#notebook for passwords

[kirby-the-gorb]

yeah! woo! fuck it up kirby! it's [kirb2k]!!!

[belinda-chandra]

Shauna failing to properly delete a file on a smartphone. (Leading to Callie finding out about the Frog Scientists)

Melissa failing to fill her gas tank the day before. (Leading to her running into Misty and crew)

It's a miracle they have survived this long and kept so many secrets from their families.

[badolmen]

I don’t know what young person with their own laptop/computer/whatever device for the first time needs to hear this but:

Get yourself a goddamn password notebook. Label the pages alphabetically. Add your important log-in information, passwords, etc. Put the notebook in your underwear drawer and sleep easy knowing that if your device is stolen, trashed, or bricked, you will not spend three hours manually recreating new passwords or accounts.

This has been a PSA.

[nerd4music]

might just be me getting older myself, but there's some specific old people annoyances I understand, like too much unnecessary loud noise, and writing down passwords because you don't trust online savers/'the cloud'.

[jittyjames]

bluedas hyperfix so severe i bought a dark blue iphone

[hisoknen]

every time twitter shows me suguru i feel life being shoved into me. fucking breathed into this rotted and mottled corpse of mine

[the-dancing-fairy]

A MESSAGE FROM YOUR WEB-LOCAL LIBRARIAN

USE A PASSWORD MANAGER FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YOU WILL SAVE YOURSELF SO MUCH FRUSTRATION

[jusdeknowledge]

Got an email the other day with a receipt for a storage unit in Colorado that was rented in my name, along with a corresponding insurance policy. This raised alarm bells, as I’d never been to Colorado (save for one layover at Denver Int’l), nor had I ever rented a storage unit. Still, despite it being my first brush with identity theft, I’m proud of how responsible I was— called and left a message at the storage place to let them know they’d been duped, reported it to the Federal Trade Commission, and tried to place a freeze on my credit (which ended up being a fool’s errand because I’ve never had a credit card, taken out a loan, or paid for anything on credit ever, meaning that as far as the credit rating agencies know, I don’t exist). I even cancelled my debit card just to make sure, even though whoever rented the unit used a card I’d never seen, and used a Colorado local address and phone number. You’d think if my full identity were stolen, they’d’ve made some fraudulent purchases. Still, better safe than sorry.

Finally I get around to calling the storage place again, per a recommendation from the FTC, to ask them to send me a letter/email acknowledging that they knew and understood that I was not involved in any transactions with them. Come to find out, there’s a guy in Colorado whose name is identical to mine except for one letter, and the person at the storage unit place just wrote it down wrong.

[notarealprsn]

why is it that when i try to type in a doc on my laptop my mind goes blank but the notes app on my phone?? oh ho ho! what thoughts to be had!

[iucemon]

heartbreaking: i just realized that if i was stuck in a timeloop i couldnt play cookie clicker

[s1x-foot-deep]

"use a password organizer" what happened to writing things. writing things down. do we not write things down anymore

[absul]

maybe i'm just somehow even more paranoid than i originally thought but you would not catch me DEAD using one of those password saving websites oh my goddd. 'oh they expect hackers to try and get in so they have the best of the best security!!!' and i don't fucking believe u or them LOL. there is no such thing as 100% foolproof security measures. not if, WHEN, any of those sites get hacked, it's gonna be a fucking shitshow and I for one refuse to get got by something that obvious !

[sunkissedscribbles]

BF!MATTHEO HEADCANONS

☆ BF!MATTHEO is the type to greet you with the biggest smile and warmest embrace first thing in the morning when he sees you. be in bed with him, having slept in his shirt (hell, he's so in love with the way his clothes fit you), in the great hall, after a morning quidditch practice, all sweaty – he doesn't care.

☆ BF!MATTHEO doesn't care, exactly like that. not about what condition you are in, not about your social status, blood purity and all that shebang, he’s a simple creature, alright? he’s just utterly, madly, completely in love with you and he doesn’t need anything else. he finds you perfect, just the way you are.

☆ BF!MATTHEO is the kind to have an opinion about everything; the government? sucks. music? 80’s dad rock. the best kind of coffee: the one you make. the worst though, is when you two decide to just spend the evening watching a film: he’s damn picky. (so are you, but this is about him.) so, when you suggest a movie, he has an argument already. “don’t like its title.” “sounds very girly-pop.” “babyyyy, you know i don’t like romcoms,” he states with a whiny tone and a pout every time. trust me, he’s a sucker for romcoms. MODERN AU!BF!MATTHEO’s favourite is ‘it’s a boy girl thing’.

☆ and when you fall asleep, whether during the film or he just happens to see you dozed off in a deep slumber, be prepared to be BF!MATTHEO’s most recent 50 pictures in his gallery.

☆ in fact, MODERN AU!BF!MATTHEO’s lock screen isn’t a sweet picture like lara jean’s from to all the boys i’ve loved before. no. he has you sleeping with your mouth open, in 0.5 as his lock screen instead. he shows that picture to everyone who asks about what his girlfriend looks like with unashamed preference, too.

☆ BF!MATTHEO might not have a way with spoken words, but he has his notebook on him all the time for a reason: to draw you, for you or for himself, whether you are sitting in front of him or he’s trying to capture you from last night: in his hoodie with messy hair from having his fingers in it, plump and red lips (maybe a bit bruised, too), smelling like sex after the latest round.

☆ BF!MATTHEO makes you mixtapes. period.

☆ maybe he’s sweet to you, a real koala when it comes to snuggling and clinginess, BF!MATTHEO doesn’t refrain from fucking you whenever he can, wherever he can. his dorm is a safe place for making love, with aftercare, but let me tell you, once he finds a secluded corner in one of the corridors, he doesn’t hold back. he finds you trying to suppress your usually loud moans by biting his shoulder or swallowing them back into whimpers extremely sexy. and when he finds out the password to the prefects’ bathroom? run, that’s my advice.

tag list: @inksoakedparchment @mattiesgf @girllblogging777 @mqstermindswift @myysunshine @yelanare @mamartinez @s00ty-feet @malfoylover4l

[cheri-cheri]

25 Canon Facts about Caleb - Part 2

As someone with the memory of a goldfish and an insatiable thirst for Caleb content, I'm embarking on a mini project to collate facts about him based on in-game texts \( ´ ꒳ ` )/♡ Let's appreciate our precious apple boy together!

✧ Part 1 ll Part 3 ll Part 4

Caleb and MC participated in a handmade lantern making contest. [Event - Masterwork Lantern]

When building models, MC does the designing and Caleb does the building. Caleb attributes his aptitude in building models to MC and her sometimes complicated ideas. [Event - Masterwork Lantern]

Caleb sent MC a link about how sleeping positions reflect one's personality and revealed that he is aware of MC's various sleeping positions. [Daily - Sleep Analysis]

Caleb mostly sleeps on his back, on his side, in a side-punch position or a freefall position. MC noted that based on the link, people who sleep on their stomachs have controlling behavioural tendencies and like to hide their emotions. MC also noted that people who sleep on their back have high standards for themselves and others and dislike disorder. [Daily - Sleep Analysis]

Caleb clarified that his only rule for MC is for her to prioritise herself no matter what, and that he has high standards for himself so that he can protect MC better. [Daily - Sleep Analysis]

Caleb picked out MC's old bedsheets and pillows. [Daily - Sleep Analysis]

One of the Farspace Fleet's most important jobs is providing protocore energy to Skyhaven. The Fleet is also the only one with enough combat experience to operate inside the Deepspace Tunnel. The Fleet has been criticised for having too much authority as it sometimes has the final say over everything in Skyhaven. [Daily - The Returner]

For now, Caleb plans to avoid showing up in front of people who know him in Linkon. [Daily - The Returner]

Caleb noticed when MC's eyes were red and that she kept rubbing them. He sent her eye masks and eye health supplements. [Daily - Eye Care Guide]

Caleb learnt some eye exercises during his days in the Aerospace Academy. There is a text option where he decides to visit MC to teach them to her. [Daily - Eye Care Guide]

The accounting book that young MC used as a grudge diary to record the times Caleb made her mad was actually a gift from Caleb when she won her first essay competition titled "20 Reasons Why Caleb Makes Life Better!" [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

When young MC wrote something in the grudge diary, she would read everything out loud to make sure Caleb knew what she was writing. [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

When they were younger, MC and Caleb once went out to play and got lost in the woods. [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

When they were younger, Caleb refused to let MC have ice cream when she had a cold. [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

When they were younger, Caleb gave MC a wish coupon but she lost it before she could use it. [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

MC confessed that the aside from complaints, she also wrote down all the silly things Caleb did when he tried cheer her up. Caleb acknowledged that he was often the reason why MC needed cheering up in the first place. [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

MC and Caleb used to sneak out of study hall after school. Caleb would camp outside her classroom whenever he wanted to help her to skip class. [Daily - Auditorium Escape]

The plushies that MC and Caleb win from the claw machine are kept in Caleb's home. An exception is the plane plushie which Caleb insisted that MC keeps. [Daily - Let It Fall]

MC and Caleb have a shared New Year's album where they store the photos that they take together. The password to the shared album is a shortened version of "Caleb is a big dummy". They have many shared New Year's albums from over the years. [Daily - New Year Journey]

MC and Caleb participated in a "Letters to Strangers" message relay event without telling each other. The notebook ended up with Caleb and he recognised MC's handwriting on a page she wrote on from around a year ago. [Daily - Letter to a Stranger]

Caleb has a high tolerance for sour things. He dries lemon peels for tea. [Daily - Naked Lemon]

MC has purchased a rug alarm, maze alarm clock and flying alarm clock but none of them are as effective or experienced in waking MC up. [Daily - Rug Alarm]

Caleb sent MC celestial coordinates to a beautiful nebula. [Daily - Blossom Nebula]

During his breaks between patrol missions, Caleb always wonders about what MC is doing. Otherwise, he finds the time spent away from MC too hard to bear. [Daily - Blossom Nebula]

Caleb and MC ran into her colleagues at the planetarium and she introduced him as a friend. Caleb hoped that if a similar situation were to happen again, she would introduce him by name. [Daily - Blossom Nebula]

❀ Masterlist

[lmaowhatt]

A SCHOOL DAY WITH LOVER BOY!JJ

requested by: anon

lover boy!JJ and reader spending a day at school together? I feel like school wouldnt be absolute torture if I had him there with me:(

pairing: lover boy!jj x gf!reader

warnings: mentions of hickies, mentions of smoking, cursing (i think thats it)

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

lover boy!jj masterlist | main masterlist

there are the times you stay over at the chateau the night before, sleeping completely sprawled over jj in what has been deemed his bedroom, his hands wrapped around you—more so your ass—protectively.

then morning comes and time ticks by slowly, youre already getting ready while jj is still sound asleep to the point where john b has to physically barge in and drag him out of bed, shoving jjs bag into his hands and telling you hurry up. jj, however, moves to stand behidn you, wrapping his arms around your waist and telling you to take your time.

finally, almost ten minutes later, which was apparently a full light year to pope, you all walked out of the chateau, jjs arms still around your waist, pressing gentle kisses to your neck as the five of you made your way to the twinkie. then came school, jjs worst enemy next to whoever decided to make the healthy cereal john b had forced into his hands when they stepped out of the chateau.

—first block: pre-calculus. (90 mins)

first block for jj was difficult, especially without you. math was... not his strong suit, no subject ever was besides woodshop. and even then, it was a reach. he groaned when john b started pushing him towards class after you gave him a small kiss, paired with a "good luck. see you later, baby." he leaned back heavily against john b as they walked towards class, muttering something about how, "school is just jail with ugly lighting, man. id know, ive been there.''

still, he fought his way through it, doodling little things into his notebook while the teacher went on about, "stupid fuckin' math," as hed muttered to john b, the boy laughing despite himself, avoiding eye contact with the teacher when she caught his eyes.

when the bell rang, jj was the first one out of class, pulling john b along as he led the way to your locker, letting out an exaspertad sigh when he caught you laughing with kie. he grabbed your hand, turning you around and wrapping his arms around your waist, dipping his head down to kiss you. "missed you, baby," he muttered after pulling away, nuzzling his face into your neck, breathing you in. you laughed when john b leaned agaisnt the locker next to yours and muttered a, "good luck with that."

—second block: physics. (90 mins)

thankfully, jj had this class with you. unfortunately, it was physics. "this is stupid," hed muttered to you as you two took your seats near the back of the class. "apples fall outta trees and thats supposed to blow my damn mind?" you laughed, draping your legs over his lap and flipping open your notebook.

time passed way too slowly for jjs liking. his hand ran up and down your thigh, occasionally pinching the inside of it and running a slow soothing thumb over it when you flinched. jj smiled, lifting your hand and placing gentle kisses to your knuckles. jj grumbled, "why should i give a shit about um and his law? it dont affect me." you smiled, "ohm, jj. ohm."

he scoffed, shrugging as he fished his phone out of his back pocket, typing in your birthday as the password before staring to flick through his other apps. "fuck is this, meditation class?" you rolled your eyes, turning you attentionn back to the front of the class where the teacher was still going on about ohm.

jj was halfway through messing around with his snapchat filters when the bell rang. he threw his head back in relief, tossing the notebook he hadnt touched in the hour and a half he was in class back into his bag and taking your hand in his, pressing a kiss to the back of it as he led you out of the room. the two of you met up with pope, john b, and kiara by the courtyard doors, jj taking the liberty to slam them open, breathing in the air like he was taking his first breath again.

—third block: study hall. (45 mins)

this was barely considered a class to jj. for some reason, the counselor decided to stick you and the rest of the pogues together. which was... a huge mistake. by the second week of school, the teacher had already threatened to quit at least five times. after that point, she began telling the two of you not to come to class. literally, the moment the five of you walked into class, it was—'get out. youll pass the class for the year just, please, dont come back.' so you didnt.

after that point, each third block was spent in the courtyard. jj would sit on one of the blue picnic table benches with you sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist as he presses kisses to your shoulder and the crook of your neck. pope was usually sat beside him while john b and kiara sat opposite you three.

it was during this time when you would usually go through jjs notebooks, writing the notes he never wrote for his classes. when his hands slipped under your skirt, you squirmed, poking him in the ribs with the led peeking out of your mechanical pencil, earning a pinch to your thigh. you rolled your eyes fondly, focusing back on writing his notes. "y'dont have to do that, baby," he muttered next to your ear, kissing the back of it with a smile when you said, "i want to."

after you were done, youd put his books back in his bag for him, leaning back into him as you listened to the guys debate what the best marvel movie was. jj argued up and down that it was 'deadpool,' all the while john b and pope called him crazy. jj would just roll his eyes, "dude, he talks mad shit, blows shit up, and cant die! thats basically me with better aim." john b and pope would let out groans of protest while you and kie shared a look that said the same thing—is he serious?

he would hold his hand to his chest when you told him his aim could be better, a look of betrayal painting his features. "you serious? my aims amazin', baby." you bite back a smile, reaching back to pat his cheek and tell him, "of course it is." jj rolled his eyes, moving his head to lick a stripe up your palm. gagging, you pulled away, wiping your hand on his khaki shorts. then, the bell rang and jj had to physically restrain himself from holding you back from the group and dragging you to the twinkie to, "escape hell," as hed put it.

—fourth block: u.s. history. (90 mins)

unfortunately, hed gotten stuck in this class by himself. he grumbled his distaste for the class the entire time he walked you to your class. "why should i care about rich dudes signin' papers when all they ever owned was either land, people, or white wigs?" you laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder as he continued. "i should just skip, all you needa know 'bout this class is that people in power lie."

you reminded him that if he skipped hed get detention. and normally, he wouldnt care, but the fact that you cared about him getting some form of an eduaction softened something is his chest that had him actually paying attention for the first time in weeks. even the teacher was surprised when he raised his hand that day.

"what was the bill of rights? no, jackson, you cant go to the restroom again." he rolled his eyes, debating whether to put his hand down or not, answering regardless. "it was like—the first ten commandments. freedom or speech, guns, and not having soldiers sleepin' in your house..." he trailed off, his eyes darting around to everyone watching him, "or, whatever..?" he said, quieter now.

the teacher nodded, "its the ten amendments, jackson. but... good." she narrowed her eyes before turning back to the board. he fished his phone out of his pocket quickly after that, already pulling up your message thread. 'baby, i think i just answered a question right.' you answered only minutes lated, furrowing your eyebrows with a small laugh, hiding the phone from your teachers view as you texted him back. 'yeah? what question baby?'

he beamed—flushed, actually—when he read your message, glancing around to make sure no one caught him before focusing back down on his phone. 'she asked about the bill of rights. and everyone was like lookin at me weird. teacher said amendments but i swear its commandments baby.' you laughed, muttering a small apology to your teacher, who looked at you with raised eyebrows before turning back to the board. 'im proud of you baby but i gotta go. i love you.' paired with a white heart, you sent the message and locked your phone, focusing back on the lesson.

jj smiled, putting his phone back in his pocket and actually focusing on the lesson, even pulling his notebook out of his bag and opening it to the most recent blank page. the first thing he saw was the small note youd left him when you wrote his notes for him during the previous block. 'i love you, baby. you got this! ♡' he smiled, not even erasing it, instead just writing around it. a part of hiis chest swelled with love, because out of everyone that had come and gone in his life, you (and the pogues, but mostly you). were one of those who actually believed in him.

—break: lunch (30 mins)

if lunch was a class, jj would have perfect attendance. he almost never skipped lunch, only every tuesday when the only thing they were giving out was salads. but thankfully, it was chicken sandwich wednesday. so, there he was, in line for lunch with a hand wrapped around your waist, the other pogues in a line behind him and kie in front of you. thanks to jjs quick feet, that only ever turned on for lunch, the five of you were out of the line in five minutes, already heading out to the courtyard.

taking your seats on the picnic table, routinely, jj took your chicken sandwich, handing you his fries and apple slices, placing a kiss to the side of your head. exactly like a giddy kid would, he ripped over the small packets of ketchup hes gotten, squeezing some onto a sandwich and practically mauling it, earning a look from john b. "what," he said through a mouthful of food, "i was hungry. used up all my brainpower last class."

the rest of lunch passes by easily, you and jj slinking off within the last five minutes for some time away from the pogues. he led the way, his hand intertwined with yours as he led you into the music room, which hed been in for all of one day in freshman year before getting kicked out after supposedly putting paint in most, if not all of the instruments, someting he swore he was innocent about despite him black paint stained fingers behind his back.

he sat on the band risers, pulling you to straddle his lap and immediately captured your lips a slow, warm kiss, one hed practically melted into. "been waiting' for this all day," he breathed against your lips, turning your bodies so you could lay on your back, him now hovering over you. he moved down, placing open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your throat. you tilted your head only slightly, fingers threading into his hair and pushing his head down to come face to face with your tits.

"oh, i missed these too," he muttered, tugging your top down just enough to lean back in and place more open mouthed kisses along the lace of your bra, moving it over to place a small kiss where your skin began to darken already beginning to suck. he moved away to give the same attention to your other tit, leaving a dark, blooming, already slightly purple mark in his wake. after giving you some more attention, the bell rang.

jj sat back on his legs, admiring his work and then glancing up at your, shy and flushed. he smiled, trying to permanently implant this image of you into his brain before tugging your shirt back into place, placing one last kiss to your lips before helping you up and off the risers. he helped you fix your tousled hair, trying his hardest to have you looking exactly how you did when the two of you walked in because, "no horny fuckin' freshman is gonna get to see ya like that except me, baby."

—fifth block: woodshop (90 mins)

woodshop was one of the few classes jj actually excelled in. as of now, hed had a solid B+, which for jj was well above average. one of the parts that had actually helped him the most in this class was that he had it alone. hed know that if he has pope in it, hed be too distracted trying to help him. if john b was in it, he wouldnt get any work done. if either you or kie were in it, hed rather change the class to home ec.

hed more than often get called out of another class to help show the freshman how to handle certain tools or get the transfers nerves out of the way. "alright, first rule—dont be scared. you get scared, ya lose a finger." he laughed as horror masked their features, "im kiddin', not really." weeks later, after they got the basics down and it was time to actully use the tools, hed go from person to person, making sure they were doing things right. "look, grab the saw, dont overthink it. i see the cogs in your brain turnin' too much. if you mess up, jus' keep goin'. you got this, man."

he celebrates when someone does something right. "there you go! remember, we aint here to break shit, you can do that at the end'a the year, were building', thats good." one time, as the two of you were walking down the hallway to class after second block, youd randomly see a freshman run up to him with the biggest smile youd ever seen on one as they handed him the rubic that marked a big red 90. he let go of your hand, bringing the scrawny kid into a side hug and telling him a small congrats.

he had his hands on his hips with a small smile on his face, watching the kids walk away before turning to you, smile faltering. "what?" he narrowed his eyes, taking your hand in his again and kissing the back of it. "nothing," you told him, "'s cute." he rolled his eyes, ignoring your laugh and tugging you along, though the corners of his mouth perked up as he tried not to smile, eventually doing do and dropping his head to hide his smile when you cooed at him for being "too cute."

—sixth block: english (90 mins)

if jj ever had a say in anything, which was rare, english was the worst class in the history of bad classes. worse when it was the last class of the day and he had it with pope of all people. jj sat behind pope in the back of the class, smiling at the memory of the first day of class, where hed convinced pope to sit infront of him, swearing up and down that this teacher wouldnt do a seating chart. jj cackled—actually cackled—when the first thing the teacher said was, "i want you all to write you names down in correspondence with your seat number. these will be your seats for the remainder of the year."

jj pretty much slept the entire class, occasionally pulling out some rolling paper and weed he had deep in his pocket, rolling only when he knew the teacher wasnt looking, barely making an effort to hide it when they turned because he knew the teacher didnt care, for him at least. when his thoughts got the best of him, he seriously thought about focusing.

'i should probably be focusin' right now' hed think, looking up from where he was rolling, glancing around at the rest of the class, who was actually writing down notes. 'nah. what do i even need english for, i speak it. i can spell ambiguous. a-m-b-i-g-e-w-i-s, or is it o... man whatever.' and that was that.

then, the final bell rang. he audibly sighed, stuffing his phone into his pocket and his books into his bag, still methodically wrapping the rolling paper as he followed pope out of the room. he finished wrapping by the time he and pope met up with you, john b, and kiara by the twinkie, tongue swiping the roll one last time before waving it between his fingers and raising his eyebrows at you at the same time. your arms wrapped around his shoulders when he got close enough, "my gift to you, sweet girl." you smiled, clutching a dramatic hand to your chest, smiling as placing a soft peck to his lips, climbing into the twinkie after pope, kiara and john b already settled in the front.

he lit the roll before john b even started the engine, turning away right when pope reached for it. "leave my baby alone, pope," he muttered, flicking the lighter before successfully catching a spark. he sucked in the fumes expertly, throwing his head back against the seat as he held it for a moment, passing it over to you before blowing it out.

a/n: in my recs almost two months... sorry to that anon! (i love u, forgive me)

[malsmind]

file/information —

hacker!matt desperatly has to find a way to hack into

popular!reader's phone again.

file-warnings: stalking, male and female masturbation

you sat in the cramped lecture hall, the faint hum of the projector overhead mixing with the rustle of notebooks and the occasional cough from someone a few rows back. it was a typical tuesday morning at college—intro to programming, a class you only half-paid attention to because the professor’s monotone voice could put anyone to sleep. your phone buzzed on the desk, screen lighting up with a text from a friend about some party this weekend. you smirked, tapping out a quick reply, oblivious to the pair of eyes watching you from across the room.

matt slouched in his seat near the back, his hoodie pulled low over his forehead, hair spilling out in messy strands. he kind of looked like every other guy to be honest. he didn't dress in any 'weird' or 'nerdy' way, but there was something sharper in the way his blue eyes flicked toward you. he wasn’t just some slacker coasting through college. matt was a hacker, the kind who could dismantle a system in his sleep, and he’d been trying to crack into your phone for weeks. not that he hadn't done it before, he's hacked into your phone and other devices multiple times, but recently, your phone’s security was tighter than usual, probably because apple had sent you a warning when matt wasn't careful enough with hacking into it last time. some custom encryption he couldn’t quite unravel, and it was driving him up the wall.

the reason why exactly it was making him go insane was because last night, when he went to touch himself, knowing after a long day and a night out you'd shower, maybe even find relief in touching yourself as well, he was left needy and frustrated when your phone kept kicking him out. no mater what he did, your phone just wouldn't cooperate.

he chewed the inside of his cheek, spinning a pen between his fingers as he watched you scroll through your screen. he’d tried phishing links, brute-forcing your password, even sniffing the campus wifi for vulnerabilities—nothing worked. it was starting to feel personal, like your phone was taunting him. then, last night, hunched over his laptop in the living room of the house he shared with his brothers, the idea hit him: if he couldn’t hack it, he’d break it. get you a new one. slip in a backdoor before you even turned it on. his lips had curled into a grin at the thought, a little twisted but undeniably clever.

now, he just needed an opening. class ended, and you shoved your stuff into your backpack, slinging it over one shoulder as you headed out. matt followed at a distance, hands in his pockets, blending into the crowd of students spilling into the hall. he caught sight of you by the vending machines, fishing coins out of your jeans to grab a soda. perfect. he ambled over and “accidentally” bumped into you just as you turned around. your phone slipped from your hand, clattering to the tile floor with a sickening crack.

“shit, my bad,” matt muttered, crouching down to pick it up before you could. the screen was shattered, spiderwebs of glass radiating from one corner. he held it out to you, his expression all apologetic, but inside, he was buzzing. “damn, that looks rough. still work?”

you took it from him, frowning as you pressed the power button. nothing. just a dead, black screen. “great,” you sighed, “there goes my whole life.”

“m' sorry..” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “i’ve got an extra one back at my place, though. new model, still in the box. you can have it if you want—save you the hassle of dealing with the repair shop.” his tone was offhand, like it was no big deal, but his pulse ticked up a notch waiting for your answer.

you hesitated, eyeing him for a second. you’d seen matt around—quiet guy, always tinkering with something in the lab—but you didn’t really know him. still, a free phone was a free phone. “yeah, okay,” you said finally. “that’d be awesome, thanks.”

he flashed a lopsided grin, leading you across campus to his place. he dug through a drawer, pulling out a sleek, unopened phone box. “here,” he said, tossing it to you. “all yours.”

you caught it, tearing into the packaging while he leaned against the desk, watching. what you didn’t know—what you couldn’t know—was that he’d already cracked it open days ago, slipped in a custom firmware with a remote access trojan buried deep in the system. camera, mic, everything—he’d have it all. you powered it on, the screen glowing to life, and started setting it up, oblivious to the way his fingers twitched slightly, itching to get back to his laptop.

“looks good,” you said, pocketing it. “thanks..”

“nah, don’t worry about it,” he replied, shrugging. “just glad it’s not going to waste.”

you left, and he waited a few minutes before locking the door, rushing up to his room and booting up his rig. the monitor flickered on, lines of code scrolling as he connected to the backdoor he’d planted. your camera feed popped up, grainy at first, then sharpening as you walked into your dorm room across campus. he leaned back in his chair, heart pounding a little harder than he’d admit, watching you toss your bag onto the bed and kick off your shoes. nothing special yet, just you being you, but the thrill was in the control. he could see you whenever he wanted again.

later that night, he couldn’t sleep. the room was dark except for the blue glow of his screen, the hum of his pc fan the only sound. he pulled up the feed again. you were in bed, the soft light of a lamp casting shadows across your walls—posters, a cluttered bookshelf, a half-dead plant in the corner. you’d changed into an oversized t-shirt, hair messy, scrolling through the new phone he’d given you. then, the phone started moving in a way that made him sit up straighter, turning up the volume of his headset. matt saw the expression on your face, hearing the small whimpering noises slipping past your lips, and knew what was going on behind the screen.

he'd been waiting for it all night..

matt’s breath hitched. he shouldn’t—he knew that somewhere in the back of his head—but the line was already blurred, and he was too far gone to care. he unzipped his jeans, hand slipping inside as he watched you shift, the shirt riding up slightly to expose the soft skin of your perfect tits. "shit—" matt hissed, his grip tightened, movements slow at first, eyes locked on the screen. your room smelled like lavender, he imagined from what he'd seen trough your camera so far, from that candle you always burned. he pictured the way you’d gasp if you knew, and just as his thoughts wandered to what your reaction would be if you knew what was going on behind the little screen you held in your hand, you moaned, wet sounds of your fingers working on yourseld echoing. he thought about what those moans would sound like if he was the one pulling them out of you, the thought sending a jolt through him.

the feed stuttered slightly as you picked up your pace, fingering yourself, but matt reloaded the page, keeping you in frame, fresh and in perfect quality. his hand moved faster, rougher, the sound of his breathing filling the silence of his room. "fuuuuck, y/n—"he whimpered pathetically, watching you as you bit your lip, breathing heavily as you tried to hold back your moans, and he groaned low in his throat, imagining the heat between your legs, the wetness clinging to his fingers instead of yours, the slickness he couldn’t see but could guess at. "fuck—fuck—fuck..." matt gasped out, body tensing up as cum hit his knuckles, hot and sticky, as he finished, chest heaving, eyes still glued to you lying there, oblivious, reaching your orgasm in synch to him without even knowing.

he wiped his hand on his shirt, leaned back, and smirked at the screen. “so fuckin' sexy..” he muttered to no one, already thinking about tomorrow, and the day after, and the many more days he'd watch you touch yourself, doing it with you.

@loser41ifee GAVE THE IDEA FOR THIS! (i hope i did a good job cause omg this took me way to long to actually start writing.)

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