeps them from bothering him too)

-He's slightly paranoid the admins got shit against him even if they're all stuck in hell trying to survive together, so he grows suspicious everytime anyone invites him to the hang outs or simply try to interact with him directly. He tends to be a loner... Guest was the first one to break thru the walls he made around him.

-Sometimes Kidd calls him mama, he doesn't mind

-In this AU he used to have a thing* with Mafioso before being forsaken'd, it scared him shitless to see him as a killer, but he's happy Kidd has a familiar face on the other side.

-Jesus is this man volatile. He's often neutral and even shy in his little corner but he's the type to take Chance's flintlock straight from his holster if he feels threatened, and mumble nasty things about the admins under his breath like a weirdo.

-He forcibly taught himself to cook because he truly had to improvise some kid-safe dishes when kidd was a toddler, he eventually took a liking to it though, "cooking its like coding, in a sense" he says. Nowadays he makes delicious food for the survivors when it's his turn to, most of them won't admit it's pretty good (except Guest, who always throws a compliment here and there)

-Insane typing speed, what that hand do? lmao

-Can do crazy shit with his GUI don't ask me about it

C00lkidd:

-He's energetic and with a contagious (scary) smile!! a true extrovert, much to n7's surprise, though he never had many friends...most of his friends were animals he'd find

-He's actually a really sweet kid like any other, but he likes to "prank" people that mistreat him or his dad, like Elliot making a nasty face at him when they went to his pizzeria (he then proceeded to un-anchor the cash register and made it fall on Elliot's foot, he still has the scar to this day) He had many problems with this attitude at school, specially when the pranks turned from simple hahas to actual violent payback to his bullies, like scratching and biting(You know the school system, they blamed him for reacting)

-Loud noises make him anxious, specially sudden ones. He DESPISES Taph and his mines because of this.

-Used to be very short around 6-8 then had a sudden growth spurt at 9. Now she's average!

-They're, surprisingly, VERY resistant to many things like strong illness, falls, disasters and even fire, they just bruise really easy because of their skin condition and the rashes are their worst enemy most of the time. n7 is not sure if the GUI has something to do with this or they're just built like that??

-Kidd LOVES reading about strange animals, mythos and cryptids, the Drakobloxxer being her favorite by a long shot. Delli was a gift from n7 to her at age 6 and that turned their brain into an chest of crazy information about these topics.

-Likes to draw and make crafts, like their bracelet :3 they have a lot of time in their hands since they're kinda lonely

-He loves swords he thinks they're cool but N7 never got him one, Mafioso on the other hand.... got him a (toy) one. Best uncle ever!!!

-He calls Mafioso "Uncle Mario" and isn't aware of the extent in which he and his dad's relationship goes, but he likes him a lot!!! its nice to have adults that dont treat him like a little freak :]

-Doesn't know who Noli is, n7 refused to tell him much about him so imagine this poor kid's face when Noli tried to play-pretend being a dad for him when becoming a killer. Stranger Danger!!!

-he likes Guest and Chance he think they're cool, he doesnt like it when they attack him though :/

-Just like in her original concept, she has a bigger, scarier AND stronger form while playing Killer, she only keeps half the memories when she goes back to regular form

anyway theres alot more but this shit long already lmaooo

[hyuneflix]

index: ✓ - completed // 〤 - ongoing // 𐙚 - contains smut // ! - content warnings

disclaimer: y/n is afab and she/her unless specified. all content is 18+. MDNI.

A-Z

ONE-SHOTS

the purrfect pair

lee minho x gn!reader after four dates lovesick!minho decides it's time for you to meet his sons. he seems more nervous about it than you are, a seed of doubt that grows in the anxious crevices of his mind. however, the moment he sees you with his babies, he realises he never needed to worry--you're purrfect.

SMUT

the cure 𐙚 ! 〤

sex therapist!chan x client!reader after years of unhappy endings, your friend suggests a trip to sydney's most up and coming sex therapist. you hadn't expected much, least of all to discover the cure you'd been looking for all this time was your therapist himself.

episode one - a cure for unhappy endings ✓ episode two - a cure for self-dissatisfaction ✓ episode three - a cure for disconnection (coming soon) episode four - a cure for loneliness (coming soon) -> this fic was released in celebration of a 100 follower milestone, the next episodes will be released asap. if you'd like to be added to the tag list i've made two methods for you to do this: comment with your user on the google doc or send an ask.

SOCIAL MEDIA

l♡ve-c♡ded.exe

hacker!skz x streamer!reader a hacker group, comprised of five members, has their world changed when a glitch leads to y/n joining their private chat. gn!reader.

intro episodes • unlocked profiles & characters one / two / three / four / five / six ✓

season one - finding sunshine boy 〤 season two - finding their leader (coming soon)

-> as this is a wip you can reach out to be put on the taglist. i've made two methods for you to do this: comment with your user on the google doc or send an ask.

STAND ALONE 💬 -> asking bsf!skz if they're tryna fuck 𐙚 -> fwb!skz send a 'you up?' text 𐙚 -> texting fwb!skz 'she's busy' prank 𐙚 -> fwb!skz: their friend is into you -> asking bsf!skz 'in me or on me?' 𐙚 -> accidentally sending bsf!skz nudes 𐙚 ! -> fwb!skz and horny memes 𐙚 -> fwb!skz: your ex wants you back 𐙚 -> texting bsf!skz 'im bored' -> bsf!skz drunkenly confess to noona reader: ↪ hyung ver ◦ maknae ver -> texting bsf!skz 'oops wrong person' 𐙚

[novelistwriter]

Vlad's Ultimate Scheme

DP x DC Prompt inspired by House of the Dead

Team Phantom has learned of Vlad's latest scheme to try and kill Jack and get Maddie and Danny to join him. The Fruitloop has plans to start a global zombie apocalypse and pin the blame on the GIW. The Fruitloop had gone off the rocker a long time ago and has been hatching extreme plans to get Maddie and Danny to join him.

When they went to Vlad's Mansion, they discovered that he had managed to make a defensive system that kept them out due to their ecto signatures (Sam, Tucker, and Jazz have spent a lot of time near Danny and the Portal, which made them close to Ghosts).

As they were figuring out what to do, Tucker got wind of a couple of Bats that have infiltrated Vlad's mansion to do something. Tucker may not be able to hack into Vlad's newest tech, but he can hack into Bat-tech easily to guide them.

(I also have a little tidbit that the two Bats have "passive" abilities that can make their adventure into Vlad's Mansion a bit easier for the two of them:

Bruce: Prepared: The man is able to get out of sudden traps sprung on him and his ally

Dick: Crowd Control: Because of his electric escrima sticks, Dick is able to easily handle crowds of the zombies, but slightly struggles with single targets because of this

Cass: Silent: Because of her upbringing, Cass is unable to draw much attention to herself from the hoards of Zombies

Jason: Gunslinger: Because he always has his guns on him, Jason is capable of killing the Zombies quickly, but because of the noise, he draws more attention to him

Tim: Hacker: Because Tim is the second best Hacker of the Bats, he is capable of hacking into Vlad's minor security measures with Tucker's aid

Steph: Distraction: Because of her not switching out most of her gear quickly, Steph has items meant for pranking, which can be used for distracting Zombies

Damian: Assassin Heir: Because of his League of Assassins upbringing, Damian's Swordplay is able to prevent any zombies from pinning him down or being dragged away from his partner

Duke: Meta Power: Duke's meta power can help both him and his partner avoid any traps or sudden surprise zombie ambushes)

[mariacallous]

My earliest memory of 4chan was sitting up late at night, typing its URL into my browser, and scrolling through a thread of LOLcat memes, which were brand-new at the time.

Back then a photoshop of a cat saying "I can has cheezburger" or an image of an owl saying “ORLY?” was, without question, the funniest thing my 14-year-old brain had ever laid eyes on. So much so, I woke my dad up by laughing too hard and had to tell him that I was scrolling through pictures of cats at 2 in the morning. Later, I would become intimately familiar with the site’s much more nefarious tendencies.

It's strange to look back at 4chan, apparently wiped off the internet entirely last week by hackers from a rival message board, and think about how many different websites it was over its more than two decades online. What began as a hub for internet culture and an anonymous way station for the internet's anarchic true believers devolved over the years into a fan club for mass shooters, the central node of Gamergate, and the beating heart of far-right fascism around the world—a virus that infected every facet of our lives, from the slang we use to the politicians we vote for. But the site itself had been frozen in amber since the George W. Bush administration.

It is likely that there will never be a site like 4chan again—which is, likely, a very good thing. But it had also essentially already succeeded at its core project: chewing up the world and spitting it back out in its own image. Everything—from X to Facebook to YouTube—now sort of feels like 4chan. Which makes you wonder why it even needed to still exist.

"The novelty of a website devoted to shock and gore, and the rebelliousness inherent in it, dies when your opinions become the official policy of the world's five or so richest people and the government of the United States," the Onion CEO and former extremism reporter Ben Collins tells WIRED. “Like any ostensibly nihilist cultural phenomenon, it inherently dies if that phenomenon itself becomes The Man.”

My first experience with the more toxic side of the site came several years after my LOLcat all-nighter, when I was in college. I was a big Tumblr user—all my friends were on there—and for about a year or so, our corner of the platform felt like an extension of the house parties we would throw. That cozy vibe came crashing down for me when I got doxed the summer going into my senior year. Someone made a “hate blog” for me—one of the first times I felt the dark presence of an anonymous stranger’s digital ire, and posted my phone number on 4chan.

They played a prank that was popular on the site at the time, writing in a thread that my phone number was for a GameStop store that had a copy of the ultra-rare video game Battletoads. I received no less than 250 phone calls over the next 48 hours asking if I had a copy of the game.

Many of the 4chan users that called me mid-Battletoad attack left messages. I listened to all of them. A pattern quickly emerged: young men, clearly nervous to even leave a message, trying to harass a stranger for, seemingly, the hell of it. Those voicemails have never left me in the 15 years I've spent covering 4chan as a journalist.

I had a front-row seat to the way those timid men morphed into the violent, seething underbelly of the internet. The throbbing engine of reactionary hatred that resented everything and everyone simply because resentment was the only language its users knew how to speak. I traveled the world in the 2010s, tracing 4chan’s impact on global democracy. I followed it to France, Germany, Japan, and Brazil as 4chan's users became increasingly convinced that they could take over the planet through racist memes, far-right populism, and cyberbullying. And, in a way, they did. But the ubiquity of 4chan culture ended up being an oddly Pyrrhic victory for the site itself.

Collins, like me, closely followed 4chan's rise in the 2010s from internet backwater to unofficial propaganda organ of the Trump administration. As he sees it, once Elon Musk bought Twitter in 2022 there was really no point to 4chan anymore. Why hide behind anonymity if a billionaire lets you post the same kind of extremist content under your real name and even pays you for it?

4chan’s “user base just moved into a bigger ballpark and started immediately impacting American life and policy," Collins says. "Twitter became 4chan, then the 4chanified Twitter became the United States government. Its usefulness as an ammo dump in the culture war was diminished when they were saying things you would now hear every day on Twitter, then six months later out of the mouths of an administration official."

But understanding how 4chan went from the home of cat memes to a true internet bogeyman requires an understanding of how the site actually worked. Its features were often overlooked amid all the conversations about the site's political influence, but I'd argue they were equally, if not more, important.

4chan was founded by Christopher “Moot” Poole when he was 15. A regular user on slightly less anarchic comedy site Something Awful, Poole created a spinoff site for a message board there called “Anime Death Tentacle Rape Whorehouse.” Poole was a fan of the Japanese message board 2chan, or Futaba Channel, and wanted to give Western anime fans their own version, so he poorly translated the site's code and promoted his new site, 4chan, to Something Awful's anime community. Several core features were ported over in the process.

4chan users were anonymous, threads weren't permanent and would time out or "404" after a period of inactivity, and there were dozens of sub-boards you could post to. That unique combination of ephemerality, anonymity, and organized chaos proved to be a potent mix, immediately creating a race-to-the-bottom gutter culture unlike anything else on the web. The dark end point of the techno-utopianism that built the internet. On 4chan you were no one, and nothing you did mattered unless it was so shocking, so repulsive, so hateful that someone else noticed and decided to screenshot it before it disappeared into the digital ether.

"The iconic memes that came out of 4chan are because people took the time to save it, you know? And the fact that nobody predicted, nobody could predict or control what was saved or what wasn't saved, I think, is really, really fascinating," Cates Holderness, Tumblr's former head of editorial, tells WIRED.

Still, 4chan was more complicated than it looked from the outside. The site was organized into dozens of smaller sections, everything from comics to cooking to video games to, of course, pornography. Holderness says she learned to make bread during the pandemic thanks to 4chan's cooking board. (Full disclosure: I introduced Holderness to 4chan way back in 2012.)

"When I switched to sourdough, I got really good pointers," she says.

Holderness calls 4chan the internet's “Wild West” and says its demise this month felt appropriate in a way. The chaos that defined 4chan, both the good and the very, very bad, has largely been paved over by corporate platforms and their algorithms now.

Our feeds deliver us content; we don't have to hunt for it. We don't have to sit in front of a computer refreshing a page to find out whether we're getting a new cat meme or a new manifesto. The humanness of that era of the web, now that 4chan is gone, is likely never coming back. And we'll eventually find out if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"The snippets that we have of what 4chan was—it's all skewed,” Holderness says. “There is no record. There's no record that can ever encapsulate what 4chan was."

[mckinlily]

Imagine a world where Bruce Wayne did not become Batman. Instead, he is just a Normal Dude. Or as normal as a billionaire deeply dedicated philanthropy in a city as insane as Gotham can be.

Because make no mistake: just because Bruce is not Batman does not mean Gotham is not Gotham.

There are a few new players though—on the Rogues side.

Timothy Drake is the teen business tycoon of Drake Industries. Absent of the inspiration of Batman and the socialization and warmth of Dick Grayson, he is ruthless and logical to a fault in pursuit of his goals and just as viciously chaotic as the disaster little brother Jason knows.

In other words, he’s Gotham’s youngest supervillian. The only good news is his chosen nemesis is Lex Luthor. Maybe. Timothy doesn’t care much about collateral damage. It’s not his goal to harm civilians, but he certainly doesn’t include their safety as a priority in his convoluted schemes to mess with Luthor.

Talon is an undead murderer who slaughtered a huge swath the Gotham’s 1% five years ago and, despite being spotted many times since, has never been apprehended. He appears when he wants and disappears just as readily, and Gotham just has to accept there’s a killer stalking their streets and there’s nothing they can do about it. Sometimes Talon has been known to rescue people, especially, but it’s never clear how or why exactly Talon chooses who is victim verses aggressor. And the end is always brutal and bloody for those Talon deems aggressor.

Damian is still Bruce’s biological son and raised by Talia in the League of Assassins. But when he was left in Gotham and met his father, this Bruce was so baffled and thrown by a child assassin that Damian immediately takes as rejection and runs away. (He doesn’t even stay long enough for Bruce to be sure it wasn’t a hallucination or very strange dream).

Damian is almost immediately found and adopted by Talon, so now Gotham has TWO bird-themed killers liable to jump down on you from nowhere and for any reason.

Oh, and god help you if you so much as make Talon’s baby Owlet sad. If you’re lucky, it will be the last thing you do.

Barbara is an ordinary librarian…who can be hired as a mercenary hacker for the right price. The public isn’t afraid of her because they don’t know she exists. More than one politician or public figure has been ruined because of the blackmail she unearthed on them. But what side exactly is the police commissioner’s daughter on? And how much of Gotham does she have under thumb?

(Is she a secret ally and accessory to Timothy Drake’s many plots?)

Steph, thank god, is actually NOT a villain, super or otherwise. She’s the one vigilante attempting to help Gotham. Spoiler has connections among some of the caped community like Supergirl or Wonder Girl. But without Bat training or the police cooperation forged years ago by Batman, she’s mostly just striving to survive while taking on Gotham’s many, many gang. Make no mistake, she’s impressive. But desperate. Spoiler comes with guns and explosions. So. Many. Explosions. Gotham has never heard of the “no kill” rule. And likely never will.

(Cass also lives in Gotham. But no one will ever see her or even know she’s there.)

Jason….well. Baby Jason never stole any Batmobile tires and never was adopted by a strange but kind billionaire. He was never killed at 15.

He died in the winter before he turned 13.

And then one day, Adult Canon Jason gets thrown into this dimension. And somehow Gothan is WORSE?! How is that even possible? Also his siblings are running around being super villains and killing people? Bruce! Control your children!!

But this Bruce does not have children (he’s still mostly convinced Damian was a prank or hallucination). He is horrified by the idea of children fighting crime. He has absolutely no idea how to handle exceptionally talented chaos machines with too much passion and no sense of self preservation. And he’s frankly a little disturbed by Jason himself and his guns and refusal to “work within the system” and Jason nopes out of there so freaking fast.

Jason also, slowly, has to become okay with the realization that his siblings are not insane because they were made Robin. They became Robin because they were already insane. There was no way to create a normal human being out of any of them.

(Jason does not want to look too closely at what that says about him.)

In the end, Jason teams up with Steph. He connects her with Dick/Talon, who is more than happy to have a new Owlet to train and preen, and Damian only slightly stabs her. They manage to persuade/threaten Tim into caring enough to help get Jason back to his dimension with misuse of Drake Industry research equipment. Damian very much does stab Tim. Tim retaliates by locking Damian in an industrial freezer. Dick thinks they’re bonding. Jason introduces them to Babs, but frankly he has no idea what he’s hoping to achieve from this. Probably nothing good because Dick, despite being an under-socialized undead assassin with some weird mannerisms and ways of speaking, still manages to pull a woman way out his league like Barbie. And Babs seems to have no problem with the “murder” part that description.

Jason never realized how much Bruce’s strict moral code and “the Mission” were key to the rest of them becoming remotely positive influences in society. Or how little Bruce has to do with his siblings getting into dangerous, violent situation. He doesn’t like anything about it.

They work out how send Jason back, and he returns to his dimension with the feeling he’s just left Alternate Gotham to a gang of supervillains.

…at least they’re together?

And Talon Dick won’t let any of his new Owlets die and will rain bloody vengeance on anyone who tries. So that’s good. For them at least.

(Jason feels absurdly like he should be apologizing to this universe’s Bruce. Or. Someone. He doesn’t. But he feels like he should.)

Back at in his dimension and at the Batcave, Jason pauses and just stares at Batman for a very, very long time. Finally, he takes a deep breath and solemnly nods just once before taking off into the Manor for Alfred’s cookies.

Bruce has no idea what the fuck just happened.

[lennythereviewer]

Theory: Jax is NOT a self-aware NPC nor is he actually trapped in the circus: He's a hacker who can leave at any time.

Even what little we got in terms of Jax content in episode 3 has been reinforcing a belief I've had for awhile, and in fact Jax's brief standout moment in ep 3 added a new wrinkle to my thought: That he's not some NPC who gained sentience and slipped in with the humans, he's actually a hacker who backdoored his way into the Digital Circus, and he's not trapped there.

Jax seems to have an affinity for keys and getting into places he shouldn't belong. Twice now he's done this thing of spinning a key on his finger while boasting about it. He mentions in episode 1 that "I got keys to everywhere" and in episode 2 he swiped the key to the kingdom from Ragatha, and the candy monster calls him a "Master of Unlocking Things" which I think could be genuinely some subtle foreshadowing. A hacker would potentially be able to do something like clip out of bounds, find security keys, crack passwords, and so on and so forth. All he's done with this however is seemingly just pull pranks and leave things in peoples rooms; he's a troll.

We've all speculated about the mysterious pin-back covers: The official pin merch line showing everyone's rooms except for Jaxs, which only shows his door and peeks of The Void tearing through the wall. We're not privvy to what's in Jaxs room if he even has one at all. His room door might actually be his own sort of exit door since he's not trapped. For him it's like loading into a VRChat server and he can log off any time he wants, he's just always sure to be there when everyone else is active so no one notices.

A small stupid thing but, "Jax" is not too far off from "Hax"

Okay, so if Jax is a hacker who can come and go as he pleases, a question is why? Why does he keep coming back to torment everyone around him? His brief gag in Episode 3 I think filled in the blanks for that: He's not just a hacker, he's a streamer and he's broadcasting everything that's happening in the Digital Circus to a watching audience.

He's the one character who has consistently broken the fourth wall in all three episodes so far, the first two episodes were him mugging to the camera and giving comical shrugs and knowing glances to the viewer, but in this episode he outright addresses the audience while seemingly talking to no one to the POV of the other circus members. He's acknowledging his chat. Plus in merch promotion Jax has openly acknowledged his IRL popularity, another form of fourth-wall-breaking.

This may also explain his overall behavior; the reason he's always causing problems on purpose or forcing the group to go on the most dangerous path or take the most 'exciting' option in their adventures: It makes for a good show. Audiences don't want some stupid silly candyland fantasy! They want car chases and explosions! They want to see what wacky things happen to the other circus members! The show must go on! Jax is chasing content, and when he can't get that content it upsets him like the end of Episode 2. Maybe that ties into his self-worth, maybe he needs that sort of validation from his chat and audience.

This angle also adds a bit of a meta angle to the entire series: We the viewer also tune in to watch our favorite circus buddies suffer through whatever zany adventure Caine cooked up. Are we any better than Jax's livestream audience who tune in to see how they're tormented by Caine this week? Heck maybe in-universe we're the audience Jax is playing to! We too want to see them sweat and suffer to get that sweet character growth so are we part of the problem?

Time will tell whether this comes to pass and whether or not I'm overthinking this, but I've had this thought for awhile and only after this episode did the livestreamer angle come to mind.

[forsaken-headcanons]

hi TIS I BURGER BUG ANON

More headcanons...BUT DW X FORSAKEN???????!!?!??!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!

Okay so! I hc gardenview existed in forsaken, but PRE forsaken. Everyone had favorites, all adults assumed to go when younger unless stated otherwise.

Killers first!!

Jason: liked teagan, reminded him of his mom (I never watched the movies but someone explained his lore)

C00lkidd: liked toodles! Obvious why. They actually interacted so much in gardenview that they knew eachother on a name basis <3

John doe: went there when he was younger. He liked rodger.

1x1x1x1: was the #1 shrimpo fan. Haters stick together!! Shrimpo wanted to throw a nuclear bomb on 1x tho.

Survivors!!!

Noob: liked poppy, saw her on ads for soda and then did more research. Ended up absolutely loving her.

elliot: seems like a huge fan of finn, dunno tho. Also hc that in canon and in this that he really liked gardenview and would visit often, despite his age of 19, and even in canon he liked it and played. (Idk he seems like that he's 19 to me.)

shedletsky seems like he would like shelly to me. This is subject to change tho, i feel like he also went to her map often and was the only one she would see???? He probably yapped to her alot

chance: absolutely THE gigi fan. He liked her so much that as a teen he got a summer job as her handler. Gamblers..smh..

Taph: probably liked connie.

Dusekkar: seems like a coal fan to me.

7n7: in his hacker days and childhood he used to like connie for her pranks, and she was a big inspiration. He later on, since he went to gardenview often for c00lkidd, started liking boxten and looey.

Builderman: liked brightney for her smarts. Idk why I feel like he would like her 4 that lol

guest 1337: this one is a joke but he likes glisten. The toughest mf you can find likes the twink.

Two time: probably likes blot and Dazzle. Subject to change tho

-🍔👾

I LOVE DANDYS WORLS AOISDHAP;SIYDGAYUDGAid THIS CROSSOVER IS FIRE!!! ahem. anyways. Two time would totally like Dazzle and Blot. Fire.

[heartsforvin]

SILENT TREATMENT

this is for my girl @forevergirlposts LOVE YOU BAE 😫(bit of a continuation to pranks, but that can be read as a stand-alone, this just mentions them in the car as if the last bits of the imagine (when they’re stargazing) didn’t happen !!)

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; smut, oral (fem receiving), orgasm denial, use of toys, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc), praise kink, degradation kink, thigh riding, unprotected p in v, slapping, spitting, vinnie being his own warning + him kinda being a dick, cussing, if i missed anything lmk!

summary; you give vinnie the silent treatment after an argument, earning you your own kind of treatment in return

sitting at a red light, vinnie turns his gaze to you, wondering if you’re ever gonna speak up.

“you gonna tell me why you’re acting like this?” he asks you, you look over with your arms crossed, glaring at him.

not replying, you turn your gaze back to the window you were looking out at before vinnie spoke up.

the light turns green and you two are on your way across the intersection, still not speaking.

you thought apologizing to him would help, but clearly it just made him more angry.

it was a harmless prank, you thought. clearly not to vinnie, though.

coming to another stop a few miles up the road, vinnie glances in your direction again, you try not to look a him, keeping your eyes on the window as you wait for the light to change.

he mutters something under his breath, gaining your attention, you look over at him and his eyes are on the road.

“that seemed to get your attention.” he says while keeping his gaze fixated on the road in front of you.

you roll your eyes. “well hearing my boyfriend call me a bitch isn’t exactly what i wanna hear.” you reply.

vinnie smirks but quickly changes the expression to a blank stare. the light turns green again and soon the car is filled with silence.

the blonde had stopped at a gas station on the way back to his place. once in the lot, he parked the car and asked if you wanted anything.

you didn’t reply, not having anything else to say. vinnie rolled his eyes and stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind him which resulted you to jump, not expecting the sudden impact.

five minutes later he returns and the two of you are soon on your way back to vinnie’s house.

once again, the ride is silent, the only noise heard his some song vinnie had put on, you not caring what it was.

finally, you pulled in the driveway and vinnie had turned off the car. grabbing his things, he opened the door but faced you. “are you just gonna sit there and pout like a baby or are you gonna come inside?” he asked.

waiting a moment for a reply, he scoffed when you ignored him again. vinnie climbed out of the car and shut the door behind him.

standing in front of the car, he waited for you, since it was the respectful thing to do. even if he was extremely pissed off at you.

“whatever,” he muttered, walking inside the home. once inside, he closes the door behind him and was met with his roommates.

saying a quick ‘hello’ vinnie then made his way to his room, shutting the door behind him and then taking his shoes off.

he put his things down on his desk and then laid on his bed, wondering how long you’d stay out in his car pouting like a child.

twenty minutes later he heard his door quietly open. lifting his gaze from his phone to his bedroom door, he saw you walk in with a slight smile on your face.

“wipe that fucking smile off your face,” he said sternly, making you huff.

you ignored him and just walked to his bathroom. a few moments later you walked out in one of vinnie’s tee’s and some shorts. you made your way to sit at his gaming chair, not wanting to be near him.

“so, you gonna tell me why you decided to start an argument and then give me the silent treatment,” vinnie started, propping himself up on his bed by his elbows. “or am i gonna have to fuck it out of you?”

you couldn’t help but blush and clench your legs together at the thought of vinnie taking his aggression out on you. it wasn’t often he did it, so when he did, you knew you were in for it.

you heard your boyfriend chuckle lowly, noticing the blush on your cheeks and how you pushed your legs together.

“pretty girl likes that idea, huh?” he teases, knowing he’s getting you riled up.

vinnie gets up from his bed and walks over to you, grabbing you by the waist to lift you up. he sits on his gaming chair, making you now sit on his lap.

feeling the prominent boner in his grey sweats, you decide to tease him. why not, right? you already pissed him off, why not do it some more.

wiggling your ass against him, vinnie groans into your neck, gripping your hips roughly.

“killin’ me, princess.” he says, evident strain in his voice.

you smirk at him, leaning in to kiss him but he pulls away. “nuh-uh,” he says, placing his finger on your lips. “only good girls get kisses.” he tells you with a smile spread across his face.

pouting once again, you cross your arms, just wanting to kiss your boyfriend. you start to get off his lap but vinnie pulls you back down.

straddling his thigh now, you squirm around, trying to get rid of the ache in between your legs.

vinnie smiles as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, kissing your temple softly.

that’s the most physical contact you’ve gotten tonight, besides the current situation you two are in.

“wanna be a good girl for me?” he whispers, leaving kisses along your neck, making you even more wet than you already are.

all you can reply with is an ‘mhm’ which sounded more than a moan than an actual response.

smirking, vinnie wraps his arms around you so his hands are on your as, he squeezes gently, making you move a bit on his thigh.

“you were such a brat today, don’t know if you deserve it.” he says, making you whine.

“i’ll be good, swear.” you tell him, giving him the innocent look he loves so much.

grinding against his thigh, you can’t help but let a noise slip, making you bite your lip, not wanting vinnie to hear.

he had, though, and that lead to a smack against your ass. “get off on my thigh, baby,” he says lowly.

whining, you move against him, loving the pleasure it’s giving you. “such a dirty girl, getting herself off by just my thigh. you want it so bad, don’t you, huh?”

you grip at his shoulders to steady yourself, vinnie smiles at you as he grips your hips, helping you relive the ache.

that soon ends though. he abruptly stops you and removes you from his leg, walking you backwards to his bed and pushing you onto it.

“you thought i’d go easy on you? let you get your way?” he laughs, pulling his sweats down and throwing them in the room somewhere.

you nod your head, kind of hoping he would. vinnie chuckles as he smiles at you. you whine as you look at his boner wanting to be free of his boxers.

meanwhile, you find it extremely unfair since your still in his baggy t-shirt and shorts. he sees you lift your hips and pull the shorts off, a smirk plastered on his face.

once your shorts are off you hear vinnie audibly gasp at the sight in front of him.

this wasn’t your guys’ first time, not in the slightest. every time he saw you like this though, he couldn’t help but be mesmerized.

“so gorgeous, princess.” he compliments you, making you blush and hide your face in your shoulder.

vinnie goes soft on you for a moment, his once aggressive demeanor now a more calm one.

hooking his index finger under your chin, he lifts up your chin so you can look at him. he smiles and gives you what you’ve been waiting for.

the kiss isn’t rough nor fast paced, it’s slow and passionate.

once the two of you are separated, it’s like that kiss never happened and he wasn’t just giving you the most loving touches in the world.

“lay on your back,” is all he says before crawling up on the bed and being mere inches away from where you’ve been needing him most.

looking up at you, he stares at you coldly before asking, “can i take these off, sweetheart?” tugging at the waistband of your panties.

nodding, you have the biggest grin on your face, finally getting what you’ve been wanting. vinnie slowly pulls your panties down your legs and tosses them somewhere in his room.

lowering himself, he lays with his chest on the bed while his mouth his oh so close to your dripping core.

before giving you exactly what you want, vinnie rubs your clit ever so slowly, teasing you and making you squirm away from him.

he roughly pulls you back by your ankles, not even giving you another second to process anything before his mouth is on you.

another whine escapes your lips the second you feel his mouth on you. you grip at the sheets, loving the feeling.

“mhm, vin.” you moan out, the feeling of him sucking on your clit becoming too much to handle.

you feel like you can cum any second, squeezing your legs around his head, you hear vinnie moan into you, causing vibrations all over.

letting go with a loud sound, vinnie looks up at you with pure lust, you can see the wetness on his chin and that just makes you more needy.

“such a pretty pussy,” he says, smacking you gently which only makes you whimper in response. “you like that? like it when i smack your pussy like that, baby?”

biting your lip, you let out a loud moan when he does it again, making vinnie chuckle in return. “doin’ so good for me, sweetheart.” he praises, only making it worse for you.

you know the ‘innocent’ act from him won’t last long. well, however innocent he can get while eating you out.

you were cut off from your thoughts when you felt vinnies middle finger enter you, a groan erupting from him.

sucking on your clit again, he pumps his finger in and out of you at a fast pace, making you arch your back slightly as you grip the sheets.

“f-fuck, vin, feels so good.” you moan out, looking down at him with lust filled eyes.

detaching his lips from you, he adds another finger, circling your clit with his thumb to help you get close to the edge.

“mm close,” you whine out, gripping the boys hair below you.

right before you’re about to let go, vinnie pulls away from you, smirking as he licks his fingers clean.

“what the fuck?” you ask, lifting yourself up on your elbows to look at him. “why’d you stop?”

standing up, you can clearly see the visible boner in his boxers, making you close your legs.

he looks at you for a moment with his arms crossed, almost as if he’s studying you. feeling small under his gaze, you bring your arms up to cover yourself.

vinnie doesn’t answer, instead, he goes over to one of the bedside tables and pulls it open.

pulling out the toy, you immediately shake your head. “no, no, no.” you say, tears brimming your eyes.

vinnie climbs back on the bed and pushes you on your back again, he smiles at you as he brings the vibrator to your clit, turning it on to the second highest setting.

“mm, vinnie,” you moan out, trying your best to not close your legs in on him.

the pleasure soon gets to be too much, seeing as he’s upped the vibration to the second to last setting.

you grip the sheets and bite your lip, knowing if you didn’t, everyone would be able to hear you.

vinnie knew you were close and took the toy away from you, making you roll your eyes.

he chuckles as he tosses the toy to the side, forgetting all about it. vinnie moves his hands up your body and stops once he reaches your tits, squeezing them roughly through your shirt.

“fuck, baby,” he says, rubbing your nipples through your shirt. “so sensitive, are we?”

lifting your shirt, he can clearly see just how sensitive you are, one little movement from him and you’re squirming.

vinnie leans down to suck on your tits, leaving evident marks on them as he does. he moves his mouth to your left one, taking your nipple in his mouth as he massages the right.

“mm, more,” you say, loving the feeling of his mouth on your chest.

vinnie hums in response, not giving you what you want in the slightest.

moving down your body, he leaves kisses all down your stomach to your thighs.

vinnie looks up at you and you can’t help but smile, even if you aren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow morning.

“get that fuckin’ smile off your face,” he growls at you. “you know what’s gonna happen?” he asks.

you shake your head as you look up at him with puppy dog eyes. “i’m gonna fuck this pretty pussy of yours, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl.” the blonde explains.

this expression towards you was blank. he said the most filthy words to you with such a serious tone and an almost blank stare.

“can you say it for me, pretty?” vinnie asks as he kisses the inside of your thigh.

you squirm at the feeling of his lips on your skin. “i’m your good girl, vin.” you tell him.

he smiles and kisses your lips the second those words leave your mouth. the next thing you know his boxers are off and he’s pulling you closer to him.

“can i take this off?” he asks, tugging on your (his) shirt.

you nod your head frantically, wanting nothing more than the shirt off and for him to be inside of you.

vinnie finally pulls your shirt off and tosses it to the ground, leaving you both completely naked to each other.

he can’t help put kiss you, you just look too irresistible for him not too. although he is mad at you for the silent treatment you’ve given him all night, he can’t help but go soft on you and treat you as if you’re something so fragile.

“scoot up on the bed for me, baby.” vinnie whispers against your lips.

you pull away from the boy and move up to the headboard, laying your head against a pillow. you smile and bite your lip as you watch your boyfriend crawl on the bed closer to you.

once he reaches you, he gives you a quick kiss before placing his hands on either side of you to steady himself.

without a warning, he pushes himself into you with a groan, setting a steady pace. as his thrusts become deeper, so does the physical contact from him.

“yeah you like that, princess?” he asks, you can’t help but moan at the feeling. “like it when i fuck this pretty pussy, baby?”

vinnie smirks as you moan out his name, he watches as your eyes roll back in pleasure. “eyes on me, princess.” he tells you as he smacks your tits roughly.

grabbing onto vinnie’s hair, you pull it when he hits a particularly good spot, moaning as you do so. “vin, please.”

you open your eyes but soon close them once again when you feel the harsh smack on your chest.

vinnie grabs your face and makes you look at him as he keeps his pace fast. “open your mouth for me, sweetheart.”

opening your mouth, vinnie leans in closer and let’s a string of spit enter. “swallow.” is all he says. you do, and he smiles.

“good girl.” he praises. you grip his shoulders and buck your hips, meeting his thrusts.

“that’s it, baby. fuck yourself on my cock,” vinnie says with a moan followed after. “that’s it, doing so good.”

you feel that knot in your stomach tighten as vinnie’s thrusts become deeper. he could tell you were close, wanting to tease you, he thought about stopping, but he decided not to.

“come on baby, cum on my cock,” he grunts, his pace becoming faster. “ be a good girl for me.”

with a few more harsh thrusts from him, you’re moaning out his name as you come down from your high.

vinnie follows soon after, kissing you on the forehead once he catches his breath.

he stays inside of you for a minute, loving the feeling. laying down on your chest, you wrap your arm around him.

“maybe i should give you the silent treatment more often.” you tell your boyfriend.

he brushes some hair out of your face and kisses you passionately. “if i get to fuck you like that, then be my guest.” he replies with a smile.

kissing you one last time, he pulls out of you and the two of you get dressed, walking downstairs and acting as if your boyfriend didn’t just fuck you so good.

although everyone knew the minute you made your way into the living room, getting an earful from vinnie’s roommates.

vinnie comes up behind you and leans into you, kissing your neck. “don’t listen to them, they’re just jealous i get to have you.”

lil surprise (: i hope you all enjoyed, everyone say thank you to dakota ( @forevergirlposts) for commenting under my most recent imagine n puttin this idea in my head , ILY <333 and i hope you loved it 🩷

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Prank

Vinnie Hacker x Y/N - Drabble - 826 WC

Masterlist

Warnings: prank gone wrong, Vinnie being defensive and protective, Charli/Dixie/Nikita hate (idk i just know they were also members of the hype house), hurt/comfort, apologizing, fake cheating

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You had had such a long day at work all you wanted was to cuddle up with Vinnie and melt into the bed together. As you walked up the stairs you heard giggling before Dixie and Charli saw you. They stifled their laughter as you approached Vinnie’s room. You could feel their eyes on you, it was weird but everyone in the house kinda acted weird around you. You weren’t famous and you were plus size, not to call them all superficial but you noticed how they all eyed you and kept conversations short. You opened the door and froze, your whole body shutting down at the sight. Nikita laid on Vinne’s shirtless chest. He looked like he was asleep but the door opening and the giggles woke him up. 

He smiled when he saw you but frowned when he saw the state you were in. “Baby?” 

Your eyes darted to Nikita who sat up, the nastiest smirk gracing her lips. 

Vinnie jumped back when he finally noticed her “What the fuck get out!” He said, getting out of the bed himself. 

Your legs moved by themselves, wanting to leave the house as quickly as you could. Tears fell in rapid streams down your cheeks. Vinnie grabbed your arm as he caught up to you halfway down the stairs. You yanked it away from him, “Don’t touch me.” You said. Your voice held nothing but betrayal. Sad, broken betrayal. You looked at Vinnie for a moment before you started laughing. “Ya know I really believed you when you said you loved me… I thought maybe you were different. That you were ok being with me. How silly...” You said with a watery tone. 

Vinnie’s heart broke at your words, “I do love you!” He said sincerely. He wanted to hold you so badly as if that would somehow prove his sentiment.

“You don’t cheat on people you love!” You yelled, your voice cracking half way through. “And the fact… the fact that you know how insecure I am… something I confided in you and no one else…” you said pointing a finger at him. How could he? 

“I didn’t cheat on you! I don’t know why Nikita was there. I took a nap and woke up to all this, I swear.” He pleaded with you. 

“Don’t be a cheater and a liar Vincent.” You said dryly. “We’re done. I wish you the most for your health and happiness.” You shoved the plastic promise ring he won on your first date into his chest before turning and leaving the house. 

“Oh shit!” Dixie whispered as her Charlie and Nikita all watched and filmed from upstairs. 

“What the fuck?!” Vinnie yelled at them, completely serious and full of anger.

“She can’t take a joke?” Nikita said with an attitude. 

“It’s not that deep.” Dixie said.

“It is that deep! The love of my life just broke up with me because you three fucks can’t film a video without messing with other people. This isn’t a prank, this is my life, her life! And you just shit on it like it was nothing.” He said firmly, rubbing a hand over his face. 

The three girls left quickly after Vinnie’s words. He went to his room to get his keys before heading out to go find you.

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You scrolled through Instagram, your puffy eyes and sniffles evident but you were all out of tears to shed. A daily mail article popped up on your feed which caught your attention immediately. You watched intently the video the Daily Mail linked with the article; Charlie, Dixie, and Nikita all setting up today’s earlier events. Framing it all as a prank but what really got you was how they not only filmed but posted what you and Vinnie said to each other on the stairs. The video cut off. You scrolled to read the comments, most people agreeing that this was too far for a prank while a few others mocked your reaction. You shuffled to the door quickly, just wanting to get back to Vinnie. There he stood, fist raised to knock. You immediately hugged him tightly, “I’m so sorry.” You said.

Vinnie hugged you tightly, burying his head into the crook of your neck. He breathed you in deeply, the thought of losing you killed him so having you back in his arms - he needed to know you were real.

“No, I'm sorry. I’m moving out of the Hype House. I can’t deal with the drama anymore. I can’t lose you…” he mumbled.

You leaned back to hold his face, “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” 

“Don’t be. If I saw you in the same position with a guy I would have reacted the same.” 

“Move here, with me. I know it’s not much but… I love you and I think we are ready.” you asked nervously.

Vinnie smiled, tilting your chin up to kiss you, “I’ll follow you anywhere woman.”

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Naboo's Note:

Still struggling with the mental health bb girls/guys/nonbinary pals. Doing my best to write and take care of myself, bear with me plz XOXOXOXOXO!!!!!!