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randofics · 4 months

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Found these pics and had to write this. It's just something about that collar looks so good on him, yk?

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To say you were surprised was an understatement. Somehow, someone got a bomb collar on the bat. He had deactivated it, but so far, he didn't have much luck removing it.

At first, you had to laugh, doubling over at his extra grumpy expression. "How did they even manage that!?" He grumbled, crossing his arms. "Knocked me out just long enough."

"Ok, so you're sure you deactivated it?"

"Yes."

"You just can't reach the back to unlock it?"

"Yes."

"I don't know how to pick locks, so how am I supposed to help?"

"I'll guide you."

"But wouldn't it be easier and quicker to just cut it off?"

"I'm not certain where the explosives are or what they're comprised of, so cutting it is off the table."

"Ok, fine, just sit down so I can reach." He follows your order and sits in the office chair in front of your cluttered desk.

Without realizing it, you stare at him for a moment. He's got that man-spread going on with one hand on his thigh, the other resting on the chair arm with his lock picks in hand. That silver shining collar stands out against the dark blue of his cowl. For some reason, it looks so good on him, and you can't place why.

He's relaxed but still with his ever-present brooding aura as he quirks a brow at you. "What is it?"

A blush tints your cheeks as you shake your head. "N-nothing, let's get this thing off!" His face betrays nothing as inside he thinks just how cute you are. He's a detective, so of course, he noticed what you were looking at and how you were looking at him. He also noticed when you glanced at the collar how your expression ever so slightly changed.

You move closer, taking the picks from him as he explains what goes where. You can't help but watch his adams apple bob as he speaks. It hits the top edge of the collar in a way that looks uncomfortable, possibly even painful.

As he's mid sentence, you reach out, letting your fingertip press between the side of his throat and the inner lip of the collar to gauge how tight it is. Gently, you tug on it and ever so slightly wiggle it up and down. It barely moves, letting you know it's pretty darn tight. "It isn't constricting you, is it?"

"No."

"Ugh, I hate things around my neck like that. I don't know how you're standing that thing."

"I've been trained to not let things like this get to me. Keeping a clear head during deadly situations is paramount in one's survival."

"Right. Let's hurry this up then." You move behind him and do as he tells you, maneuvering the tools just right till you feel the lock turn and with a click the collar swings open. He grabs it, pulling it away from his neck and giving it a quick once over before sitting it on the surface of your desk along with the pick still inside the lock.

You watch as he massages his throat and the muscles of his neck under the reinforced Kevlar lined cowl. "Thanks"

"No problem. Is there anything else you need?"

Standing, he moves closer, backing you into the desk, his arms boxing you in. Confusion and a bright blush cross your face. "Wh- what are you doing?"

"You know you aren't as subtle as you think."

"What?"

"The looks you give me and the expressions you make give you away completely."

"What are you suggesting?" His face inches closer, and he gives you the first grin you've ever seen on him. Swave and attractive it makes heat pool in your chest and abdomen as your face and ears grow a tad redder.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm suggesting." A squeak escapes your throat when his gloved fingers come up to tilt your chin. "You alright with this?"

"Ye-yes."

"Good." He presses forward lips connecting with yours in a gentle kiss. Your eyes flutter closed as your arms snake around his neck, and you feel his hand on your lower back. Fingers slip beneath your shirt, caressing your spine as he pulls you to him. One of your hands moves to grip his hair, but his cowl is in the way. Instead, you hold onto one of the pointy "ears."

He breaks away for air, looking into your half lidded eyes before attacking your neck. Subconsciously, you lift a thigh to hook around his waist. Pressing your heel into the back of his thigh, you pull him closer. His groin meets your pelvic bone, giving you the barest hint of pleasure.

A noise escapes your throat when his tongue glides up your jugular. Excited and aroused shivers run down your spine. His hands finally start to roam over you, feeling for those sensitive spots. His thumb dips into the waistband of your pants and underwear ghosting over the side of your abdomen just inches above the crook of your hip.

The muscles of your stomach jump at the pleasurable yet ticklish sensation as you feel his other hand on your lifted thigh moving to the back of your knee.

-------

He's growing more aroused by the second. Ever since he first noticed your attraction towards him, he'd been slowly allowing himself to interact with you more. He didn't deserve you. You were so sweet and funny, and he wanted you to be safe. His life was incredibly dangerous, and if anyone found out about you, they'd use you to get to him. Even as Bruce Wayne, there would be that danger of someone using you for ransom.

You made him happy even though he didn't show it much. But the more he thought about you with someone else, the more jealous and saddened he felt. He didn't want to lose you either way. So he made up his mind.

If you wanted to stay with him, then he'd protect you no matter what.

-------

He pulls away, leaving you confused. "Do you want to keep going?" Eyes dilated and half lidded you grin up at him. "Yes, please."

You move over to the bed, pulling your top off along with your pants. He takes off his utility belt, setting it next to the collar on the desk and undoing the cape from his suit draping it over the chair. He gets onto the bed on his knees and pats his thighs, beckoning you over.

"Sit with your back against me, legs on either side of mine." He helps hold you up as you get into the backward straddling position. His knees on the inside of yours keep your legs spread as one of his hands comes behind you to undo your bra, slipping it down your arms.

With his arm around you like a seatbelt, he uses his teeth to pull off his glove/gauntlet quickly, followed by the other. Both are tossed to the bed in front of you. His bare hands land on your stomach, one moving to your chest while the other slips under the waistband of your underwear.

He gently kneads your breast, placing pecks along your neck and shoulder. His fingers pressing into your button, making your hips jolt against him.

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You can't believe this is actually happening. You had first met him when he came to you for answers. That whole interaction was scary, but when you explained yourself, he actually listened. He somewhat relaxed and had you show him what you had found. You watched him out the corner of your eye as he stood over you in your desk chair. Then, once he got all the information he needed, he left.

He was back a few weeks later asking for your assistance, and this time, you actually had the presence of mind to really look at him.

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It had been a couple of months of his occasional visits to get to where you were now, straddling his lap backward on your bed with his hands all over you.

His fingers split you open as his middle circled your opening. The slight rough texture of his hands added to the sensations you were feeling.

You let out a gasp when his finger pushed inside you, slowly pumping in and out. The pleasure left you breathless as you arched your back, head laid back on his shoulder. Moans and whimpers flowed from your lips as he worked you up.

Another finger pushes into you scissoring you open as his thumb rubs circles over your button. Your hands claw at him, trying to ground yourself. Slick begins to soak his hand and the fabric of your underwear as you feel yourself getting close.

He can feel your walls pulsing as he presses his fingers into a certain spot inside you. Your legs attempt to snap shut, but his knees keep you spread for him. Louder moans flood from your mouth as you finally snap, body tensing. The white hot pleasure strikes through you like lightning. He groans in your ear when he feels the warm liquid dripping onto his hand.

When your body relaxes against his, he pulls his hand free, spreading his fingers apart in front of you, watching as the viscous clear fluid strings between them. He brings his hand to his mouth over your shoulder. You watch as he licks his hand clean, clearly enjoying your slight salty taste.

Once he's done, he dries his hand on your bedsheets. "You still wanna keep going?" You nod kissing along his jaw. "You have to say it, baby."

"Yes, I want to keep going." He places more kisses along your neck. "You like these panties?"

"I can always get more."

"Good."

His fingers slip under the leg hem of your underwear, ripping them off in one swift motion. You let out an excited sound as he growls in your ear. He pulls down his suit's pants and slips on a condom as you sit up from his lap a moment.

When you sit back down, you feel his tip between your folds. He uses your slick to lubricate himself, gently moving his hips against your rear. You sigh in pleasure, hands coming up to grab the ear of his cowl and caress his jaw. Turning your head, your lips connect again in another languid kiss.

"Gonna slip in now, ok?"

"Yeah." A loud pleasured whine escapes your lips as his tip pierces you. You feel his chest rumble against your back as he growls again. He pushes in slow, ever the gentleman till he finally hilts inside you. Brushing your hair aside, he kisses the nape of your neck, making you shiver.

"If I could just stay inside you like this forever, I would do it in a hearbeat."

"I would too."

"You wanted to pull my hair, right?" His question catches you off guard.

"How'd you know?"

"You were scratching and gripping my cowl."

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was doing that."

"Don't worry about it, baby. I've got an idea. How about I cover your eyes and I pull off my cowl for you?"

"Really? You'd trust me not to peak through your fingers?"

He nods, pecking your cheek. "I think you'll be too focused on the pleasure than what I look like. And I can keep kissing your neck just in case."

"Ok."

He covers your eyes with a hand as the other pulls back his cowl. He ruffles his hair from its flattened position and takes one of your hands kissing your palm, then moving it to his cheek. He leans into your touch as you feel up to his temple, then to his hair. Gently, you scratch his scalp, making him hum in appreciation.

You feel his hips pull back, dragging him along your walls. The both of you let out moans at the feeling. Slowly, he picks up the pace plunging in and out of you as your walls pulse around him.

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The sound of your apartment door unlocking and creaking open catches his ear. It seems your roommate's back a tad earlier than she said. He coveres your mouth with his other hand and stops his movements. You make a questioning sound under his palm, and he whispers in your ear.

"Your roommate's back. Do you still wanna do this?" You give him a firm nod.

"Keep quiet then." He growls out the words in playful warning. You'd love to find out what his punishment would be, but you'd rather do that when you have some extra time alone with him.

He starts up his rhythm again as you keep your mouth closed. Smaller moans and whines reverberate in your throat and through your nose as you tug on his hair.

You feel his teeth nip at your skin as you grind your hips against his with every thrust. His groans and growls are muffled in your neck as he pushes your hips into his with his free hand.

Your coil tightens as his thrusts grow firm. His quick breaths are hot on your skin. It feels like his tip is perfectly kissing your cervix with each thrust in. He lifts his head, panting heavy in your ear, mouth open.

"I'm close." Your pitiful quiet voice drags him that much further to his edge. "Ok, just hold on a bit longer for me, baby."

His pace quickens just a bit as he grows closer to his own release. He can feel it creeping up on him, so he has to time it just right.

"I'll cound us down, ok?" You nod.

"In 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Now!"

Your body tenses as your core sucks him in massaging along his length. His teeth bite into the crook of your neck as he lets out feral sounds. His hips press hard into yours as he uses both hands to hold you against him. Hot white ropes fill the condom as your eyes roll back in ecstasy. Your body twitches with slight overstimulation as you both catch your breath.

He pulls his cowl back on before embracing you in a hug, kissing over his bite mark. You both sit there for a minute, soaking in the afterglow.

"I need to get back out there." His voice has sadness in it. He would much rather stay till morning, but he has a job to do.

"Yeah, I know, darling."

He pulls out with a hiss and moves to sit on the edge of your bed. Tying up the condom he slips it into one of his evidence bags, stowing it in an empty pocket of his belt. He'll dispose of it properly later.

You come up behind him, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and leaning against him. Nuzzling into his neck, you hum in an affectionate tone. His head leans against yours as he slips his gloves/gauntlets back on. He kisses both your palms before standing. His belt snaps closed around his waist, followed by his cape. Then he removes the pick from the lock on the collar, slipping it back in its place among his other gadgets.

"Hey C'mere."

He comes closer, leaning down to your level. You pull him in for another kiss, both hands on either side of his face. One of his hands cups your cheek, the other holding the still open collar. When he pulls away, you grip his hand.

"I love you. Be careful out there."

Your words catch him off guard this time. Now he knows it's real. Now he has to protect you no matter what.

"I love you too. I will be." With another quick peck on the lips, you break away from each other. You watch as he slips out your window, closing it behind himself and making his way up to the roof.

You fall back onto your bed. Letting your body rest a moment longer. The need to pee growing stronger by the second.

Once you've rested enough, you put on your previously discarded bra and a new pair of underwear. Quietly, you sneak out of your room and down the hall to use the bathroom.

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Back in the cave, Bruce dismantled the collar, removing the charge and explosives before putting it back together. He takes it over to a display case with a faceless bust sitting inside. Alfred opens the glass, and Bruce closes the collar around the busts neck, closing the case and locking it up.

"Sir, any special reason for keeping this one?"

"To mark a special day for me, Alfred."

"Ah, well, to more special days in the future, then."

"To more special days." The whiskey glasses clink together before they take a sip.

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The next morning, you grogily walk into the kitchen, grabbing the milk and cereal to pour yourself a bowl. Your roommate walks in behind you, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

"You had a guy over last night?"

Whipping around, you meet her eyes. "How'd you know?"

"That bite mark for one. Also, I could faintly hear you two from the living room. He must have left before I woke up."

"Yeah, he had to go to work."

"Ok, well, I'm just about to leave too. I'll see you for dinner. Are we still on for pasta night?"

"Oh yeah, of course! I need to run by the store later to get a couple of things."

"Ok, be careful! See you later!"

You watch as she runs out the door, shaking your head with a smile."

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kyuuppi · 4 years

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“You lie to your best friend/crush that you have an OnlyFans just to see their reaction”

Ft. Sugawara; Nishinoya; Tsukishima; Oikawa; Kenma

Pt. 2

A/N: My bias is so obvious here LOL

KARASUNO

↳ Sugawara

➣ You are over at his house, the two of you idly watching a sitcom while browsing your phones and chatting in between; it’s comfortable, as times with Sugawara usually are.

➣ Every time Suga leans in to show you a funny meme on his phone or throws his head back in laughter at a joke from the show, you find your heart skipping a beat.

➣ He is beautiful, basically an angel in your eyes, but he is also your best friend and you don’t think he has any interest in you like that. Not in the way you do.

➣ That’s how you get the idea to test his feelings.

➣ Being the troublemaker you are (how else would you and Suga get along so well?) you decide to shake things up by casually mentioning you’re interested in starting an OnlyFans and asking if he thinks its a good idea.

➣ You expect either of two reactions: either he’ll be as supportive as usual, possibly advising you to be cautious with strangers online like the mother hen he is, proving he only sees you as a friend—or he’ll tell you not to, possible evidence that likes you.

➣ The response you receive is not quite what you were expecting...

➣ Once the words leave your lips his head immediately whips around in your direction, light brown eyes looking at you with a serious expression on his face, something you’d never really seen before. It makes you uncomfortable and you begin to regret all of your life decisions.

➣ Suddenly though, he is leaning into you, his arms coming up to trap you against the couch as you try to back away. Your eyes are as wide as saucers and face completely flushed as he continues to stare you down before speaking.

➣ “Even though I’m your best friend, I’m still a man, you know. You’re being awfully cruel right now.”

➣ You audibly gulp, suddenly feeling light-headed but he keeps speaking, close enough that you can feel his hot breath fan across your cheeks.

➣ “Asking me to watch the person I like show off in front of thousands of other men? Even I have my limits.”

➣ And that marks the day of you and Sugawara’s first kiss. ♡

↳ Nishinoya

➣ Your best friend, Nishinoya Yuu, is notoriously unabashed with his affections.

➣ The two of you have an interesting relationship—Noya has no qualms with expressing how pretty he thinks you are, borderline flirting with you at times, and you frequently return the favor.

➣ But you don’t take any of it seriously, of course, regardless of how much you secretly wish it were real. Everyone at Karasuno knows about Noya’s undying dedication to the volleyball club manager, Shimizu Kiyoko, and he confesses his love to her at least twice a day.

➣ Unbeknownst to you those professions became less and less frequent after he met you and now most of Karasuno thinks the two of you are basically dating

➣ The two of you are at the mall, a frequent hang out place where Noya can look at volleyball gear and you can browse manga at the bookstore, when you get the idea to prank your friend.

➣ “Hey, Noya? I’ve been thinking about finding a way to make more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so I decided to make an OnlyFans—I already have a few subscribers.”

➣ Nishinoya nearly trips and falls flat on his face. You would have laughed if it weren’t for how he immediately grabs at your shoulders, staring at you with a mix of anger and fear.

➣ “Absolutely not! No one should be allowed to see your beautiful body like that but me!”

➣ You immediately fluster at his loud declaration, acutely aware of how other customers in the mall are giving the two of your strange looks as they walk by.

➣ “B-but Noya, we aren’t even dating—”

➣ “Then let’s start dating!”

➣ And what are you gonna do? Say no?

↳ Tsukishima

➣ Being friends with Tsukishima could be frustrating at times—a sentiment you and Yamaguchi frequently discuss when the blond isn’t around.

➣ Tsukishima likes to think most things are beneath him and he’s too cool to find enjoyment in activities most other friends enjoy, ranging from mini golf to video games. The man seems content to waste his life away studying and listening to music if it weren’t for you and Yamaguchi forcing him out of his room.

➣ Naturally, something like a prank war would be something Tsukishima would want no part of—not that that has ever stopped you.

➣ Usually, your pranks are failures. Either Tsukishima easily figures out what you’re doing before it can happen or he doesn’t give you the satisfaction of a reaction, chastising you for wasting your time pulling pranks when you have a failing grade in mathematics you’ll later beg him to help you study for.

➣ He still helps you though, he’s whipped

➣ Your newest prank however, you feel exceptionally confident in. Not only is it simple to pull off, only relying on your acting kills, but it also might answer your curiosity on whether you have a chance in getting your dearest Tsukki to see you as more than just a friend.

➣ The day you decide to do it the three of you are hanging out in Tsukishima’s bedroom as usual, you working on the math homework Tsukishima forced you to study while he reads a book and Yamaguchi sits in the corner reading a book.

➣ You had already discussed your plans with Yama beforehand, to which his expression looked suspiciously devious, like he knew something you didn’t know, as he proclaimed his support.

➣ You hear Tsukishima turning a page and decide to speak up.

➣ “Hey, Tsukki, have you heard of OnlyFans?”

➣ You hold back a snicker as you see Tsukishima visibly tense, his eyes widening behind his glasses for a moment before he relaxes. From the corner of your eyes you can see Yamaguchi smirking behind his comic, watching the blond closely.

➣ “...yeah, I’ve heard of it,” Tsukishima simply replies.

➣ “I’ve been thinking about making more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so my friend suggested it. She said I could make over ten thousand yen a month.”

➣ “I think only the really attractive ones make that much.”

➣ You gasp, thoroughly offended, and Yamaguchi looks mildly annoyed by his friend’s response, already opening his mouth to chastise him for being so mean—but before he can say anything, Tsukishima is speaking again, still looking down at the book in his lap.

➣ “Don’t do it though.”

➣ “Why not?” You pout, refusing to look up at him when you speak.

➣ “...I don’t want the person I like to do those types of things.”

➣ You nearly choke on your own saliva, head darting up to stare at him in disbelief. Yamaguchi, for some reason, only smiles softly, looking unsurprised by the admission.

➣ “W-what? You...like me?”

➣ “Oi, shouldn’t you be studying? One more F and you’re gonna flunk out of the class, dummy.”

➣ You’re slightly disappointed by the change of subject but when you notice the soft pink on Tsukishima’s cheeks you can’t help but to smile the whole time you finish your homework.

AOBA JOUSAI

↳ Oikawa

➣ Oikawa is a busy guy.

➣ You were well aware of that before the two of you happened to be paired up for an assignment and got to know each other, eventually becoming close friends.

➣ Between volleyball practices, tournaments, magazine interviews, and appeasing a passionate fan club, Oikawa rarely has time for himself, let alone another person.

➣ Despite all of that, you could tell he always made sure to spend time with you, dedicating a few weekends a month to hanging out, just the two of you, and constantly texting you in the times the two of you couldn’t physically be together.

➣ From an outsider’s perspective, it was almost like the two of you were dating.

➣ But alas, you know the sad reality is that Oikawa is most certainly not your boyfriend and you have no idea if he has any interest in your like that…

➣ ...Which is why you decide to try to make him jealous one day to push him towards confessing his feelings, if they exist.

➣ The two of you are at a café, sipping lattes and gossiping about other students when you bring it up.

➣ “Y’know...I’ve been thinking of making an OnlyFans.”

➣ To your surprise, Oikawa’s eyes seem to light up, his lips curving into a smile of excitement.

➣ “Wow, really? Maybe I should make one too!”

➣ Oikawa immediately pulls out his cell phone and the color drains from your face as you realize your plan has completely backfired.

➣ “My fans are going to love this—hey do you think we can do a collab? The two of us in one pic would make us top creators for sure.”

➣ You can only nod numbly with a fake smile at Oikawa’s enthusiasm.

➣ Oh god, you’ve created a monster…

NEKOMA

↳ Kozume

➣ Unless you’re Kuroo, becoming friends with Kenma is a nearly impossible feat. Actually making him want to spend time with you alone, even more so.

➣ But somehow, you managed to work your way into Kenma’s tightly knit social circle more like a two point line segment of him and Kuroo and your evenings after his volleyball practice are usually spent in one of your bedrooms, playing Splatoon and Animal Crossing until your Switches die or your parents force you to come home for dinner—whichever comes first.

➣ You love spending time with Kenma, his quiet presence somehow making you feel comfortable—but over time those feelings of ease have shifted into something more akin to nervousness and excitement as you’ve come to develop a crush on the setter.

➣ Every moment with him, watching the small smiles tug at his lips when he wins a match or his cute, frustrated pout when he can’t figure out how to defeat a boss makes your heart flutter and it’s becoming more and more painful to idly sit by without expressing your feelings.

➣ A direct confession, especially to a boy with nearly 0 social skills, is scary, so you want to be sure your feelings are returned before you even attempt to share them.

➣ Thus, you’ve decided to take Kuroo’s advice.

➣ “Push him into a corner. Kenma will only act when he thinks he has to.”

➣ You take a deep breath to steel your nerves before you speak, eying him sneakily from behind your Switch.

➣ “Gamer girls and boys are kind of trendy these days; I’m thinking about starting an OnlyFans to make money to buy more games.”

➣ The only visible response you receive is a slow blink as Kenma continues to play his game, fingers tapping furiously on the keys.

➣ “Ah...I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

➣ “Why not?”

➣ There are a few moments of silence between you two, the room only filled with the SFX of your games as Kenma seems to finish his round. You recognize the victory music as Kenma pauses to finally raise his gaze to meet your own.

➣ “It's your body so I can’t tell you what to do but...I would feel really jealous of all your subscribers.”

➣ And just like that, Kenma returns his attention to the video game, unpausing and starting a new match, blissfully unaware of you struggling to calm your racing heart and flushed cheeks.

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bottomlouisficfest · 4 years

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We hope you’ve enjoyed the second week of fics from the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Every weekend, we’re compiling all of the fics from that week into one roundup post so they’re easy to find for anyone looking to catch up on fics they missed. Enjoy these amazing fics and give them the love they deserve!

blinded by the sparks

A fic by wallstracktwo on AO3 | @wallstracktwo on Tumblr

22k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

"You can’t even keep your lies straight. Mike has the memory of an elephant and can remember every single detail about every single person he’s ever met, so don’t stand there and tell me that he mixed you up with someone else.” He took back Harry’s cigarette. “I saw you exchanging lower chips for higher ones. I saw you counting the cards. There is no fucking way you won seven thousand dollars tonight honestly. And so I will repeat myself — I want in. Fifty-fifty.”

Harry was completely taken aback by the stunningly attractive man standing in front of him. He made several attempts to say something — opening and closing his mouth at least twice before he was finally able to string a few words together. “What? No. No way. No. Sorry, but I work alone.”

That was the truth too — he had never trusted anyone enough to let them get close, especially when it came to his scamming, so having a partner was completely, utterly out of the question.

“Don’t you think you need someone on the…” Louis’ tongue darted out, licking his lips as his eyes flickered to Harry’s mouth, one eyebrow cocking up. “...inside.”

Or - Harry is a scammer who drifts from casino to casino. Louis is the new waiter who wants in on the scam.

somewhere in between

A fic by soldouthaz on AO3 | @soldouthaz on Tumblr | soldouthaz on Twitter

42k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis wakes up early. He brushes his teeth and can only stomach a piece of toast for breakfast, dressing quickly and heading for the car. He pulls into the parking lot of the Department of Dominance and Submission just as they’re unlocking the doors. It takes him all of an hour in the uncomfortable chairs to fill out the paperwork to the best and most accurate of his ability, handing it over to the receptionist as soon as he’s finished and wiping his sweaty palms on his business trousers.

There’s a high chance that within ten to fifteen business days, Louis will be matched with a dominant.

Shit.

On My Mind All The Time, Say You're Mine

A fic by Safetypinprince on AO3 | @roselouis on Tumblr | femboyIouis on Twitter

9k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Dude, we’re inside, and it’s night time. Those don’t look as cool as you think they do.” Louis could kick himself, he sounded so stupid, but it certainly got the guy’s attention.

It was at that unfortunate moment that he noticed several other things about this hot asshole, that he hadn’t noticed just staring from afar. First, when Louis spoke to him, his gaze was kind of unfocused behind his sunglasses, and secondly, that he had a red and white cane folded up under his arm.

“I’m… Blind,” the man chuckled, awkwardly.

Louis wanted to melt into a puddle out of pure embarrassment.

“I— am so sorry. I have to go.”

“Hey, wait, wait,” the man soothed, grabbing at Louis’ shoulders before he could get away.

“I’m sorry,” Louis repeated, looking down at his shoes.

“It’s alright,” He cackled. “I get it a lot. More than you know.”

Alternatively titled: and they were roommates.

A Silent Whisper (That's Left Unsaid)

A fic by MyEnglishRose on AO3 | @lwtisloved on Tumblr | darlinlou on Twitter

50k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“So… we’re doing this?”

Louis shrugs, suddenly acting disinterested.

“Your call, Curly.”

Instead of a verbal response, Harry suddenly takes Louis’ left hand in his. The black ring seems to nag him as the fire’s light reflects its polished edges. He ignores Louis’ curious gaze as he quickly takes off one of his own rings — the rose one —, sliding it on Louis’ middle finger. It is a little large and when he lets go of his hand, Louis has to curl it into a fist so the ring doesn’t immediately fall off.

“We’ll tell them it’s a promise ring, not an actual engagement,” Harry declares, trying to ignore how warm his cheeks feel. Hopefully, it can’t be seen as he is facing away from the fireplace.

“Right… could have gotten me a fitted ring though, my Harry ten years ago was more thoughtful.”

Louis’ tone is light and teasing again. It creates a small smile on Harry’s lips.

“Someday,” he whispers before he even registers it himself.

They both ignore it.

Or. A Fake Relationship & Exes to Lovers AU ft a failed proposal ten years ago, an oblivious Harry, an overworked Louis, Zayn as the protective best friend, a meddling aunt and a lot of talks about weddings and rings.

sweet like honey

A fic by falsegoodnight on AO3 | @falsegoodnight on Tumblr | falsegoodnight on Twitter

33k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Weeks of flat shopping with their limited budget with Louis as a librarian aid and Harry as a barista and arguments about whether a balcony or extended bathroom suite were more important (Harry wanted to be able to feel the crisp night’s air and watch the sun set and Louis just wanted to take long bubble baths) led to them stumbling across the perfect fit. A small flat only ten minutes from campus with a cramped but lovely balcony and an included bath.

It’s affordable too… well, sort of. But they always manage. Louis picks up more shifts as an aid, adapting a habit of bringing his Psych textbooks and homework with him to finish in between duties, and later his script so he can quietly practice lines with little distraction.

Harry also increases his number of shifts at the cafe and valiantly endures the nasty customers who for some reason flock to their establishment like moths to a flame.

For a while, it’s enough.

Or, Harry and Louis need money and they find an unconventional solution in the form of PornHub. It’s not supposed to be a big deal.

Spoonful of Sugar

A fic by zanni_scaramouche on AO3 | @zanniscaramouche on Tumblr

42k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry Styles.

A name better suited for a myth than a man. Like the name of the devil, people either whisper it in fear or laugh it off as fable. Cut it open and this city’s heart doesn’t bleed red. It’s snowy white, and it pulses in the tight grip of Lucifer himself.

Louis Tomlinson cares for his family above all else, a fact that’s led him on a twisted path peddling drugs to support them. Just as he’s made the decision to jump ship, Louis gets snared between the two largest crime syndicates in the city. To keep his family safe he’s forced to trust the man that failed to keep his promise two years ago, the resident drug lord he’s unknowingly been working for, Harry Styles.

Let's Break the Internet

A fic by louizsv on AO3 | @ashleyjohnsonfanaccount on Tumblr | piccadillyplum on Twitter

9k | Explicit | Louis/OMC | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“I’ll tell you what,” Sam leans forward in his chair and steeples his fingers in front of his face, “If you actually make an account and sell nudie pics and porn for more than three months, I’ll believe you.”

Louis purses his lips, ignoring the returning blush on his cheeks at the thought of having to film himself in compromising positions or taking photos of himself without any clothes on. Raising his chin defiantly, Louis accepts the challenge.

“Fine,” he agrees, “But when I win, you have to make one too.”

Lips quirked, Sam nods and holds out a hand, “Deal.” -- Or, the one where Louis is an Only Fans baby.

in a sea of mist

A fic by tomlinvelvet on AO3 | @tomlinvelvetfics on Tumblr

126k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

A Greek Mythology/Camp Half-Blood AU where Harry is lost, the road to peace is a wretched one, and somehow, through a mist of confusion and regrets, Louis seems to be the only thing that makes sense and everything Harry needs.

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reidsconverse · 4 years

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omg ok scrolling through mgg tikok (its not isolated to there but its where i see most if this) gives me a permanent headache so please if you are new to fandoms/celebrity stanning educate yourselves on meeting your favourite celebrity etiquette! (this goes for most celebrities tbh just using mgg as my example)

1: DO NOT STALK HIM !!! DO NOT SHARE HIS EXACT LOCATION AT ALL !! i know people will be asking for his location but please let him have his privacy esp if you can see hes busy doing something, and esp during covid times the last thing that needs to happen is large crowd gatherings esp w close contact, this is not only to protect him but also yourselves and the other fans he comes into contact with ! also driving for hours on end to “find him” (direct quote from a fan) is just weird , he is also a person, if you do meet him dont tell him what u did to find him bc if i was him i’d be so scared 😭😭

2) BE RESPECTFUL!! this is different to being polite which should be a given, if hes busy with something dont bother him until you can see hes done esp if hes eating or drinking, let the man have a meal in peace, dont ask for things that may be considered generally uncomfortable (just an example i’ve seen multiple ppl take their masks off for pics which is just ???? ), from what i’ve seen some celebrities like matthew are too nice to say no to things but that doesnt mean you should take advantage or take things too far !!

3) this is more for fandom things, do not ask people you dont know or have never spoken to go out and specifically get you video messages or ft you, its weird to take advantage of people like that and i’ve seen a few big ‘creators’ do this (not on mgg tiktok but in my many years in different fandoms) and its so uncomfortable to see, i get that you want to talk to him but you are not the only fan in that situation, obviously if you are friends or they offer to do that for you then its fine, but i’ve seen so many cases of people getting their fts/vms and completely ignoring the person who got them the vm or ft’d them or even blocking them after.

these arent aimed at anyone in particular and it is in no way me trying to baby matthew, hes a grown man i dont need to worry about him, but im completely aware that some fans are really young (its so upsetting that i am considering myself old enough to give out advice) or new to fandoms/celebrity stan culture and may not be aware of the boundaries??? and honestly you can feel free to disagree with me, these are just some things that i’ve seen that personally make me uncomfortable!!! 🥺💛

#mgg #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid #criminal minds #rant

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daisukissed · 4 years

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❧ pairings: karasunoxreader, nekomaxreader, fukurodanixreader, shiratorizawaxreader, seijohxreader

❧ synopsis: ever wondered what it feels like to be the national volleyball team's manager?

❧ genre: headcanons, fluff, fluff, fluff and??? ? crack??

❧ warnings: cursing, bokuto mentioned your underwear like once

❧ pt.2 here!

Karasuno High

- should really buy earplugs before applying to become their club's manager

- literally bickering EVERYWHERE and ANYWHERE

- hinata and kageyama arguing,, , noya and tanaka fanboying,,, daichi scolding all those four,, ,, suga just laughing at the background,,, , it's a never ending list really,,

- daichi probably often asks you for help in calming them down cause they somehow always listen when it comes to you???

- like you would just clap your hand and ask them to tone it down in the calmest way possible and they magically do??

- when you first joined the club, noya, hinata and tanaka were ECSTATIC

- another cute new manager besides kiyoko and yachi????? what a Life™

- your arms would hurt like a bitch after joining the club, they'll often ask you to serve or toss for them. especially kags and hinata so be prepared.

- the third years helped you a lot when you were just starting!! giving advices on what to do, teaching you the rules of volleyball and even helping you clean up sometimes!

- yachi and kiyoko ADORES you, y'all besties and nobody's gonna tell me otherwise

- you werent really close to tsukishima and yamaguchi at first but as time past by, you guys just vibed y'know

- teasing kagehina is now a daily thing amongst you three now

- all in all, Karasuno's volleyball team is a HUGE pain in the ass but you love them nonetheless

Nekoma High

- wholesome as fuck

- yamamoto would stutter his whole sentence whenever you talk to him when you first joined. this goes on for like 2 weeks.

- lev probably stepped on you at some point because "you're too small to be seen"

- n e ways,, , you guys often go home together after practice and share foods from the convenience store

- yaku would most likely steal half of your food though

- but dont worry a good pull on his hair is enough to stop him :)

- gaming talks with kenma!!! and study dates with kuroo!!! you’re a frequent visitor of kenma’s favourite pc cafe and the coffee shop nearby your school now

- they BOAST the fuck out of you the next time they meet Karasuno

- cues yamamoto arguing with noya and tanaka about who's better, you or kiyoko

- being their first manager, they're very protective of you

- you were being hit on by a guy once from another school during the nationals and they just,,, , stood behind your back and glared until he left

- yaku at the back really think he did sum when it was kuroo, lev and yamamoto who intimidated the guy

Aobajohsai High

- literal squad goals

- team pics/selfies everyday and all day

- you guys have a joint tiktok account but it really just consists of you and oikawa doing popular tiktok dances. sometimes matsukawa and hanamaki joins in too

- poor iwa-chan always gets pranked on by the four of you but it's his fault that he always falls for it smh

- anyways, the guys were skeptical of you when you first joined!!!!

- since a lot of girls have joined just for the sake of being near oikawa

- so they were beyond shocked when you only talked to kunimi and paid no attention to the rest of the team for the first few days

- you later explained that it was because you and kunimi were already acquaintances by being in the same year. plus, you were really busy when you first started so you didnt have the time to converse w/ the other members

- that's when they know u the real og

- when seijoh lost to shiratorizawa during the finals, you guys bawled together for like an hour when you got back to the school's gym

- this resulted to a sleepover at your house the next day to de-stress and just get over it tgt <3

Shiratorizawa High

- you see, things started off rough with you and shiratorizawa

- you were as stiff as a statue when you first stepped into the club

- i mean, how could you not when you were surrounded by 6 ft volleyball monsters?

- so when tendou first approached you, his height looming over you,, , you sort of flinched and squealed,,, ,,

- which led to the members keeping their distance away from you cause they thought you were uncomfortable with them or smt

- and you're like wait no i'm not uncomfortable i'm just super nervous since it's the first day and all

- but you didnt say that cause you're a dumb bitch

- instead you tried talking to them again but it always ends up with the other party answering nervously and quickly avoiding you

- cues you being big sad :(

- anyways this went on for like days until you decided to crack a unfunny joke during break time

- "hey guys, how do you make holy water?"

- ......

- "you boil the HELL out of it!!! ha haaa ha haa... Ha..."

- no kidding the room went dead silent and you want to bury yourself down the sea

- until you heard someone snort???? ? and you're looking around and found out that???? it was ushijima????

- now you got the whole club rioting on how you made ushijima laugh

- and you really wonder to yourself how you were once intimidated by these crackheads

- but n e ways that horrible joke rlly helped you out and you guys are as close as peas in a pod now hihi

Fukurodani High

- manager of fukurodani? more like manager of bokuto kotaro

- like the other members, you would throw out any compliments to bring out his full potential for the match

- the different thing about you is that you do this 24/7, even outside the match or practice

- bokuto’s ego now feeds off you

- you’re not even purposely doing it?? it just became a habit during your days as a manager

- v v v v caring towards you

- you forgot your umbrella once so you came to morning practice DRENCHED

- konoha lended you his extra gym shirt while akaashi lended his blazer

- bokuto asked if your underwear was wet and if you wanted to borrow his spandex but we don't talk about that

- have i mentioned that whenever you forget your lunch they would share pieces of theirs??

- and that if you were to get sick one of them would immediately back-carry you to the nurse's office?

- you're basically the team's little sister, sorry i don't make the rules here

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #karasuno x reader #nekoma x reader #fukurodani x reader #shiratorizawa x reader #seijoh x reader

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baeklination · 4 years

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Drunk. Fool. pt.3

ft. Junmyeon

Pic cred: Primavera Peach

Date:200613

Warnings: light dom/sub, sex toys, anal, general explicit language. SMUT. Just be at least 18.

Pairing: Minseok x F.Reader + Junmyeon

WC: 1.9k

NOTE: HOW? Did this end up not being the ending? I dunno, but there is more smut to be had with these, so at least one more chap is coming.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

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Minseok didn’t have to spell it out - you knew these elevator doors wouldn’t open to a beautiful restaurant. But neither did you think they would open to this: a brightly lit hallway of an apartment on the 22nd floor with a beautiful man coming to greet you. He smiles with both mouth and eyes, warmly yet reserved and...something else. That type of something that lets you know that you are the main course.

“Precisely on time. Minseok”, he says with a slight bow, making a few strands of his red hair fall into his face.

“Junmyeon.” Minseok tips his head and raises his eyebrows, a gesture to show his appreciation for Junmyeon’s attire; black leather trousers paired with a white shirt embellished with chains and leather details in red and black. It’s definitely on the dramatic side, but it has a flare to it, and it’s an interesting juxtaposition: his serene face with this eye-catching outfit.

This guy has set a scene - and you know Minseok loves it. You can’t be a hundred percent sure, but you think Minseok’s bow was a bit lower. Is it simply because this Junmyeon is older than him, or because he knows what he has planned for you? What ever the reason you’re thoughts are interrupted by Junmyeon’s voice:

“This is her I take it..?”

As he takes a few steps in your direction his energy washes over you. It’s powerful in such a way that you don’t have to “put on” a submissive demeanour; it towers over you making you feel small, compliant, a little scared - and excited. He holds your chin with his thumb and index finger and looks at you. Not being able to hold his gaze you look down, which earns you a tap under the chin.

“Ap,ap.”

You look up again for what seems like an eternity before he turns to Minseok:

“I see what you mean...I’ll be happy to help.”

You may look composed but your mind is racing, trying to decipher what he means; help with what? Sure, you were a brat yesterday, but enough to bring in “outside council”..? Of course it was - you’d pulled him from a meeting. You had pulled your daddy from his fucking job. Shit...SHIT! Freak out-session aside you know this is your own doing, and the only way to get back into Min’s good graces is to be a good girl and bite the bullet.

Junmyeon takes your hand, and leans in, almost brushing your ear with his lips:

“Come with me, you.”

Him purposely not calling you by your name makes you nervous, yet it also sends a seductive tingle through your body, making you eager to follow. You look over your shoulder to see Min following. Good.

Junmyeon escorts you down the hallway, past a kitchen and the living room, through his bedroom into a room in the back - his dungeon. Your eyes widen as you take it all in: there’s a velvet couch running the whole length of the wall to your left and opposite wall has curtains along it. In the middle sits a wooden table with straps, buckles and leather cushioning. To be honest it looks like something you’d see at the medieval museum, so you can’t help but to gasp:

“Oh my-”

Junmyeon moves his hand to grab your upper arm as he turns around to look down at you:

“Only when spoken to”, is all he says. All he needs to say. Minseok has found a real one, as he called these guys. You feel a hand on the small of your back, slowly moving down the curve of your ass - you’d know Min’s touch from a thousand others’.

“Do you wanna start her off?”, Junmyeon asks, rather matter-of-factly.

“No, go ahead, she’s a big girl, she doesn’t need me”, Minseok replies, shooting you a meaning look. “Be good for me, baby. Make daddy proud”, he says and sits down on the couch.

You know that the punishment is what Junmyeon will do, but right now it feels like the lack of Min is a more severe one. In this environment all you needed was that little brush of his hand to make you go from slick to soaked; wanting nothing more than to straddle him, seeing that amused hungry smile from him as he slowly put his fingers inside you and then spread the juices up to your clit and back to your ass, lingering, circling a bit until you had to beg him to press them in.

Junmyeon leads you to the end of the table and softly presses your back for you to bend down, so that you’re upper body is resting on it. He puts his hand on your thigh, through the slit of your dress - a que for you to spread your legs - and pulls up your dress with his right hand. You close your eyes and bite the inside of your cheek, not wanting to give away too much. Minseok’s the one who brought you here, so he’s okay with these things - but to you it feels so good that it’s almost uncomfortably okay.

“Open your eyes”, you hear Minseok’s voice.

You look straight at him, again feeling that hunger for him, but also being okay with him seeing you turned on by someone else. And by the look of him he’s about ready to cut Junmyeon’s party short and ram his cock into your wet pussy. It’s barely noticeable, but a quick squint of his eyes, more like a twitch really, gives it away, as he sees your dress being pulled up.

Junmyeon’s hand slowly makes its way up to your entrance, and his breathing hitches. He bends down and spreads your cheeks to get a better look:

“You’ve got a prime specimen here, Minseok.” He tsks. “Does she always get this wet?”

Minseok smiles at you with pride in his eyes:

“That’s why she’s my baby girl. And if you keep going...” he trails off, making you roll your eyes as you suppress a moan.

Junmyeon makes his way to the right-hand wall and pulls the curtain away to reveal a curated selection of toys and tools ; whips, paddles, chains, masks, ball-gags and whatever else you could think of. This is either going to be very fun or very fun. He picks a collar and starts attaching a chain to it, but then stops and puts a leather lead on it instead; his attention to details is thrilling. He takes a small pouch - one of many - and turns back around. He puts a finger between your neck and the collar when he puts it on you:

“Can you breathe?”

“Yes”, you reply, feeling a bit hoarse from being quiet for so long.

He looks at you with softness and for a second you’re stunned by his beauty.

“I don’t know what a sweet girl like you could’ve done to deserve this, but if your daddy says you do...” he sighs and shakes head and lands a burning spank on your ass.

Being totally unprepared for it you cry out, but manage to bite your tongue midway. Of course that’s not good enough for Junmyeon who yanks the lead with a stern:

“No.”

You curse yourself for not staying silent, and feel embarrassed for Minseok. Not one sound will leave your lips from now on you promise yourself. Junmyeon positions himself behind you again and when you hear Min chuckle you can guess what was brought out of the pouch. You hear a low buzz and immediately after feel it pressing on your entrance; a vibrator, a small one. Junmyeon presses it in slowly - painfully slowly - but not all the way, just a centimeter or so, and brings it out again. Then in again.

“Look at your daddy, sweetheart.”

You turn your head and look at Min, struggling to keep your eyes open from the pleasure. Struggling to not beg him - either of them - to fuck you. You angle your toes inward and arch your back, trying to get more.

“Hm, I don’t think she’s as sweet as I first thought”, Jun says to Min. “She’s a little slut, isn’t she?”. While saying it he moves the vibrator up to your anal, making you twitch and inhale hard with pleasure. Picking up on it, Jun pulls the lead back and increases the speed on the vibrator as he starts pressing it in little by little to stretch you out.

“Fuck…” Minseok sighs “now there’s a sight…”

“You should see it from my angle. Grab the third bag for me, will you?”

Minseok does what Junmyeon asks and before long you feel a dildo filling your ass, moving in and out at a slow pace, and vibrating. You close your eyes and feel Minseok’s hand on your mouth; instinctively you open it and he slips two fingers inside, moving them in the same slow pace as Junmyeon.

“Feel how wet she is now” he says to Junmyeon.

Junmyeon puts his fingers in your pussy, not bothering toying with you and moans:

“She’s a mess, and I’ve barely done anything..!”

“Mm-hmm, she’s like that” Minseok replies, fingers still in your mouth.

“You, do you like your daddy’s fingers that much?”

“Yes”, you shake your head.

“Or is it me and this dildo in your ass..?”

You look at Min, not sure what to answer. Luckily, he bends down and says:

“Just tell him what you like, baby.”

“All of it. Everything”, you moan.

“She’s gonna come soon if you don’t control it.”

“Yeah, I can feel her on my fingers. I’m gonna let her. Make her. Go sit down, watch her”, Junmyeon replies. “Now let’s see how long it takes with just this” he says, pushing the dildo in all the way. You don’t even care that he’s removed his fingers; seeing Minseok so turned on, and the lewd feeling of being bent over with a dildo in your ass more than enough. Junmyeon pulls your leash tighter so your head is upright, and with the same hand grabs the left side of our ass, spreading it to get a better look. He puts the vibrator on full power which sends a jolt through your body, making your pussy almost drip with how wet it is. It doesn’t take long for that familiar electricity to build up when he start setting a faster pace, and you can’t help but to let sounds slip out.

“Are you gonna let your daddy see you come?”

As your legs start to spasm you just about manage to moan a “yes”, and you hear Min grunt. When your orgasm comes Junmyeon grabs your pelvic bone to hold you down and pumps the dildo with relentless speed, making you whine and moan an endless slew of “fuck”, “oh”.

When your sounds trail off Junmyeon relaxes the lead to let you rest your head and slowly removes the dildo.

“Come here” he says, pulling you up on your shaky legs “go lie down for a second, we’re gonna go have a drink.” Your initial excitement fades when he continues “I’ll bring you some water. There’s a bathroom right outside if you want to freshen up. Don’t go anywhere else.”

Just as you sit down Minseok stands up:

“You did good, baby”, he says stroking your head. “And since you know each other now I’ll let Junmyeon have you all to himself from now on.”

#AlmostMinseokFreeMinseokSmut #minseok scenario #junmyeon smut #WhyIsEverythingInThisNothingIPlanned

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 5 years

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Oscar Shaw-Cullman. *Supporting Character. Voice Claim: (Michael Angarano(young)) https://youtu.be/BAH6D-_NyVs?t=18s Partner(s): None. Parents: Andy and Congo. (None biologically) Evan and Akin. Kids: None. Other family members: The Cullman, Shaw and Thompson family. Daniel, and the Lupei clan. And of course his siblings Willow, Odette, Lina, Lylah, Annie, Sam and Felix. Age: Immortal, but translates roughly into start 20′s, although he can be rather naive and clueless and often comes off more as a teenager. Height: 180cm Body type: Very slim, but with a bit of muscle tone. Eye color: Light blue. Classification: (Immortal) A version of Seraphim (angel like creature, often called 'ones of love’ as their name comes from the Hebrew root of love) he possesses healing powers, powers of flight, powers to create love, powers to give life, and powers of mending broken things. Including hearts. About: ~ Quite shy, introvert, often unfocused, often lost in his own world, artistic, childlike mind, sweet, cuddly, cute, very girly both in features and personality, compassionate, playful, innocent, gullible, trusting, naive, can be very cautious at times, quiet, caring, bubbly, honest, positive, pensive, optimistic, caring, curious, nurturing and helpful. ~ Gay, bottoms only. ~ Has half long wavy but silky light to medium blonde hair. ~ He loves all animals, and often drag home lizards and butterflies. ~ Dislikes violence. ~ Gets uncomfortable in large groups of people. ~ Moved in with Eonan in late 2020, although they aren’t a couple. Oscar was simply reaching the age that it was time to move out from his parents, but isn’t really grown up enough to live on his own, so Eonan who is a very close family friend, offered Oscar to move in with him. ~ Smells like cookies, candies, chocolate or berries. ~ Favorite past time activity is taking bubble baths and strolling the beach. ~ Has not been in a relationship yet, as he doesn’t seem mature enough yet, but is no longer virgin either. ~ Obsessed with the color pink. ~ Collects plushies and dolls. ~ Only eats sweet things, such as candy, cookies, cakes, chocolate, berries, fruit, milk shakes, smoothies and so on. Absolutely hates spicy stuff and would never eat meat. Doesn’t have problems with anyone else eating meat though. ~ He’s very protective of Andy and animals. ~ Is mostly called Ossie by family ~ Will on rare occasion eat a slice of pizza as long as someone picks the meat off first. ~ Is very much a ‘daddy’s boy’ when it comes to Andy, he even bought Oscar a choker that says ‘daddy’s boy’, which Oscar wears every day proudly. ~ Feels most safe in his own room, which most of all looks like a spoiled child’s room. ~ Is often referred to as ‘Bunny boy’ ~ Loves his parents, siblings and other family members, anything Kawaii, eating sweets, bubble bath scents, glitter, unicorns, rainbows, Disney movies, nature, bunnies, amusement parks, the beach, fizzy non alcoholic drinks, Rillakkuma, Sentimental Circus, Hello Kitty, TokiDoki, Cinnamoroll, beach vibes, swimming, coconut drinks (non alcoholic), Congo’s home made hot chocolate, warm pancakes, baby animals - specially baby ducks, dick, and spending 'cozy time’ in bed with Andy, as he calls it. ~ Style - Think sugar cute. ~ He thinks and acts a lot younger than his 'age’, but is often known for sharing philosophical-like views. Ossie’s tag Ossie’s house/home Ossie’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One gif to describe him:

One song to describe him: Pharrell Williams - Happy Personal playlist: 1. Shanks & Bigfoot - Sweet Like Chocolate 2. Artful Dodger Feat. Craig David - Re-Rewind 3. Jennifer Brown - Alive 4. Moloko - Sing It Back 5. The Supermen Lovers (feat. Mani Hoffman) - Starlight 6. Carrie Underwood - Ever Ever After 7. Natasha Bedingfield - These Words 8. One T + Cool T The magic key 9. Kylie Minogue - Love at first sight (TEEMID & Julia Cover) 10. Bob Sinclar - World Hold On 11. Atomic Kitten - The Tide Is High (Get The Feeling) 12. Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc (The SAME x Lalitia Cover) 13. Five - Got The Feelin' 14. Sugababes - Overload 15. Christina Aguilera - Candyman 16. Jack Johnson - Upside Down 17. All Saints - I Know Where It's At 18. Nelly Furtado - Powerless (Say What You Want) 19. Spiller - Groovejet (If This Ain't Love) 20. iiO - Rapture 21. Kylie Minogue - I Should Be So Lucky 22. Junior Senior - Move Your Feet 23. Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me 24. Jack Johnson - Banana Pancakes 25. Oasis - Wonderwall ft. Katy McAllister (Monkey Joker Edit) 26. Le Boeuf x Amanda Law - I Want It That Way (Backstreet Boys Cover) 27. Busted - Year 3000 28. Gwen Stefani - Rich Girl (Official Music Video) ft. Eve 29. Olive - You're Not Alone 30. Rihanna - Don't Stop The Music

#Oscar Shaw-Cullman #Ossie #immortal #supernatural #Seraphim #ts3 #sims3 #sims 3 #simblr #simographysup

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aggresivelyfriendly · 6 years

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Ft. Lauderdale- tryst- part 5- a Halene fantasy!

So every time Helene posts a pic like this- it birthes fic- smutty smutty fic!!

I have zero idea where this was taken- but it looks sunny- sooo- South Florida it is!

"What're you doing?"

The hula hoop dropped to the floor. She knew this was Harry's room. Would be where he set up his gypsy sanctuary for the day, but her hula hoop had wound up in here, lord knew how, and when she had found it, because somebody had seen it and thought it weird too, she'd noticed the light.

Helene figures that always noticing the light was an occupational hazard. It was really bright in here, lovely, and her hoop was here, and she just hadn't had time to practice in ages, tour was either really busy or entirely boring, and it flipped on a dime, she liked to be ready. But, in effect, she had not hooped or filmed it for her insta in forever. It would make a good addition to her story.

His room wasn't set up, and she thought she had heard a rumor that the boss man, big man, was volunteering or doing something with or for March for our Lives. She had the room to her self.

The movement is familiar and Helene finds that so many things are like riding a bike. Muscle memory turns on, and you go with the motion, and all the rust falls off and bam.

She took a few turns, found her rhythm and her sass and decided she needed a song to make it better. The scan through her phone found her in the Harry section. Wild Thoughts would be perfect, Harry's version, with that riff to turn to off Mitch's guitar, but there was only the video. She couldn't film and listen to it. Maybe just as a warm up.

His voice, it made her warm all over. Her first poetical rabbit trail was that it was a warm bath. But that was way to relaxing of a comparison. Harry's voice did not relax her, though it did raise her temperature. Maybe that was a better comparisons. It was like a chemical reaction- exothermic. Like making caramel, he was sweet to taste.

Hearing his voice, asking her if she wanted to see him naked was like lighter fluid on the flame of her libido. He was incendiary.

It would make for quite the swivel in her hooping video. Too bad she could only listen and not film.

She had just settled for Shawn Mendez, Particular Taste, and cued up her set up, shook off Harry's deep, depth plumbing question, and found her rhythm when his real voice startled her enough to drop her groove.

Her hoop was weighted, so it didn't make a jingle, more of a thud when it hit the ground.

"What're you doing?" When she turned around he was just inside the door and he walked with a wide stride with a hand at the waist of, was that a towel?

Was he wearing a towel?

"What?" Her gaze hadn't made it to his face yet, she was never higher than his shoulder level, looking at him gave her a crick in her neck most times, and now she was starting from the floor and working her way up. Socks, the high white ones he wore when he worked out. And then his pigeon toed legs and his mole on his thigh. It was just below the hem of the towel, definitely a big towel, a thick one. His hand was at the knot, his fingers down over a suspicious bulge, but he often had one of those, he was a shower..

A grower too if the crystal clear memory she tried to dim wouldn't shut up. It hadn't been that long since, they slept together, but long enough. A couple continents at least. Lots of pictures, too many songs.

"Um, I was, well. The light was good and my hoop wound up in here. And I haven't done a video in a while. I'm rusty." She shrugged. "Sorry, I didn't think you would mind."

"I don't." He hit the t like he was singing it, clear with emphasis. "But I've just never seen you do it. It's really cool." He shook himself a little. "Can we look at the photos from the other night? Since i have your here all to myself."

Deadly dimples, damn.

"Yeah, hold on. I have to boot up." Helene put her bag down and slipped her computer from its sheath, flipped open the lid. Was glad her habit was to upload everything while she was sleeping after a show. So she had something to show him. Helene felt a little shaky, like she'd been caught out, and ever since their....repeated whatever, She vibes off him. She was never sure if she was reading him for real. Like he was turned on by her or if it was just wishful thinking.

Just because smelling him was enough to ruin her panties didn't mean her effect was as strong on him. If it was, he would probably be sleeping with her more than once and occasionally again.

He must know her attentions were available always.

Helene focused on her iBook, and not how close he was standing to her. Harry had no concept of personal space. It drove her crazy, she loved it.

"last night." She looked over her shoulder at his over sized Head. This was a thing she had noticed about celebrities, their heads seemed oversized, literally. Sometimes, in the worst cases, figuratively, thankfully not with her current employer.

She wondered if it somehow looked better in film.

Harry was tapping at his favorite photos, transferring them to another folder, like she had taught him, wordlessly, and she was bent over to grab her cord.

She swore she could feel his eyes on the back of her legs. Gooseflesh rising up to meet the gaze.

When she looked back, her temperature was up, but his eyes were down, focused on her laptop and the photos. Her job. Why she was here. She wanted to shake herself. Those few nights with him had ruined her. It was one thing to want a taste, it was another to crave the flavor.

She sighed and he looked up.

"You alright?" He asked, a gentle smile.

She assumed this was the American question, not the British. "Qui. I just slept funny last night."

"Doesn't help we have vampire schedules on tour. Are you a morning person or night owl?" He had a lovely friendly smile too.

"I guess I'm more of a night owl. Unlike you, I think by the time I'm up and drinking matcha you have written, checked emails, run..." she rolled her eyes at his productivity, but you had to admire his work ethic. "What are you looking for?" He was rifling around.

"The cord, to get the ones I picked to my phone." He gestured at both phone and laptop and she nodded and got it for him. This time she more than felt his eyes.

He touched the back of her leg. Right beneath the hem of her skirt.

Helene looked over her shoulder at him.

He smirked at her, "you had some lint!" He lifted his hands up by his shoulders. The picture of innocence.

Except she knew better.

Damn him.

She gave him the cord and they flicked through the pictures together.

"Harry, can you give me just a little bit of space! I can feel your breath on my neck." It was so distracting. If he was gonna just tease.

"Sorry," his smile was audible, "I was just trying to see the background on that one, it's hard on the little screen. Hey! Did you notice we match!" God he was such a cute kid sometimes. They did coordinate.

"We do!" She smiled over her shoulder.

"Let's take a picture!" He glee-ed.

It turned out good. She'd keep that one for herself.

"That one picture, can I see it on your laptop again?" He asked, over her shoulder again.

"Yeah, let me," and she sat the computer down and opened his folder, checked the timing again. "Here."

This time, he stood right behind her. Put his hands on her hips to look over them. "I don't like that you can see my dirty clothes in that one, but it's a shame, I really like the picture." He started rocking her hips back and forth against him.

"Harry?"

"I really liked watching you hoop. Your hips move...." he rocked her a little wider. "Is it like this?"

Helene was about to swallow her tongue. "Um, no, that's too much, too big a motion." She contracted the circle, moved just like she would to keep the hoop aloft. "Then you just have to keep the rhythm." She could feel him through his towel, it was a towel, she didn't know if he had boxers on under it.

"Well, we know how well you can keep a rhythm." His mouth found the sliver of skin between her hoodie and hair. His hands were at her hips, under her skirt. Fingers between the cotton and her skin.

"Do I have more lint?" She was a little breathless, but could hear her own grin too.

"Haha!" He bit her jawline. "There was no lint." He caught her mouth and licked her bottom lip, and she felt her panties fall from her knees. "I just wanted to see your skin get all excited again." Then he really kissed her and Helene day down her phone and her laptop to get her hand into his hair over her shoulder.

"So, I heard a term the other day." He murmured between kisses, "a spinner." He lifted her hand and danced her to face him, held her to him, got his hands on her ass. Under her skirt. "Ever heard that?"

"Non," Helene leaned up on her toes to kiss him, save his neck, and felt for the knot on his towel. He did have boxers, she started working on getting those down. Filling up her hands with him. He was hard as a rock.

"It's a term for a petite woman, so small you can spin her on your cock. I couldn't help but think of you....." he groaned at the place she was biting on his neck.

"Yeah, me?" She smiled like his nameplace cat. "I am pretty small. Ughh!" His hands were on the low part of her ass cheeks now, fingers extended between her thighs. His long finger quickly slipped up to his second knuckle inside her. A second finger joined it before she had gotten used to the first.

"Can I try it?" Helene pulled back. Course he could try it, she liked all of the things he'd done to her. He rarely asked, once she'd consented, he went for things, took her places. What did he have in mind?

"Will it hurt?" She bit his lip a little.

"I don't think so, maybe me if I bend my dick wrong." They both laughed a little, that was one of those uncomfortable unsexy things that happened during a fuck. Like queefs.

"Sure, I might like it if it hurts just a little."

"Yeah, I like that about you." He leaned into kiss her and she screamed when he missed her mouth and removed his fingers and grabbed her hips quick to flip her upside down. It was disorienting for a second. A rush of blood to the head. She felt his tongue move through her now exposed folds a second later. It brought her back to reality. Though gravity was still suspended. "Put your thighs on my shoulders." Harry groaned, and when she bore some of her own weight, it was better. He kept licking her top to tail. She was moaning and the uncomfortable blood rush feeling disappeared. But not the rush. Helene could hear herself moaning. This was out of body. He sucked her clit in.

"Fuck!"

He shook his head with the folds of her in his mouth, brought them in against his teeth harder, released with a pop. "Helene, Suck my dick."

Oh, his hard length was bobbing in front of her. She just been really distracted, by being upside down, and his mouth full of her pussy. She licked the tip, the pearly liquid that had collected there. She was lucky it hadn't smeared on her forehead in this position. She may have laughed at that, if Harry's moan at Her follwojng his directions wasn't so encouraging.

She got her mouth around him and moved up and down, made her neck work. She braced one hand on his thigh, to steady herself. She was glad he was so strong and had his arms banded around her hips to keep her up.

This was hot, though she always found 69 very distracting. But Harry ate pussy better than any other lover she'd ever had. And before long, she was having to use her free hand to stroke over him, because she needed her mouth free. "Fuck, Harry, I'm gonna come."

It was the fingers that slid inside her at that moment that did it. She clenched down on the filling digits and he sucked harder until she was squirming. There was nowhere for her to go. He had her powerless in this position. She'd fall if she fought too hard to get the over stimulation to stop.

He didn't, stop, but he gentled his mouth, licked over where she was juicy while her thighs shook on his shoulders.

She grabbed his hips when he started walking. "Shit!"

"That worked." He sounded a bit stunned, she wondered if it was her weight or his erection. "Let's see if we can do the other thing I was thinking about. "Brace your arms out, Helene."

She did as he asked, and felt him rather than saw him sit on the edge of the couch. He picked her up then, at the waist and slid her down to his lower stomach. Helen caught the table in front of her when he brought her weight down.

"This is working nicely!" His voice had never been lower. "The view is....." she imagined he could see everything open and wet from her waist down. He moved her hips up and then her sodden place over his aching cock until she took up the rhythm. She could hear the condom wrapper and wondered where it had come from.

She decided she didn't care and only yelped a little when he used a hand to lift her hips up. "Help me."

She held his cock while he rolled down the sheath.

"There!" He groaned, and brought her hips back down, spread his hands out to open her. "Now, show me how you rock when you do that hooping bit again?"

"Did you like that?" It was more than obvious he did, she could feel the evidence, and hear his groan as she slid the first few inches of him into her. She was soaked, but it was never an easy fit, so she slid up to his tip and down again a couple of times to open herself up. The pop of his head and squish were musical accompaniment to the moans he was panting out.

"Yeah," he barely got the word out, and sucked in a breath before he spoke again. "think that's the first time I got hard over you" he rocked into her. "Was looking at your Instagram to see if I liked your eye, discovered I liked your ass. Which looks amazing all spread in front of me right now. Fuck!"

"You'd have better liked my photos!" She tried to sound stern, but mostly sounded turned out. If this looked like it felt.....

"Almost as much as your ass." He gripped her then, and bounced her up and down. His hand covered her from the bottom of her waist to where his thumb reached her crack. "Loved the way this looked, your little waist and flared hips. I love your ass." He grasped it then, almost a slap, except his huge hand wrapped around her flesh. His thumb landed near her seam again. And then drifted down to where his cock went in and out on the rhythm she had established. She was keeping them both suspended, like she did her hula hoop. He caressed where he was stretching her and both holes flexed. When the tip of his now wet thumb went in where she had been empty, the no man's land ended. Her body plunged into battle.

"Oh fuck Harry!" This was gonna make her come. Him bouncing her ass up and down his nearly too big cock while he fingered her ass.

"That's it, a little more Helene. Take a little more." His thumb went in deeper, but she lost her rhythm and had to grab his knees when her arms collapsed on the force of her climax.

Her awareness came back a second later when both his hands were sweeping up her back. She realized she was sobbing a little when she heard his shushing noises.

"Almost there baby." He stood up then, with her still on him and her legs came down on their own, her toes touching the floor. His knees bent and he pressed down at her neck until her forearms reached out to meet the table. "Relax. I got you."

And then he gripped both hips and took over the cadence until she had to hold the table with both hands.

She could hear herself babbling. God he was such a good fuck, and she felt so small and dainty and sexy. And powerful, taking every inch on him.

"Fuck, yes, fucking fucking me." That was in English.

He was increasing in volume too. And speed. She felt the contraction inside her and his nails dug in a little at her shoulder.

Again, she was coming again, at the bite of his nails, and groan of her nail, and pulse of his cock.

They were both breathing heavy a moment later. He sat down with her still in his lap and Helene realized that while her shirt was tucked up over her tits, they both still had their tops on. He brought her skirt down over her naked bottom half while he wilted inside of her.

"Well, if there was any doubt, I'd say you are a spinner."

"Nah," her brow was wet and she'd caught most of her breath, she looked up at him and bit her lip. "I'm just good at hula hooping."

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #halene #harry styles smut #tryst #part five #ft lauderdale #spinner #hula hoop

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angrylizardjacket · 6 years

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Alright Alright Alright let’s talk about Ash at the 91st Oscars

she is tempted to not even go, not that she doesn’t believe they’ll win, it’s just that she’s tired after thirty or so years of award shows.

it’s rami explicitly saying ‘i want you to be there, please’ that convinces her. if he wins best actor and she misses it she knows she’ll regret it.

she has her hair straightened and pinned up, a sleek black suit with shiny black floral detailing, and a red silk undershirt, with black kitten heels (she’s shorter than usual and joe tries to pinch her cheek and call her adorable but she smacks his hand - this is caught on camera in the back of someone else’s interview)

ash gets a group photo with the boys and allen that immediately goes on Joe's instagram captioned 'male friends ft. Ma Rocket' and ash reposts it with the caption 'accidentally adopted this cast i guess. me and the male friends. 2019.' (listen, present!ash on social media and being protective of the borhap cast is something i have a lot of thoughts about)

she also gets a photo with lucy and gillian captioned 'me and my favourite adopted children. 2019.' joe and ben are play upset on their instagram stories. rami and gwil just comments a bunch of hearts.

in terms of her own kids reactions':

astrid likes the photo

cate comments: that's valid

barney comments: my two favourite sisters (astrid and cate both like this comment, neither responds)

also consider ash calling joe ‘trixie’ on live tv in an interview, and ben crashing the interview to announce that he’s the favourite. ash goes on a thirty second tangent to fix his bowtie and compliment his outfit and steal his sunglasses. “but anyways, i love all my children equally, but gillian’s my favourite,” she says with a completely straight face wearing ben’s sunglasses with him pouting in the background

during queen’s opening performance, she’s mostly fine until the very end of we are the champions, and the sparks begin to rain down, and the clip of freddie plays and it all hits her, where she is and how much it took to get here, and she genuinely has to leave because she starts bawling her eyes out. (her makeup’s mostly waterproof so she doesn’t have to touch up too much and she manages to sneak back before borhap wins anything, but she starts crying again during rami’s acceptance speech)

barney is at the oscars because he was in a critically successful movie that earned the director a nomination, and there’s series of photos taken by a photographer that later find their way to roger’s instagram;

a photo of barney at the after party lifting ash up off the ground and spinning her around as they’re both beaming

both and ash and roger standing before him, their arms linked and their back to the camera, and ash is holding one of his hands, and roger has a hand on his shoulder, and barney just looks so fucking proud of both of them???

roger and barney in a very tight hug, and ash giving them both adoring looks

barney holding out his phone, as if he’s trying to get all three of them in shot while their backs are all to the photographer, and the picture pics up the image of cate and astrid on screen, face timing them; everyone is beaming

the series is captioned ‘won’t you hear us sing our family song?’

(BONUS: a series of videos on ben’s instagram story, all posted in the space of 30 minutes;

drunk barney saying these actual words to an also drunk joe: how dare you try and steal my mother for your nefarious purposes

joe, vaguely incomprehensible, trying to convince barney that it’s all part of a joke but also not a joke and he just adores her (in the middle of their argument, ben crash zooms into ash in the background behind them eating cheese. she throws a piece at roger and giggles)

“What the fuck, yes I know what a meme is!” Barney shouts, and proceeds to show joe the memes he has saved on his phone (ash and roger, out of focus in the background, walk out of frame)

‘luke tagged me in this one like a week ago’

it devolves into joe excitedly looking at memes and pictures of barney’s cat

‘dude is he wearing a sweater?’

‘ma made him it for christmas and it’s somehow the only clothing he tolerates’

‘rocket made your cat a sweater for christmas?’ joe is visibly teary at the idea

barney and joe, completely incomprehensible, just enthusing about ash

“this man is my brother!” barney with his arm around joe, talking to the camera very seriously

‘what about me?’ ben asks from behind the camera

‘oh obviously, you’re so much less nefarious than him, i never had a problem with you, dude.’

joe getting up in arms about being called nefarious and the fact that barney was apparently cool with the rest of the cast being adopted by ash

they seem to quickly make peace, though it’s at least twenty minutes later, as the last set of videos is joe and barney recreating the ‘you are my dad! (you’re my dad. boogie woogie woogie woogie!)’ vine, except it’s ‘mum’, and ben spins quickly to catch ash for a reaction. she’s holding roger’s hand and both of them look a little less than pristine, a little rumpled; not like super noticeably, but you could see ash’s jacket sitting a little skewed in person. she looks visibly startled by the attention, and also like she didn’t see or if she did, didn’t understand, the boys.

‘what the-’

joe: ‘where’ve you guys been anyway? gwil and brian were looking for you they want a photo’ the camera spins back around to film him, and barney is just looking at his parents through narrowed eyes. it dawns on him.

[ash, from off camera, like a warning: trixie-]

barney: joe, shut up. ma- (he looks at the camera, as if suddenly remembering) I gotta go; christ, guys. (he leaves, joe looks confused)

the camera spins back to ash and roger. ash looks embarrassed but pleased, roger is grinning.

ash: this feels familiar

roger: maybe fifty years ago

[joe, from off camera, barely audible as if he’s trying to be quiet: okay, alright, i already know too much about you guys-]

ben, also off camera, zooming uncomfortably close to roger’s face where roger’s laughing, with ben speaking as if whispering into the microphone: i played him in a movie you know

[ash, not visible as the screen is entirely filled with roger’s cheeky grin: ben stop that.]

okay so this is real long and real dumb but i love my kids.

#ask your destiny to dance fic #ash x roger #the angry lizard writes

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chittaphonsicecream · 6 years

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blackmail: a wonwoo hacker!au

synopsis: you’ve dumped your ex boyfriend and blocked him on everything, but you’re pretty sure he’s been logging into your social media accounts and stalking you. your best friend suggests that you go to the IT nerds at school and ask for some help in figuring out who’s watching you. you enlist jeon wonwoo’s help in stopping him and wreaking a little bit of havoc of your own. female reader x wonwoo ft kaistal bc I miss them

word count: 6.4k (the ending is kinda rushed bc i was lowkey sick of writing)

a/n: this takes place in an american college:) so basically… this is based on something that happened to me (the stalking part). wonwoo doesn’t get introduced for a while but when he does it’s worth it. it’s really angsty and slow but I hope you enjoy.

“Look, I think we’re better apart,” you said, staring your boyfriend directly in the eyes.

“I don’t agree,” he said. He grabbed your hand a little too forcefully. “You are the only one for me.”

“Jason…” you said. You took a deep sigh and looked at him. “I’ve been telling you for the past hour, we are over.”

“No, you can’t do this,” he said. “Yes, yes, I can,” you said. “You need to leave.”

“So the past nine months have been a lie?”

“No, the past nine months have been you manipulating me into thinking that I loved you and that you’re as good as it gets,” you deadpanned. “Jason, you need to leave. Now.”

“No!” he yelled. “There’s nobody like you, _____.”

“Yes, there is. I’m not special. Now get out before I call the police,” you threatened. “You’ve wasted nine months of my life, don’t waste another minute.”

“You need professional help, you know that, right?” questioned Jason. “You’re the most heartless, uncaring bitch I’ve ever met.”

“Hm, sucks for you,” you said. “Now get the fuck out of my apartment before Krystal comes home.”

“Fine, but we’re not done talking,” he said. “We’ll make it through this.”

“I really don’t think so,” you replied as you pushed him out of your apartment and slammed the door in his face.

Knowing what Jason could be like, you quickly locked your doors and waited in the farthest room in your apartment. He had been manipulating you for as long as you could remember, convincing you that you were happiest with him when really he was isolating you from the rest of your friends and family. You hadn’t even liked him; he just continually told you that he liked you until you caved in and consented to being his girlfriend. In reality, he was one of the worst people you knew.

Following the breakup, he relentlessly tried to contact you and become your friend. He even went as far as to send his older brother’s ex girlfriend, a good friend of yours, to tell you how much he missed you and how unhappy he was without you. She warned you heavily to stay away from him and his entire family.

After you blocked Jason and cut him off completely, you began to adjust back to your normal life. You were becoming happier, more outgoing, and more of who you used to be. Everyone in your life noticed the positivity.

Chatting over bowls of cereal, you and Krystal were sitting at your small kitchen table. You opened up your Snapchat to find yourself logged out, which could mean one of two things: either Snapchat was being its typical glitchy self or someone else had logged into your account. The only person who knew your password was Krystal.

“Hey, Krystal, did you log into my Snap?” you asked.

“No, why?” she replied.

“Nothing,” you mumbled. “It must be glitching or something.”

“Okay,” she said. “Hey, are you still friends with Jason’s cousin?”

“Which one?”

“The one that introduced the two of you.”

“Oh, Hailey. Yeah, but we’re not as close as we were when Jason and I were just friends. And then we kind of drifted when I dumped him and now we hardly see or talk to each other.”

“I didn’t care that much,” laughed Krystal. “I was just wondering why your Instagram profile pic has her in it now.”

“I didn’t change it,” you said.

“Yeah, you did.” Krystal held up her phone to your face to show a picture of you and Hailey, clearly happy. It was a photo taken during the camping trip where you and Jason became close.

“I don’t remember changing it.” You grabbed her phone and took a closer look. You had more followers than you remembered, too, and you were private. “Maybe I did it when I was falling asleep last night.”

“I think it’s pretty new,” she said, “and you do weird stuff when you’re tired, so I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled in reply.

Over the next few months, small but strange things continued happening on your social media. Snapchats had been opened that you couldn’t recall seeing, follow requests that you never saw were accepted, direct messages were opened by someone other than you, posts you never saw were liked, stories you never viewed were watched, and random people were added to your Snapchat. Again, you didn’t think much of it.

After a few months of avoiding Hailey and discussing the breakup, you finally met up with her for lunch. She was desperate to catch up with you, especially after you had distanced yourself so severely from her. At one point she had been your best friend, but now the two of you were more like strangers.

The small restaurant was a nice little meeting place, and you arrived a few minutes early to make sure that your reservation was claimed. It was commonplace for Hailey to arrive rather late, from five minutes to forty-five minutes. After you ordered drinks for the both of you, she arrived.

“Sorry for being so late,” she apologized profusely.

“Hailey, you’re always late,” you laughed. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to see how you’ve been holding up,” she offered. “You know, our whole family really believed that you and Jason would get married. We’d never seen him like the way he was with you.”

“The way he was with me was constantly manipulating me and making my life toxic,” you spat. “Hailey, I didn’t come here so you could talk me into getting back together with Jason.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, “but I thought it was worth a shot.”

“A shot that’ll ruin our friendship permanently. He’s an awful person. I don’t hate people, but I hate him,” you deadpanned. “Can we talk about literally anything else?”

“Alexa had her second kid,” Hailey offered, “and Nick is finally engaged to Alondra.”

Hailey went on a tangent about her older siblings and their success before circling back around to what she really wanted to talk about.

“And I’m dating someone, too,” she said quietly. “I didn’t want to mention anything since your past relationship was so bad.”

You laughed. “I’m not that terrible of a person. I can be happy for someone else, you know?”

“Okay,” smiled Hailey. “He’s going to Cozumel with my family and me next week. The whole crew is going, Alexa and her family, Nick and his fiance, and Jason’s family. Jason’s sister Madison is already pregnant and they wanted to get in a trip before the baby’s born.”

“They’ve been married for six months!” you exclaimed. “I was Jason’s date to the wedding. That’s…”

“An accident?” offered Hailey. “I think so, but she and Chad deny it.”

“Whatever makes them feel better,” you said.

“Yeah.” She took a sip of her drink. “Do you think I’m being too forward by bringing my boyfriend on a family trip? It’s only been a few months.”

“At least you’ll know soon whether this relationship is going to work.” It was meant to be a joke, but Hailey took it seriously. The conversation was becoming uncomfortable, forced with the continuous mention of Jason, so finally you excused yourself, left a twenty dollar bill on the table, and headed home.

The next week, strange things continued to happen on your social media. Knowing you, you continued to ignore it and think nothing of it. Finally, as you opened up your Instagram, you got a strange notification.

We detected an unusual login attempt. iOS | Jun 27, 6:10 AM | Cozumel, Mexico

Your heartbeat soared as you realized what this could mean. Tears welled up in your eyes as you quickly texted Hailey.

hey, are you in cozumel?

yeah, we landed a little before 6 this morning. why?

nothing. jason flew with you?

yes what’s wrong

nothing don’t worry

You ran to the bathroom where Krystal was getting ready for the day and started banging on the door. “Krystal!” you shouted. “Krystal, open the door!” You were crying and sat on the floor of the hallway until Krystal opened the door.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Jason has been logging into my accounts all this time. You know that weird stuff that was constantly happening on my accounts? It was him.”

“How?”

“I don’t know… All of my passwords are pretty difficult.”

“Okay, well, let’s start with changing your passwords.” Krystal paused for a second, and then spoke again. “How do you know it’s him?”

“Who else would be stalking my accounts? I’m not interesting. I blocked him on everything, and then this morning I get a notification that someone in Cozumel has been logging into my account. And you know who flew into Cozumel this morning? Jason.”

“Text him,” Krystal said. “See if he’ll say he’s been logging into your accounts.”

jason

wow didn’t expect to hear from you anytime soon

yeah ik

u feeling lonely i guess? ;)

aw babe

don’t aw babe me why have you been logging into my social media

I havent??

yes you fucking have leave me the fuck alone

no i havent

I got a notification saying someone in cozumel has been logging into my accounts and ik weird shit has been going down in my account this is illegal

theres lots of people in cozumel what if it wasnt me

im going to the police

you have no proof that its me

ill find a way to get proof leave me tf alone stay out of my accounts

Krystal snatched your phone from your hands. “I don’t really think we can do anything if he denies it,” she sighed. Her eyes lit up. “I know some kids in the IT department of school. I bet they’d help.” She pulled you up from off the floor. “Get ready, let’s go talk to them.”

You dressed quickly because the sooner you met with the IT kids, the sooner you could figure out who had truly been stalking you. As soon as you were ready, you grabbed Krystal’s arm and started jogging towards the campus. She had dressed well, like always, but you were comfortable and ready to run.

After a few minutes of running, you finally arrived at the university’s tech department. Krystal was friends with most everybody, so she showed you where the IT kids could be found. She knocked quietly on the door after you had ran up the stairs to the entrance.

“Come in,” someone called from the other side.

“Hey, guys,” Krystal said as she opened up the door. “I need a favor.”

“What is it?” one of the boys asked. There was only one girl, and she was quietly working away at her computer, headphones in ears.

“_____, tell them what’s been happening,” she said as she pushed you towards them.

You began your long tale of your toxic relationship, the messy breakup, the strange social media occurrences, and finally, that morning’s notification.

“I’d recommend talking to Wonwoo, the boy over there,” said the boy that Krystal knew. “He’s good with that stuff. Doesn’t get caught, either.”

“Okay, thank you,” you said. You walked over to the tall, dark haired boy with glasses. “Hi,” you said softly. “I need you to do me a favor. I’ll literally do anything for it.” You paused. “Well, not anything.”

“What is it?”

“I need you to find out who has been logging into my Instagram accounts. You’re a hacker, right?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, “but I’m more of a vigilante hacker. I don’t just hack to hack.”

“Well, I think you’ll be intrigued by what I’m going to tell you,” you replied hopefully. You began your spiel once more, and by the end, Wonwoo had his chin in his hands and was staring at you intently.

“It’ll take me maybe ten minutes to figure out if he’s been logging into your account, but from the looks of it, he definitely has,” Wonwoo said. “But this isn’t my style. My style is more messing with people who did bad things on the internet.”

“Okay, but will you see if it’s even him? I think it is but can you make sure anyway?” you asked.

“Yeah, give me a few.” Wonwoo turned to his computer and left you alone

“Hey, _____,” Krystal called from across the room. “I’m heading home. I don’t want to be here too long. Are you okay on your own?”

“I’m fine,” you replied as you took a seat next to Wonwoo and watched him type rapidly. “You don’t mind if I stay with you, do you?”

“No, I really don’t.” Wonwoo didn’t even look up from his computer as he kept typing. After a few minutes, he came up empty handed. He looked at you confusedly. “His phone is heavily protected. I don’t know what kind of software this person has installed, but I can’t access it. All I can access is the Apple ID of the person that owns the phone, and it’s a bunch of random numbers and letters. I can try hacking into that, but I don’t think it’s going to lead anywhere.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“I mean your ex-boyfriend is either incredibly clever or he has someone else doing the dirty work for him,” Wonwoo said.

“He’s really smart. Tech savvy.”

“Then he knows what he’s doing.” Wonwoo looked back at the screen and then to you. “I think I can figure out if it’s him, but it’ll take a solid half hour. I have to hack into the account and then see all of the phones and devices the accounts have been linked to and see if any of them belong to him. You should go get food or something while I do this; it might be a while.”

“Okay,” you said. “I’ll bring something back for you. What do you want?”

“How about burgers?” he asked.

“I’ll be back soon. You have my number now, so text me what you want,” you said with a smile. Wonwoo nodded before pulling out his phone and sending you his order.

After about fifteen minutes, you were back with burgers. Wonwoo was spinning around in his chair and smiled at you. “It’s him. That Jason guy, it’s him.”

“I’m not surprised.”

“I know you want to go to the police, but I want to have a little fun,” Wonwoo said. “This is my speciality of sorts.”

“But what if you get caught?” you asked.

“I won’t.” He took his burger from you. “Consider this payment for my deeds,” he said with a wink.

“I don’t know if I want you to mess with him. He’s a little psycho.”

“He’s not just a little psycho, he’s a lot psycho.” Wonwoo smiled at you softly. “Look, ____, if you don’t want me to, I won’t. But I think you want this guy to get a taste of his own medicine.”

“Of course I do,” you said. “But what could we possibly do to him?”

“I have some ideas, but you’ll have to consent. And they can be pretty shady, but I promise you, we won’t get caught,” Wonwoo said.

“What are your ideas?” you asked.

“If you give me your phone, I can retrieve every conversation the two of you have ever had. The embarrassing, the sweet, the manipulative, everything. Blackmail him with his own nudes? Done. Blackmail him with the embarrassing, loving, manipulative things he told you? Done. He won’t mess with you ever again, not as long as you’ve got this on your side.”

You stared at him. His proposal was intriguing to say the least. You knew Krystal would approve, but you also knew that he would access a lot of vulnerable things about you. You had some rather revealing photos in there, and while that did bother you, it didn’t bother you as much as the awkward and embarrassing photos you sent or the things you had confided in Jason. But you knew that he may never stop unless you made him stop, and you’d rather it be in your hands than in the authority’s hands. You looked at him, bit your lip, and then agreed.

“You promise you won’t judge me?” you asked.

“I promise,” replied Wonwoo softly. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze to reassure you. “You’re a good person. I can tell by just how you are. Texts between some manipulator and you aren’t going to make me change my mind.”

“Okay.” You handed him the phone. “But can you walk me home and then take my phone? I don’t want to be without my phone in the city.”

“Sure,” he said. He began packing up his things and then wrapped an arm around you. “It’s going to be fine. I’m good at what I do, and I don’t care about what you said. I only care about what he said.” He squeezed your shoulder gently. “It’s going to be okay. I’m not him.”

“You don’t need to tell me that,” you laughed as you detached yourself from him. “I know you’re not him.”

“Okay, good.” The two of you began the short walk from the university, through a bit of town, to your apartment. Once you neared your apartment, you reluctantly placed your phone in his palm.

“When will you be back?” you asked. “I kinda need my phone back.”

“I’ll come by tomorrow, how about that?”

“Okay.”

“We can go through what you think would affect him most tomorrow. I’ll just download it all to my laptop. Since you won’t have your phone, just expect me to come over sometime between noon and one, okay? I have some actually IT work to do tomorrow morning but I’ll just have it download while I sleep tonight.”

“Alright,” you said softly. “Thanks for doing this for me.”

“I’m an internet vigilante. It’s what I do,” responded Wonwoo with a wink. “See you around, ______.”

He watched as you entered your apartment building and stayed until he saw that you were safely inside. Once you were back inside your apartment, Krystal jumped to ask questions.

“What’d they find out?” she asked.

“He’s been stalking me,” you said shakily.

“Well, are you going to report it to the police or what?” she asked, playing with her fingers.

“Actually… about that,” you began, “I’m not going to the police.”

“Are you stupid?”

“Well, Wonwoo-”

“Wonwoo, huh?”

“It’s not like that. I literally just met him.”

“Oh, really? Then why’d he walk you home? And stay until he knew you were in the building?”

“Shut up,” you replied quickly. “We’re going to give Jason a taste of his own medicine. Wonwoo’s keeping my phone for the night to download everything I had regarding Jason and to retrieve all of the old messages and stuff and then he’s gonna… well… blackmail him, I guess.”

“No way,” laughed Krystal. “You’re blackmailing the psycho? I didn’t realize you were that ballsy.”

“It wasn’t my idea,” you clarified. “Wonwoo says he’s like some internet vigilante or something and it’s similar to stuff he always does.”

“Wait, so he walked you home because?”

“He needed to take my phone but I didn’t want to go home without it. And I think he’s honestly a little afraid for me.”

“He’s nice. Kinda quiet but nice.”

“Quiet?”

“Yeah. He’s said maybe ten words total to me.”

“We spoke a lot.”

“Maybe he likes you better than me.”

“Maybe.”

“Well,” Krystal said while lightly punching your arm, “aren’t you afraid of what Wonwoo is going to find on your phone?”

“It doesn’t matter to me,” you responded. “All that matters is that Jason leaves me alone. And I don’t think he’ll care much anyway. He knows what he’s seen when he’s being a vigilante or whatever.”

“Yeah, sure,” Krystal said sarcastically. “Whatever. You know what I think you should do? Get drunk.”

“I’m not going to get drunk,” you laughed. “I think I’m just going to sleep until tomorrow morning. I don’t want to think about this.”

“It’s only noon.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want to deal with this.”

“You don’t want to deal with this stalker drama or you don’t want to deal with knowing Wonwoo will go through everything on your phone?” suggested Krystal.

“Shut up,” you said. “For real, I’m going to sleep.”

You headed to your room and decided to sleep for the rest of the day. You finally woke up around two am after hours upon hours of sleep. Krystal was still awake, and she had her boyfriend Kai over. They were talking on the couch when you came out.

“Hey, guys,” you said with a small smile. “I didn’t know you were going to be over, Kai.”

“Krystal was just telling me the rundown on your stalker,” explained Kai.

“Oh,” you mumbled. “Yeah.”

“Jason will get what’s coming to him. If not now, when he’s thirty-five and his future wife leaves him,” he laughed.

“Kai, that’s rude,” Krystal said.

“Okay and?”

Krystal moved a little closer to Kai and smiled. It made you miss the days of having a boyfriend, but you knew that missing Jason was detrimental to yourself.

“So are you really having some hacker kid go through all the stuff on your phone just to blackmail Jason? Someone you don’t know?”

“At this point, nothing is really worse than knowing Jason wasn’t leaving me alone, so yeah, I am,” you replied. “He’s gonna be over around noon, by the way.”

“I’m gonna be out,” Krystal said.

“Where?”

“I don’t know. Kai, can I come over to yours?”

“Sure, babe.”

“You just did that so Wonwoo and I would be alone!”

“Also so I won’t have to see Jason’s nudes. I know that Wonwoo will be able to dig some up.”

“Fine.”

“Well, it’s two in the morning and I’ve got to be up at six, so I’ll see you tomorrow,” Krystal said. “C’mon, Kai, we’re going to bed.”

You watched Kai and Krystal leave the room and decided to clean the small apartment. By the time you were finished, the sun was starting to rise and Krystal would be waking up soon to head to the gym for her early morning workouts. Once Krystal was awake, she made some food for the both of you.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” she reassured you. “Jason will get whatever’s coming. Don’t worry about it. And you should probably catch a few hours of sleep before Wonwoo comes over, too.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “I’ll go to sleep in a few.”

A few hours later, you were awoken with the sound of Kai attempting to make Krystal a proper breakfast. It was nine in the morning, and you rolled back over only to be bombarded by the pair running into your room with sad looking pancakes.

“Cheer up!” Krystal said. “Just because you have a psycho manipulative stalker ex-boyfriend doesn’t mean you get to act like the world is ending!”

“I think it does mean I get to act like the world is ending,” you replied.

“I tried really hard to make these,” Kai said, shoving the plate in your face. “Come out to the kitchen and eat them, please.”

“Fine,” you grumbled. You got up and followed Kai to the kitchen table. His pancakes weren’t too bad, but they definitely not good. Once you took a bite and gave them a thumbs up, Kai backed off.

“I’ve got to get to work,” he said. “See ya later, guys. I left my keys to my apartment on your nightstand if you still want to go over there when Wonwoo’s here.”

Krystal nodded and smiled at him before leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek. “Okay, be safe.”

The next few hours passed rather quickly, with Krystal running around doing random things and you eating more food than you probably should. Before you knew it, Krystal had left to Kai’s and you were alone, waiting for Wonwoo’s arrival.

Just before noon, there was a knock at the door. You opened it quickly, and there was your expected guest. He had takeout in one hand and your phone in the other.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said shyly. “I thought it would be good to have lunch since…”

“Oh, thank you!” you replied, taking it from him. You grabbed chopsticks and you both settled down on the couch. There was a gap between the two of you and an awkward silence filled the room. Finally, Wonwoo cleared his throat.

“You know, I don’t think much different of you,” he said quietly. “Except that you’re maybe kinda dumb.”

“I’m dumb?” you questioned.

“Yeah, you’re dumb.” He chuckled softly to himself.

“Why?”

“Because you had barely started texting this guy and you told him everything about yourself. And I mean everything. I think I know you better than I know my brother, now.”

“I don’t know why I did it. I guess he made me feel important.” You sighed and bit your lip before looking up at Wonwoo. “We can see how well that turned out.”

“It’ll be fine. We’ll get him back,” Wonwoo reassured you.

“I honestly thought it was love at first sight. Or something of the sort. I just saw him and knew ‘you’re going to be important in my life.’”

“I don’t believe in love at first sight.”

“Really?” you asked.

“I think you’ve got to know them really well before you can love them,” he said. “Anyway, let’s choose what we want to get started with.”

He pulled out his laptop and opened it up to reveal a file containing every interaction you had with Jason on your phone. “Do you want to start small or start big?”

“Start big,” you said.

“Let’s start with the nudes, then,” he said. “Here’s my idea, but if you don’t like it, we won’t do it.” You nodded in response. “Okay. I have a program on here that creates a protected fake phone number. Almost like a prepaid that you can’t pinpoint. But there actually is no number that exists. It’ll just show up as unknown. I’ll begin sending him pictures he sent you or tell him his own secrets. Just to mess with his mind a little bit, and after that, we’ll tell him to stay away from girls or we’ll leak it all on the internet.”

“Will you really?”

“No, of course not. I’m not that terrible of a person.”

“Okay,” you acquiesced. “But if it gets shady at any moment, we’re stopping the whole thing.”

“Not to be rude, but it’s already shady.”

“Fine. If it get shadier.”

He nodded and began typing rapidly on his computer until he was at the program that allowed for him to send the messages. He went into the file where he had stored everything from your phone and began clicking until he got to the bad stuff: the pictures.

“Hey, Wonwoo, I have a question,” you said softly. He nodded in reply. “Did you by any chance… see any of me?”

Wonwoo began coughing and refused to make eye contact with you. His cheeks were becoming rosy, and he looked at you. “Yeah. But don’t worry about it. I’m not like that, I swear. I’ve never even had a girlfriend.”

It was your turn to be uncomfortable. “You’ve never had a girlfriend? How old are you?”

“I’m almost twenty-two…”

“Why not? You seem completely normal. If a psycho like Jason could get a girlfriend, you easily could.”

“But a psycho like your ex also goes out and talks to people. This… this is my life. I don’t talk to people unless it’s over the computer. How am I supposed to meet someone?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of online dating?”

“God, I’m not that pathetic.”

The computer pinged, and you both turned to look at it. Jason had replied.

who is this

IT DOESN’T MATTER. YOU’LL NEVER FIND ME ANYWAY

who tf is this i swear to god i will find you and beat your ass

YOU MIGHT BE SMART BUT I AM SMARTER.

how did you get that picture of my dick

I HAVE MORE

who is giving this to you

NO ONE OF ANY IMPORTANCE. STAY AWAY FROM ________ OR I’LL LEAK THEM

nice try

Wonwoo looked at you expectantly. “What do you want to do?”

“Keep it up. Send in more.”

image: sent

wtf

I HAVE MORE

leave me alone

NOT UNTIL YOU LEAVE _______ ALONE

who are you you’re not her she’s above this

IT ISN’T RELEVANT

ok fine but ur fucking weird

LEAVE ________ ALONE

nah bro. I gotta have fun in mexico with my fam but this conversation isnt over be back in two hours

“Now all we can do is wait,” he said.

“I don’t know why he’s so dumb. If someone was blackmailing me, I’d just stop whatever I was doing.”

“Not to be rude, but apparently you don’t have good taste in intelligent men. Or in men in general.”

“You’re kinda rude, you know that?”

“I’m more socially awkward than rude. It’s usually pretty hard for me to talk to someone like we are now.”

“Aren’t I special?”

“Yeah, actually, you kinda are.”

“Aw, you say I have shit taste in men and then tell me I’m special. My heart is melting,” you deadpanned.

“It’s true. This guy doesn’t have common sense, sends shitty dick pics, treats you like shit, and did I mention that he’s also not that much of a looker?”

“You think I don’t know that he’s a terrible, ugly, dumb person?”

“I think you’re way out of his league.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. You felt your face flush but refused to look at him. “Can we talk about anything else? You know basically everything about me; it’s my turn to know everything about you.”

In most cases, Wonwoo would’ve objected completely. This wasn’t comfortable for him, it wasn’t fun, either. But when it came to you, he was okay with it. You were open about yourself with him, so he didn’t see any reason not to be open with you. Besides, he’d practically seen you naked at this point, so he knew you couldn’t judge him.

The conversation flowed easily, the both of you talking about your family, your lives before college, the college experience, your friends, your interests, the things that made you happy, the things that made you cry. With every sentence exchanged, you felt a stronger connection to Wonwoo. This time when you felt that he was going to be important in your life, you knew that it wasn’t your brain being dumb and desperate. It was honest, and it was real.

Before the either of you realized it, the two hours were up and Jason had replied. Again, it was something stupid.

I’m not fucking dumb. I know how to hack too. I swear on my life that i will find out whoever you are. you can’t hide from me

This time Wonwoo looked genuinely concerned. He turned to you and asked, “Do you think he actually is good enough to find me?”

“Why are you asking me!” you exclaimed. “You told me we wouldn’t be caught. I swear to god, Wonwoo, if we get caught, I’m going to beat you up.”

“I know, but he seems smart enough technologically. And if he knows people…”

“The only people he knows that are into IT are the people at this school. And anybody that could help him already knows how insane he is, so I think we’re going to be fine.”

“Okay,” he said as he processed what to do next. “Also, for the record, I don’t think you could beat me up.”

“You’re a literal string bean. I probably weigh way more than you. Just because you’re tall doesn’t mean you can’t get your ass whooped.”

Wonwoo laughed. “I’m starting to really like you,” he blurted. His eyes widened as you looked up at him. “As a friend, of course.”

“Of course.” You took the laptop from hi shands and began typing a message to Jason yourself in an attempt to ease the awkwardness of the situation.

I DON’T THINK YOU’LL BE ABLE TO FIND ME, BUT YOU CAN TRY. DON’T FORGET, I HAVE MORE. I CAN AND WILL USE IT AGAINST YOU IF YOU DON’T TURN YOURSELF IN FOR MANIPULATING, ABUSING, AND STALKING _______.

“Is that really going to work?” asked Wonwoo.

“Of course not,” you laughed. “He’s got his head up his ass. But it will let him know that we’re serious, and when people make it repeatedly obvious that something really bothers them, he stops. But it takes a long time. I don’t know how long you’ll have to do it.”

“He’s such a jerk. I can’t believe you dated him.”

“I didn’t just date him. I told the boy I loved him. Even worse, I slept with him!”

“Spare me the details,” laughed Wonwoo. “What do you want to do now?”

“I think that we’ll just have to top for now. But if I were you, I’d send him one embarrassing secret or picture a day. Don’t say anything, just send it so he knows that it’s you. And then we can meet up sometime soon and actually talk and mess with him.”

“Okay,” he said. “That’ll work. I’ll text you whatever I send.”

“Please don’t,” you said. “I never want to see his nudes ever again. Or his face. Or a drunken video of him professing his love to me.”

“Okay then. I’ll text you when I send him something.”

“Much better.”

“Well, I should get going now,” Wonwoo said quietly. “I’ll see you around.”

“Thanks for this,” you said, “and the takeout.”

“My pleasure.”

As Wonwoo left the apartment, you began to wonder what this all meant. He couldn’t like you, could he? He didn’t believe in loving right away, but did that spread to liking? You waited until Krystal got home to discuss it. She was far better versed in this area and would be able to give you good advice. Krystal texted you around six saying that she was finally leaving Kai’s since Taemin would be back from vacation and that she was heading home. You were waiting for her in the living room, and the moment she walked through the door, you began blurting out everything that happened.

“Oh my god, does Jeon Wonwoo have a crush on the ______ ______?” asked Krystal.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you!” you replied.

“I think he does!” Krystal said. “Actually, I know he does. Keep up the good work, tiger.” She winked at you and walked away.

“Wait!” you called out. “What do I do?”

“I don’t know,” she replied. “Wonwoo’s… he’s quiet, shy. You’re going to have to take this slow.”

“Okay,” you said. “I think I am more than capable of doing that.”

The weeks went by of blink-and-you-miss-it flirting over text messages with Wonwoo. The texts were pretty mundane, but you had found yourself loving every time your phone pinged with a notification from Wonwoo. You met up once a week to message Jason together, and each time something would happen. The brush of fingertips, an arm around a shoulder, a shared laugh, thighs touching while you sat. Nothing about what the two of you had was platonic.

After a few days, Wonwoo asked you two to meet up again. This time, it was at his apartment rather than yours. Krystal and Kai were throwing a small party, and Wonwoo didn’t want to be there, so you obliged to meeting with him at his home.

Wonwoo’s apartment was vintage, beige, and filled with things you never would’ve imagined it to be. There were books everywhere, a record player, and a leather sofa that looked straight out of a fifties movie.

“So you know we’re pretty close to cracking him,” Wonwoo said. “I mean, did you see those last messages? He sounded like he was going to have an emotional breakdown.”

“Yeah,” you muttered.

“Did I do something wrong?” asked Wonwoo, noticing the hesitation in your voice and attitude.

“No, no,” you said. “I just wonder if I did.”

“What do you mean?”

“Am I any better than him by blackmailing him?”

Wonwoo was at a loss for words. He looked at you, and then back at the ground. “I honestly don’t know” was his response. He took your hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Maybe what we did was wrong, but he also did something wrong.”

“Two wrongs don’t make a right, Wonwoo,” you replied. “I feel like a terrible person. I know I hate Jason, but I also know I’m better than this.”

“Well, we can stop,” he said. “We’ll stop right now.”

Wonwoo pulled out his laptop and opened the program he had been using to communicate with Jason.

I’VE DECIDED TO LET YOU BE. WHAT I AM DOING TO YOU IS JUST AS BAD AS WHAT YOU DID TO ______.

nah its worse fuck u tho

GOODBYE

ya know idk u but u got balls. ______ is lucky to have u ik im psycho when it comes to her but i want her to have the best. I mean the best is me but u seem pretty good too

GOODBYE

You looked up shyly at Wonwoo. “So he thinks you’re my boyfriend, huh?”

“I mean, I’ve been at it for weeks. Almost two months, even,” he said.

“Wonwoo,” you said, getting up. “I think I should go.”

“Why?”

“Well, we did what we meant to do. Blackmail Jason, and now it’s over, so I should go.”

Wonwoo stood up with you. “Okay.” He walked you to the door and watched you put on your shoes before he did the unthinkable. He grabbed you by the arm, pulled you up to him, and placed his mouth on yours. It’s sweet, but it’s short lived because Wonwoo immediately pulled away to look at you.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. Instead, you just laugh, and you pull him down to you. Suddenly, your arms are around his neck and his hands are in your hair and you are feeling everything and nothing at the same time. And then you’re laughing, and he’s laughing, and you pull away to catch your breath.

“Wow,” he said. “That’s…”

“That’s what?”

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, pulling him in for a hug. He buried his face in your hair and then lifted your chin up for one more kiss.

“Are you sure you want to go?” he asked.

“I’m sure I want to stay.”

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Got my Dream Car: 2018 Lamborghini Huracan Performante! (Pics and Review) via /r/cars

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2018 Lamborghini Performante Review:

This car is next level incredible.

Now that we have that covered, let me expand with a look at the past (Warning: very long post).

I have been fortunate enough to have driven and owned a fair number of awesome sports and supercars, and I think I have been on the car equivalent of what guitarists might call a "tone quest". I'm on a "Car Quest". Trying a bit of everything and figuring out what will work for me. In my experience, there is unfortunately no substitute for actually living with a car to know how you feel about it, a Test Drive only does so much. As much praise as a car might get in reviews, rarely are the people reviewing it from the context of ownership. So the cars I have owned in the past have greatly informed what I was looking for this time around.

I loved my 991.1 Turbo S, perhaps one of the best all around cars that blurs the line between sports car and everyday supercar. One of the easiest and most refined cars to live with, though at the cost of not being the most exciting on your average drive. I had come from an E90 M3, and though almost everything was a massive upgrade from the M3, I was particularly disappointed by the Turbo S's engine note.

The Ferrari 488 I had after the 911 was all excitement, perhaps to a fault. It taught me that a constantly "engaging" car may not always be the most fun to drive all the time. It could be a handful in the wrong conditions, and I also learned quite a bit about Ferrari as a brand, which wasn't to my personal taste. The R8 I traded the 488 in for, gave me a kind of this balance between those two worlds. It was immensely easier to live with and drive everywhere for a multitude of reasons. It boasted the everyday convenience of the 911 with a lot more excitement. The genuinely nice Audi cabin, seats and sound system paired with a NA V10 engine and a fantastic AWD system made that car one of my personal favorite cars I have ever owned and lived with. It felt like it could tackle almost anything with confidence.

Because I have a car problem, I wanted to see what the "next level" of supercar had to offer. I had driven the McLaren 720S largely expecting to find myself calculating ways to afford it after the test drive, but I found that car to be a bit overwhelming and perhaps even scary. The car is light, has an insane amount of power to the rear wheels, and is mindblowingly fast, even at speed! But it was a bit intimidating on the test drive, and I was worried that living with it might be a bit of a handful. I think if I were a better driver I might be less intimidated by that, but I think with this much power, in the real world there is a huge benefit to AWD. When you are driving around traffic, and navigating around other drivers and cars, having a car that feels solidly planted when you are managing this much power and torque is a huge benefit.

I genuinely love McLaren as a brand, and I really respect their business model and what they are doing to the market (even at the cost of their own used market), but I do feel like the cars are still a bit quirky and a touch unreliable still, but I think they are really close to making a really perfect car for me. That 600LT was damn close!

So this brings us to now, or let's call it last summer:

I went to test drive the Performante after my friend recommended that I check one out. I wasn't expecting too much, after all this has a tweaked R8 engine, with a marginal 20 or so extra horses and 30 lb/ft of torque. The car shares the same platform and they have similar AWD systems. I figured that as the glorified "Lamborghini R8" with a wing, it might be a bit more Loud and Italian, but effectively the same car.

The test drive, however, proved that wrong. The Performante absolutely blew me away and I couldn't stop thinking about the car. So I started studying the market and shopping, and waiting for the perfect time to strike. Eventually I found the spec I wanted on a pre-owned one at a price I was happy with, and I went for it. On a quick side note, I have to thank Lamborghini Dallas and Tactical Fleet for helping me work out this deal!

Anyways here are my very initial thoughts on my new to me Performante:

What an engine! Although as smooth and quick in response as the R8 and familiar in character, now sounds like it's being powered by a dying star, right behind your head. If the engine being too loud to live with is an 11, this is perfectly sat at 10. And for being slightly more powerful, the car somehow feels noticeably faster in a straight line. I can't imagine an aftermarket exhaust doing much for the sound honestly, it already sounds like one. I thought the R8 sounded amazing, but this is just a completely different level.

What it also feels, is notably lighter, and the 200 or so lbs shaved off of the R8's weight account for a bit of that, but the brakes must be the other half of that equation. This car feels a lot lighter and nimbler than its 3424 lbs curb weight might suggest. Keep in mind that's still 250 lbs heavier than the 720S, but this car can stop arguably more confidently on the road thanks to the fantastic brake feel. But that's not the best part.

The best part is the cornering. Now I haven't pushed this car near the limit so far, but I did take the R8 to the track and on some fast and fun spirited drives, and the way the Performante by comparison turns in and grips just on the road is just nothing like I have experienced to far. It remains so planted and confident in those moments that you just keep on wanting to push it. The steering is near telepathic, I don't know how much more direct steering can feel on a car before you just end up with an oversized go kart. To be fair, the 720S and the 600LT steering and feel were damn good as well in this category, with the 600LT actually being maybe a true 10/10 to the Performante's 9.9/10. And yes, the 600LT basically feels like an oversized go kart. In a good way.

This car is also somehow comfortable. Now I have read very polarizing things about the comfort seats' comfort, but at 5'10 or so and not skinny I'm actually very happy in the cabin. The ride is firm as one might expect, but given that I had the R8 V10 plus which forces fixed suspension, the Performante in Strada mode is actually a bit better at absorbing the bumps. Put it in to Sport or Corsa, though, and you will be able to tell if that nickel you just drove over was heads or tails.

This car, by the way, is so easy to drive. This is not intimidating. I feel like in Strada, anyone who isn't a car enthusiast could confidently drive this car. They somehow maintained that friendliness and ease of driving that the R8 gives you packaged in this fighter jet themed cabin.

One thing I would personally steer clear of, unless you plan on mostly tracking the car or driving it hard, are the Carbon Fiber seats. They look amazing (though they don't match the Forged Carbon in the rest of the cabin) but they are perhaps the single most uncomfortable sports seats I have sat in. Maybe they were built for small framed Italian men, but if you have anything close to broad shoulders, those will be absolutely crushed in to proper driving position as you drive. If you like driving in any position other than absolutely upright you will not be happy. By contrast, I think both Porsche and McLaren make substantially more comfortable sports seats that seem to offer just as much support and bolstering. Had something like those been available for the car, I might even have opted for those. The comfort seats are actually surprisingly supportive for what they are, and should be good for longer drives, so that's the way I went on mine.

By the way that forged carbon has to be one of my personal favorite accents on the car. The gloss front splitter and rear wing look like shiny black marble and contrast the car beautifully in basically every color. The inside satin forged carbon accents not only work beautifully Alcantara covered interior, but also stop any of those surfaces from blinding you when the light hits them. Good thinking. This is what happens when Germany and Italy work together.

With all of that said, no car is perfect, so let's cover some of the faults and downsides:

The cupholder situation is hilarious. If you opt for the 600 dollar travel/smoker package you get an ashtray and a single Porsche 911 style cupholder that comes out of the dash above the glove box. The front trunk is probably the smallest I have ever seen. You might think they are all small, but seriously check out how big they are on the 488 and 720S, they are almost...practical? Actually there isn't really much interior storage space other than some nets behind the seats and the glovebox.

The rear visibility is hilariously bad, though in a funny way, it's slightly better than the R8 with there being small vents on either the side of the rear glass that you can sort of peer through, but still, it's not great. Also the car sits low, and although these pretty much are always spec'd with lifts, you have to remember not only to use it, but to lower the car before you park it because it's bad for the lift to sit up for extended periods of time.

Also, this is a bit of a weird one, but I have noticed on the Gen2 R8 and the Huracan, the dead pedal area is quite small and not that far from the brake, you kinda have to get used to how that feels, because it's different from most cars.

The sound system is also not great, maybe I was spoiled by the genuinely awesome Bang and Olufsen system in the R8, but I have the upgraded Sensonum sound in mine, and it's just not that good, probably not worth spending the money on to be entirely honest, as in true Lambo fashion, it's an expensive upgrade.

Now these little issues genuinely don't ruin the experience, some of these are just things you deal with this type of car, just like the attention you know a supercar will garner. So it's down to a cost/benefit analysis with this car, but in my case it's an easy win for the benefits on this one.

I don't think I have ever instantly connected with or been as content with a car I have brought home, and for the first time ever, I find myself not really wondering about what else is out there for me. It kinda feels like I have finally found my own personal dream car.

This is not to say I won't trade into something else down the line, though it would be nice to have this for at least a few years. But i'll put it this way: Whatever car I will move to after this one doesn't exist yet.

tl;dr: 10/10 would recommend

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official-hera · 6 years

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close relationships: with seongmi!

Seongmi is an oc

jihyo

met during one of hera's promotions, and they ended up winning an award for it. when the song began playing, jihyo could dance the entire choreography. seongmi thought it was really funny, and decided to hand the microphone to her so she could sing the song. that's when she got flustered, and seongmi told her to shake it off. they met back stage and then exchanged numbers

has a group chat with seongmi (hera), matilda (hera), chaeyoung (bp), lisa (bp), jihyo (twice), mina (twice), jimin (15&) and yerin (15&) called "save the bees, bitch"!

seongmi is a heavy influence on jihyo's vocals. they both love helping each other in improving and trying new things!

seongmi actually helps produce some twice songs as well as write a few. both of them write sometimes together as well as ft in some of seongmi's solo discography!

seemingly mature on the outside, but their relationship also has some dick jokes and funny faces sprinkled in every now and then.

closeness rating: 9.3/10

jimin

seongmi was a solo guest on After School Club, and while she was trying really hard to learn English, she still wasn't good at it. jimin helped her the majority of the show and was very sweet

has a group chat with seongmi (hera), matilda (hera), chaeyoung (bp), lisa (bp), jihyo (twice), mina (twice), jimin (15&) and yerin (15&) called "save the bees, bitch"!

seongmi guest appeared in jimin's 2018 album "jiminxjamie". she was in many songs that ranged from goofy to very soft and melodic.

have sleepovers literally ALL THE TIME. if one of them posts a pic of the other one in their bed, please don't be shocked that's just a regular Tuesday night

so unbelievably comfortable around each other. they both also do some funny ass jokes when together, those kinds where it gets funnier as the other adds on to it to the point where no sound is coming out when they laugh and tears are streaming down their faces. so many inside jokes.

closeness rating: 8.6/10

jungkook

when seongmi was 5 years old, matilda gave her a sticker and seongmi told her she loved her. matilda was friends with jungkook prior, and their duo friend group morphed into a triple one.

jungkook takes some HIGH ASS care of seongmi. like it's insane. she is older than him, but he acts like she is so unbelievably small and must be protected through everything. you hear a loud bang? seongmi is behind his back. seongmi's on a roller coaster? jungkook will join and hold her hand the entire time.

even though this happens, he calls her noona?? and she's like, dude im only a couple months older than you, and he's like "stfu im your big baby take care of me"

seongmi becomes upset through very tiny things, and jungkook is more than enough patient with her. he sits with her when she cries and vice versa. they are basically brother and sister

they know virtually everything about each other. they have seen EVERYTHING that they have to offer and are uncomfortably close. like, they know too much?? they know some things about one another that fellow group members don't even know they got some SECRETS.

closeness rating: 9.9/10

rosé

met right after blackpink's debut stage. matilda went to congratulate the girls, and seongmi ended up tagging along. chaeyoung and seongmi had a lot in common, so they ended up talking until their managers had to drag them away from one another.

has a group chat with seongmi (hera), matilda (hera), chaeyoung (bp), lisa (bp), jihyo (twice), mina (twice), jimin (15&) and yerin (15&) called "save the bees, bitch"!

seongmi is still trying to learn English, so chaeyoung is pretty helpful when it comes down to it. they both sit down as chae helps seongmi study. after seongmi was nearly fluent in English, she still asked chae to speak to her in English because she fell in love with her voice.

their both pretty emotional, so sometimes they just straight up have fights that are arguing who loves the other more. it ends in tears and an "i love you, dude" as they hug it out

in all honesty, a very cute couple that are still figuring things out. they are very good matches personality wise, so them being close friends is unsurprising.

closeness rating: 8.4/10

seungkwan

seventeen was promoting very nice, and seongmi and seungkwan met on a variety show. he made her laugh until she literally peed her pants, which is a very hard feat for seongmi. they talked behind the scenes, and decided to get to know each other more with dinner that night.

seriously dated from february 14, 2017 - december 4, 2019.

seungkwan deadass once dyed seongmi's hair when the both of them were VERY drunk in 2017. luckily they decided to dye it a dark purple so they didn't bleach it, but she had the look for around a week and a half and wouldn't let hairstylists touch it. she looked like a hot mess

being around seungkwan had seongmi forget about all of her problems, keeping her calm and very happy.

even after their break up, they still stayed friends. they know lots about one another as well as know what makes the other laugh, cry, freak out, smile, etc. it's a relationship that is near impossible to break up

closeness rating: 9.5/10

yeri

met through bohui and irene. bohui had red velvet come over to the dorm, and seongmi and yeri were both extremely awkward, so they sort of had simple conversations and such which morphed into very long talks about how they were both feeling and so on. they exchanged numbers to talk even more

yeri will say with her whole chest that seongmi is one of the sweetest people she will ever meet, and seongmi swears on her life that yeri is one of the prettiest and most hardworking girls she's met in a long time

even if they constantly lift each other up, yeri will still drag seongmi to filth. they could be talking about literally anything, and yeri would just drop in a "that's why your hairlines fucked up" and seongmi is like stfu you'll be bald by the time your 25

both understand debuting in their group later than the others, so they defend one another as well as uplift the other to remind them they belong in the group.

they aren't as close as they could be, but they still really love each other and be willing to fight for each other through anything.

closeness rating: 6.7/10

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1-150 😁

Jesus, so much 😭 but thanks handsome!! 1. Who was the last person you held hands with?: My mom hahahah2. Are you outgoing or shy?: Definitely shy3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?: No one really4. Are you easy to get along with?: Uhm I like to think that I am but I'm not an easy person and I have very poor social skills, always nice though.5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?: I surely hope he would 🙂 but no I am pretty sure he would take great care of me6. What kind of people are you attracted to?: People who have a very open mind, lots of humor and just people I vibe with.7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?: No definitely not8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?: Oh you know that one 😏9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?: No not at all, I'm very comfortable with it10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?: I honestly can't remember11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?: "Sorry 😭"12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?- Bea Miller - Like that- Robin Schulz ft James Blunt - OK - Sleeping at last - Already gone- Sleeping at last - Saturn- Lady Gaga - The cure13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?: Fuck yes14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?: I do yes15. What good thing happened this summer?: The summer kinda still has to happen and last summer I barely remember 😂16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?: No never 🤐17. Do you think there is life on other planets?: I do think so yes also because not everything has been discovered yet18. Do you still talk to your first crush?: Nope 19. Do you like bubble baths?: Ugh yes very much so20. Do you like your neighbors?: No not at all, one is a grumpy raisin that never smiles and is rude. The other ones are an older couple and their 40+ son and I can hear them yell when they're in their house and I am in mine 😂21. What are your bad habits?: Hmmm reacting very childish in certain situations and one I don't like to talk about. 22. Where would you like to travel?: All over the world, definitely 🌍🌎🌏23. Do you have trust issues?: Yes, very much so24. Favorite part of your daily routine?: Going to sleep hahahaha or spending time with my dogs25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?: My entire body but mostly my stomach area26. What do you do when you wake up?: Take my phone27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?: Darker definitely, way prettier than my pale skin28. Who are you most comfortable around?: My 2 best friends and mom 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?: No but then again I don't really have ex's30. Do you ever want to get married?: Yes for sure 💍31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?: Hell yes, it reaches my ass already32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?: Uh no idea tbh33. Spell your name with your chin.: h8hq, that's the best I could do wtf34. Do you play sports? What sports?: I bingewatch 35. Would you rather live without TV or music?: TV definitely36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?: Hmmm no37. What do you say during awkward silences?: Nothing, I make it more awkward or I ask something very random38. Describe your dream girl/guy?: Take a look in the mirror39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?: Newlook, h&m, the body shop etc40. What do you want to do after high school?: Already graduated and studying psychology 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?: Depends on the situation but usually yes42. If you're being extremely quiet what does it mean?: I'm either in my own world, sad, very focused or uncomfortable 43. Do you smile at strangers?: Yes very often 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?: Bottom of the ocean but kinda both actually 😂45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?: The will to talk to my soulmate46. What are you paranoid about?: Uhm almost everything 47. Have you ever been high?: Nope48. Have you ever been drunk?: Yes 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?: Nope50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?: Jesus that's been so long but idk dark blue I think51. Ever wished you were someone else?: Very often52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?: My immaturity at times and aside from that my entire body53. Favourite makeup brand?: Don't have one, whatever is good is good54. Favourite store?: Don't have a favorite one55. Favourite blog?: @eagerforpower 56. Favourite colour?: Green57. Favourite food?: Pasta ish stuff58. Last thing you ate?: Chocolate mousse59. First thing you ate this morning?: Bread60. Ever won a competition? For what?: Hahahahaha I never won anything 😂61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?: Nope, I'm a good girl 62. Been arrested? For what?: Nope63. Ever been in love?: Yes64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?: Uhm trying to remember that one. I think it was when I was sitting on my bed with him and there was a certain vibe, we made eye contact and he leaned in to kiss me. Not that special really 65. Are you hungry right now?: Noooo I'm so full66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?: I don't have tumblr friends, well you don't really count as a tumblr friend or do you? Cause if you do then tumblr > rl friends67. Facebook or Twitter?: Twitter68. Twitter or Tumblr?: Tumblr69. Are you watching tv right now?: No70. Names of your bestfriends?: Chris, Jolien & Grisja71. Craving something? What?: Having you here72. What colour are your towels?: Uhm so many colors, green and blue but also brown etc72. How many pillows do you sleep with?: 2 but I used to sleep with 4, 2 got stolen 73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?: Not anymore. Wait no I never have74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?: I do have plenty of that so uhm about 20?75. Favourite animal?: A panda76. What colour is your underwear?: Well I'm not wearing any so 77. Chocolate or Vanilla?: Vanilla78. Favourite ice cream flavour?: Banana or lemon79. What colour shirt are you wearing?: Baby blue80. What colour pants?: Grey 81. Favourite tv show?: Hmmm don't have a favorite one82. Favourite movie?: Charlie's Angels and many more83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?: The original duh84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?: 21 Jump Street85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?: Cady 86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?: Dory87. First person you talked to today?: My mom, well I texted you before that but you were still asleep88. Last person you talked to today?: My brother89. Name a person you hate?: N.90. Name a person you love?: Chris91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?: Hahahaha sure yes 92. In a fight with someone?: Nope93. How many sweatpants do you have?: About 594. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?: Like 10 or so95. Last movie you watched?: The Stanford prison experiment 96. Favourite actress?: Angelina Jolie97. Favourite actor?: Johnny Depp98. Do you tan a lot?: Noooo99. Have any pets?: Yes many100. How are you feeling?: Okay I guess101. Do you type fast?: Pretty fast, at times102. Do you regret anything from your past?: Yes many things103. Can you spell well?: Yes I can104. Do you miss anyone from your past?: No I don't 105. Ever been to a bonfire party?: No but I would like to106. Ever broken someone’s heart?: Yes I have 107. Have you ever been on a horse?: Yes and it was super fun, I loved it108. What should you be doing?: Nothing rn, did eveything I had to do today109. Is something irritating you right now?: Yes, me 😂110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?: Yes111. Do you have trust issues?: Yes I do, this question is in the list twice which means it's 149 questions112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?: My mom113. What was your childhood nickname?: Mie, kinda still is114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?: Yes I have115. Do you play the Wii?: Used to, soooo often but haven't in years116. Are you listening to music right now?: No I'm not, I mean I do hear my mom's music coming from her headphone but that don't count117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?: Sometimes 118. Do you like Chinese food?: Ugh fuck yes I do 119. Favourite book?: Hmmm probably for now My favorite Mistake120. Are you afraid of the dark?: Unfortunately yes, terrified even 121. Are you mean?: No but I can be a bitch122. Is cheating ever okay?: Never123. Can you keep white shoes clean?: Hahahaha no, not even for a day124. Do you believe in love at first sight?: I do believe in a connection at first sight, if it is really love idk125. Do you believe in true love?: I do126. Are you currently bored?: No, thanks to these questions not127. What makes you happy?: The little things. My bae, taking pics, playing with my dogs, writing, my project etc128. Would you change your name?: No129. What your zodiac sign?: Aquarius130. Do you like subway?: Yes131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?: Tell him to get over it132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?: Ok so 148 questions, also asked before. But again, don't remember 133. Favourite lyrics right now?: "I thought I saw the devilThis morningLooking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongueWith the warningTo help me see myself clearerI never meant to start a fireI never meant to make you bleedI'll be a better man today"134. Can you count to one million?: Pretty sure I can but not gonna try135. Dumbest lie you ever told?: "I didn't know I was dry"136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?: Uhm it's only a little open137. How tall are you?: 1m70138. Curly or Straight hair?: In-between 139. Brunette or Blonde?: Brunette 140. Summer or Winter?: Hmmm probably Spring141. Night or Day?: Night142. Favourite month?: May143. Are you a vegetarian?: Sometimes 🙂144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?: Milk145. Tea or Coffee?: Tea but I love coffee too so both146. Was today a good day?: I think it was in some ways147. Mars or Snickers?: Hmm I think Mars but I love Snickers too, it just makes me nauseous148. What’s your favourite quote?: "But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?" By Mark Twain149. Do you believe in ghosts?: I do150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?: "Those causes aren't goal-causes, but mechanical causes"❤❤❤

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