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jj-one · 2 months

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A MODERN LOVE STORY.

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

When your tinder date who was supposed to be just a hook up becomes your boyfriend within a week.

pairing: han jisung x f!reader genre/tags: pwp, smut, fluff, jisung is such a gentleman, fingering, oral (m receiving), piv, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), major size kink, slight daddy kink (not surprised), jisung has huge dick, jisung cums on readers face, i think that's it Imk if i missed any o_0 words: 4.5k

**old repost from my deleted blog

Dating apps were never really your thing, you’ve always been an “old fashioned” kind of girl. You’ve secretly dreamt of meeting your lover in a grocery store or bumping into them at a library where you instantly fall in love. Unfortunately, you can’t be delusional forever, your Prince Charming isn’t going to just come knocking for you at your doorstep. Unless…you find someone who can come to your doorstep but through an app, Tinder. You decided to give it a try and see what all the hype was about after your best friend Ryujin raved about all the hot guys she was meeting— and banging.

You often found yourself quite jealous of all the good sex she was getting, she could have anything she wanted all at her fingertips. You were always horny and looking for the next toy to play with but you decided maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to try and find a cute guy to hook up with and relieve some quick stress. You may be old fashioned but you weren’t too uptight to have a hook up once in a while.

You downloaded Tinder for once in your lifetime and wrote in all your info, chose your best photos, and made a silly little bio. Your bio was just ‘looking for a fun time, need someone who can break my back, not my heart’ you know it super lame but most guys like corny shit like that anyway. You swiped for ages and ages, barely giving anyone a right swipe because you were way too picky. They had to be top tier in the visual department even if they were just a one night stand, you’ll always have standards. You were getting tired of swiping and just about to call it a night up until you swiped on the next profile. His name was Han and he only lived 2.5 miles from you.

As you were scrolling through his profile, you couldn’t stop thinking how hot he was, his hair was blonde, and he always wore the same cross necklace in his all photos. You read his profile some more and saw that he has a dog named Bbama and you smiled at how adorable his dog was. You instantly swiped right after seeing the dog pics and you couldn’t believe you matched with him already. Your heart kind of skipped a beat for a second and you closed the app immediately. You didn’t think he’d be so quick to match with you and you wanted to message him but your pride got in the way. You figured he’s way too fine to even message you back, he probably gets floods of messages from girls asking. You decide to play it cool and not say anything, instead you took a screenshot of his profile and sent it to Ryujin.

She texts you back a couple minutes later and says she thinks he’s really hot, you’re glad she approves but you’re not surprised that she wouldn’t. You go through his profile again and see that he has his Instagram linked to his Tinder, you go to his Instagram account and continue your stalking spree. You see a bunch of pics of his dog, food, and mostly outdoorsy stuff. You didn’t figure him to be the wilderness type of guy but he was, he’s been hiking all over different mountains and has photos of him at the very top. You were in awe of how fearless this man was, you were swayed already by how he presented himself.

Your phone buzzes with a new notification.

‘Han sent you a message’ Tinder alerts you of 2 new notifications from him. You open the messages immediately, a huge grin plastered on your face as you read what he said to you.

‘Hi y/n’

‘What’s your favorite food?’

‘I’m taking notes on where I need to take you on our first date’

That was very smooth but also straightforward, you liked him already.

‘Pho, I could eat it everyday’

‘You’re already planning our date? lol’

You sent the messages and texted Ryujin straight away, telling her how much of a success this was already going. She tells you how much she was right all along and how you’ve been missing out this whole time, you just giggle at her shenanigans.

You get another notification from Tinder and it’s from your favorite new guy already.

‘Yes, how could I not? You’re a 10/10’

You smile to yourself when reading at that comment, you never really saw yourself as a perfect 10 but if someone this highly attractive sees you that way then you must be a smokeshow. Han sends you another message,

‘I can pick you up tmrw at 5? Dinner is on me babe so no need to bring a wallet ;)’

You bit your lip at that last sentence, who would’ve known someone this sexy could be your sugar daddy AND fuck buddy? Ok well maybe the sugar daddy part was just a joke. It definitely turned you on knowing that he’s willing to spend his money on you without you feeling guilt about it though.

‘See you at 5 <3’ you reply to him.

The very next day you’re in the car going to your date with Han. The moment you laid eyes on him there was a lustful nature that came out of you. You didn’t even think it could be possible but he looked even better in person, the pictures didn’t do him justice whatsoever. His jawline was insane, it was sharp and looked absolutely perfect from his side profile. His hair was a little messy but in a really cute way, he had a small silver stud in his ear and wore his cross necklace like the one in his photos. You couldn’t believe it was really him in your driveway, he had to be the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. He wore a plain black T-shirt with baggy jeans and converse, he looked effortlessly cool. He was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other was playing with his radio. He was trying to get the Aux cord to work properly but it just wasn’t cooperating with him, he decides to just leave it alone.

“So uh.. anyway is this your first Tinder date?” He asks trying to break the awkward silence.

“Yeah, actually it is,” you tell him “I’m not the hugest fan of dating apps but I decided why not give it a shot.” You say as your shrug your shoulders.

“Ah I see, well you met me so that’s a good sign so far right?” He asks with a goofy grin on his face, you couldn’t help but giggle at his quirkiness.

You talk for a bit more in the car and get to know each other, as you’re getting nearer to the destination he comes to a stop into a parking lot. He gets out of the car first and opens the door for you on your side.

“M’lady,” Han says in a funny voice, taking your hand in his as you get out the car. You’re loving his silly and fun energy so far, it’s definitely bringing your mood up as you had no expectations for how this would go.

The date ended up going extremely well, you both couldn’t stop laughing and cracking jokes together. Everything felt super lighthearted and easygoing with Han, you felt like you could say just about anything with him, feeling like you’ve known him for much longer than a couple of hours. He bought so much expensive meat for the both of you at the restaurant and the pho was fantastic. You’ve never been to this particular restaurant before as it was a bit too out of your price range, you were surprised when he told you he ate here frequently. You wanted to ask him what he does for a living but you don’t want to seem rude. You ate as much as you could and he definitely ate way more than you, lightly making fun at the way you eat. You do eat pretty slow so you aren’t shocked by the way he’s noticing that already.

You like the way Han eats because he stores food in his cheeks like a squirrel, usually that action would give you the ick but with him you find it quite endearing. Once you both finish eating at the restaurant he takes you to a pier where there’s pretty lights near the water. It was a nice day to go out on a walk so he grabbed your hand and led the way down the path. You guys talked so much for hours about any and everything, you talked for so long that you ended up watching the sunset together, then looked at the stars. When you looked down and noticed that you’ve been holding hands with him this whole time, but you didn’t want to point it out to Han incase he’d let go.

You’ve spent a total of only 5 hours with this man but you really do feel as though you’ve known him your whole life. He was so fun to talk to, handsome, and literally the sweetest person ever, it made you question how someone this perfect could even be single. You really couldn’t wait any longer for him to end up in your bed tonight and that’s exactly what you planned to happen. As the night progresses you ask him if he wants to come back to your place for the night. He looks surprised yet obliges and drives back to your apartment. It was pretty late at night and you only had your tiny lamp in the kitchen on, so you couldn’t see much of where you were going. You turn around to face Han who’s been staring you up and down this whole time.

You didn’t even have much time to take off your jacket before Han’s lips were all over yours. His hands roamed all over your body and yours were now tangled in his messy blonde hair. He startles you for a second when he picks you up and lifts you onto the marble kitchen countertop, not breaking the kiss once. He bites down on your lower lip slightly, making you gasp so he can easily slip his tongue in you. His movements were gentle and he kisses you so passionately, one of his hands comes up behind your neck and the other is stroking the apex of your thigh. As you both pull away from kissing, he stops to stare at you for the longest second.

“You are so beautiful y/n,” he says, stroking your hair and tucking some behind your ear, then he kisses your ear and licks it. He continues peppering a few more kisses downwards and to your neck, beginning to suck lightly, causing you to let out a quiet moan. He leaves a couple small hickies around your neck and kisses your lips once again. You tug at his T-shirt and motion for him to take it off, he does as he’s told and removes it from his body. You get a faint look at his chest since it’s a such little bit of light in the kitchen, from what you can see however, he looks perfect. When he comes closer, you can feel his rock solid abs, you know he works out but you weren’t expecting him to be this fit.

You go back to making out for awhile and his hands are now laid on your chest. He cups both of your boobs in his hands and kneads them through your thin shirt, he realizes this isn’t enough for him so he slides his hands underneath your shirt. He ran his fingers against your nipples and starts to pinch them lightly, making you moan directly into his mouth. He groans when you bring your hand lower to his pelvis, trying to locate his belt so you can tell him to take it off. You finally reach something you presume to be leather and you grab it, bringing his body closer to you in the process.

“You want me to take this off huh?” Han asks, pointing to his belt but all you see is his erect dick print through his jeans.

You nod your head profusely, “yes pleasee, right now!”

He grins at you while slowly taking off his belt, throwing it down on the floor and now he’s stroking his cock through his pants. You hear him groan a little bit as you can see him palming himself, wanting to take him in your mouth so bad.

“Let me give you head,” you say almost desperately, you didn’t mean for it to sound so needy but you really wanted— no needed his cock.

“Okay,” he says smiling back at you, “sounds great to me.”

You get up from the kitchen counter and now position yourself on the floor, on your knees. You never pictured yourself to be the one sucking a random guy off Tinder’s dick but hey, things just so happen to turn out that way. You unzip Han’s pants and gently pull them down, he was wearing pink supreme boxers and you expected nothing less from him. You pull down his boxers too and his erect cock springs up out of them like a slinky. Eyes growing wide in awe as you couldn’t wait for his giant, thick cock to go into your mouth. You start to stroke his length and realize that one hand won’t be enough to do the job, you have to use two to get a good firm grasp around it and even then it’s still a few inches off.

You contemplate how you’re even going to fit all of him into your mouth but you think of the consequences later. You continue pumping his cock with your hands and he moans lowly under his breath. You lick the tip of his cock and he winces a little, that must be his sensitive spot. You suck on the tip and guide your mouth to slowly take in more of his cock, keeping a suction-tight grip on him as you keep lowering your head. You get to a point where you start to physically choke and gag on his cock, your saliva was getting everywhere now, all over your chin, your chest, his cock, and some even spilled on the floor. You know you have to be a good girl and take all of him but you never had someone this big before.

“You have such a nice dick,” you blurt out while taking a break, wanting to please him more than anything.

“Thank you baby,” Han smiles down at you while you bring his cock back into your mouth, this time breathing through your nose you have a better chance at taking him all. You were successful and managed to get most of it inside your mouth, maybe just a couple centimeters off. You kept at it, sucking his cock like your life literally depended on it, shooting your head back and forth making you feel dizzy.

“Mmm yeah… that’s it baby… just like that-” Han moans out for you with his eyes closed shut and head thrown back, you’re making him feel so good right now.

“I think I’m gonna cum y/n…”

You continue what you’ve been doing for the past 15 minutes or so, sucking his cock at an even faster rate. You look up at him and give him a sultry look with your eyes, you need to feel his cum all over you.

“Please cum on my face daddy,” you tell him, you used to let your ex cum on your face all the time and you were craving for that kind of thing at the moment. You keep deepthroating him and making gagging noises in the process, wanting him to know just how hard you’re working for his cum. He lets out a long moan and keeps saying he’s about to cum, you tap his dick on your tongue so you can get a taste of his load shooting out and then… you suddenly go blind. Han’s load comes out so fast that it got everywhere, causing some of it to get into your eye. You couldn’t see for a bit and rubbed your eye, feeling a thick, sticky substance on your left cheek. Han’s cum was now painted all over your face, some even got on your shoulder and landed on the floor. You smiled at how much cum you caused to come out his dick, feeling awfully proud of yourself.

You get up from your knees and start kissing again, he brings you back to the counter you were originally sitting on and he toys with the waistband of your skirt. He pulls your skirt down and begins rubbing your pussy through your underwear, dragging his fingers along your slit and teasing you. You whimper as you buck your hips up, wanting to feel his fingers on your clit. He finally moves your panties to the side and starts rubbing his middle finger against your swollen clit.

“Damn, you’re wet as fuck…” he says, looking at your glistening, wet pussy. He circles your clit and spits on it, mixing your juices with his saliva. He then dips his finger inside your hole, you let out a moan as he starts pushing his finger in and out. The sound of his fingers going in your wet pussy sound so dirty yet so blissful. He kisses you as he keeps fingering you, spreading you open with another finger. You’re such a moaning mess and it’s all thanks to Han’s wonderful fingers. You were arching your back at the sensation you were feeling, his thumb is now rubbing your clit while two of his fingers are still inside. You wanted his cock so badly, but you were going to have to ask nicely for it.

“I need you…” you whine to Han, you don’t know why you were too shy to say what you needed the most though.

“Need what baby?” He asks with his fingers still deep inside your sopping cunt, you were aching for something bigger and it’s making you go crazy.

“Your cock… need your cock, please!” You practically beg at this point for it. Han’s smile grew wider as he saw how needy you were already acting for him.

“As you wish pretty girl,” he says, taking his fingers out and licking the juices off of them one by one. He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it along your folds, he feels how soaking wet you are and it’s already enough to make him want to burst. He doesn’t think he’s a fast cummer (is that a word?) but for you, he’d nut instantly. He slides his thick, long cock into your little pussy, making you audibly gasp in pain and pleasure.

The size of him is enough to make you want to never be able to walk again, but you think once he’s done with you he’ll be leaving you permanently bed ridden.

“Just relax baby, you can take it all trust me..” Han assures you as he continues to slide his length inside, your wetness mixed with the sounds of his dick makes for the perfect porn audio. Your legs were spreading wide open and rested on his shoulders, he was taking nice and slow strokes at first. He wants you to become more adjusted to his size, he’s finally able to get all of himself in. You look down at your stomach to see a giant bulge, his cock was so big that he practically took up half of your torso.

“Ready baby?” Han whispers in your ear, asking for the okay to start thrusting deeper into you. You nod as you were finally getting used to him, he goes a little faster and starts to build a steady pace. His cock is hitting the back of your walls nicely and you feel every inch of him inside you. The cross necklace he was still wearing dangled over you, which was pretty ironic for the sinful act you two were committing at the moment. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he moves deeper into you, stretching you out like the little whore you are. You feel yourself growing wetter with each thrust and he’s grabbing your waist tightly with both hands.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good… my god..” Han says moaning, his eyes are closed again as he keeps fucking your tight pussy. You took his cock so well, you were so proud of yourself.

“Your cock feels amazing daddy,” you whimper out to him as you continue moaning his name, feeling like you’re about to cum already. Han’s breath becomes more irregular and his strokes are getting messier, you can tell he’s reaching his climax as well.

“Let’s cum together.” Han coaxes, holding your hand while fucking into you, his cock fits all the way inside without hurting you now and all you feel is immense pleasure. You nod your head in agreement with him and focus on reaching your high. A wave of ecstasy washes over you as Han hits a certain spot in you, his dick is so big that it can reach little places you never felt before, it’s an incredible feeling. Your head swings back as you feel your orgasm approaching, you let out a few curse words and catch your breath. Han feels his release coming too and quickly pulls out, he pumps his cock for a little bit with his right hand and watches his load shoot out onto your stomach. He lets out an erotic groan as he finishes off his last bit of cum and strokes his cock a little more.

“Fuck that was the best sex I’ve ever had..” Han says while panting, grabbing your face to pull into you a breathless kiss.

“Yeah, that was definitely amazing,” you respond after pulling away, smiling at his first impressions of you.

It was now midnight and you were both exhausted, you two were too fucked out to do anything else and Han was way too tired to head home that night. You didn’t mind Han staying over at your place, to be honest, it felt pretty normal. As you both got into bed he gave you tons of forehead kisses and cradled you to sleep, his embrace felt safe and protecting. You never wanted to leave his presence and neither did he.

It was the early hours of the morning and the sun is beaming on your face through the sheer white curtains. You wake up to a familiar smell coming from your kitchen, it was the smell of eggs and pancakes cooking. You put on some clothes quickly to head to your kitchen, you see Han in nothing but his underwear cooking you breakfast. You looked at the clock and saw that it was only 7:04 am, how is he already awake at this time of the morning? You make your way on over to him and give him a chaste kiss, telling him good morning. He finishes up cooking and grabs some plates for the both of you. You couldn’t believe your eyes right now, your Tinder date that you just hooked up with last night is now cooking you breakfast. You want to feel like you’re living in a dream but the more you keep blinking the more real this situation feels.

“Ready to eat babe?” Han asks, handing you a plate full of food. You nod, still trying to process everything that’s going on but you don’t want to keep questioning it. You sit at the table with Han and eat your food. You both talk as though everything is normal, still making little jokes with each other like yesterday’s date. The food he made was pretty good and you were wondering what other hidden skills he may have been hiding. You’re now questioning what could be wrong with him since he’s so perfect, why hasn’t someone like him not been snatched up yet? As you finish eating you head back upstairs, Han follows you.

“What’re you doing?” You ask him, turning around to face him in confusion.

“Im just following where you’re going,” he admits sheepishly.

“But why?” You genuinely want to know why he’s considered still being here and isn’t fleeing after finally getting what he wanted.

“I want to stay here for a while,” he says while looking away at something else, he was a bit shy to ask if he could stay over for another day.

“For how long?” You ask, wondering if he’s serious about his infatuation with you.

“I- I don’t know, can I just stay for one more night? Please y/n?” He holds your hand, gently caressing and rubbing it.

You feel conflicted, on one hand you want someone you can feel connected to on a deeper level but the other hand is making you want to keep this relationship as no strings attached. You sigh as you see the glint in his eyes, his eyes were all it took for you to give into him.

“Okay” you say, he smiles as he hears your swift response. He presses a soft kiss against your lips and lets you lead the way back to your room.

Four days have passed and Han is still staying in your apartment with you. You decided you didn’t actually hate his company and that it was just the fear of commitment that made you reluctant. Han was different though, he brought a side out of you that no one else has. He brings you flowers, makes you laugh until your stomach hurts, listens to your problems/needs/wants/desires, shuts up when he’s supposed to, and does anything you say at the drop of a hat.

He’s the perfect guy for you and you met him on something you wouldn’t have tried if it wasn’t for your best friend. You’re still in shock by how you and Han are basically in a relationship now, I mean who stays at someone’s house for almost a week if they weren’t falling in love? You should be happy yet you’re nervous, you’re nervous about telling Ryujin, what if she thinks you’re moving too fast? You didn’t tell anyone about this “relationship” yet since you’ve never rushed into things this quickly with someone.

Han was a great person and you knew that with every fiber of your being, you just didn’t know if others would see that through just a few days of talking. You know you’re going to have to do it at some point since you’re actually thinking about getting serious with him. Han has been nothing more than amazing to you and if everyone else doesn’t see that then they’re crazy, you can’t convince everyone to like him but you start to feel as though it won’t be an issue for him. You think he’ll fit in just fine with everyone in due time ♡

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chososdiscordkitten · 5 months

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Obsessive!Choso♡ pt3

pt 2 here content: Choso refers to reader as his gf- other than that no use of pronouns. mention of reader wearing lipstick, obsessive crush to stalker arc :>

(a.n) this is slowly becoming a fic and I don't hate it. I felt lack of inspo last night and did a deep dive into what stalkers do- the red flags before they start the actual stalking lol

taglist: @flam3bird

Obsessive!Choso who almost felt his heart burst when he saw you wave hi at him when you walked into class. Smile on your lips as you walk down to your seat. Hearing your friend speak a little louder than a whisper while taking a practice test, seeing you look back at him and make a face almost asking him, ‘can you believe what she's saying?’ before turning around again, watching your friend lean in close to you and keep pestering you. His eyes watching you turn your phone on under your desk, ‘During a test? What are you thinking-’ he thought, mentally scolding you.

Obsessive!Choso who almost died when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, pulling it out and seeing that you had texted him. ‘can u hear her from all the way over there ?’ reading it and hearing your voice. The realization of, ‘you were thinking of me?’ making him slouch in his seat, feeling his heavily pieced ears start to warm. Staring at your text, looking down at you, noticing you had the conversation still open. ‘Are you waiting for me?’ he asked you in his mind. Quickly screenshotting the notification before opening it, ‘yeah, i can.’ he typed, sending it and seeing you turn your head and smile at him. Seeing you look down at your phone, his heart beating quickly when he saw the typing bubble show up. ‘she keeps asking me what the answers are’, smiling when he saw that your auto capitalization was off, another thing you two had in common. ‘is this not a practice test?’ he typed, thinking how crazy it is that he was talking to you. To you! Person of his dreams, everything he wanted in a partner. You. The person who always greets him with a warm smile, who's always nice to him.

Obsessive!Choso whose heart skipped a beat when he saw you move your shoulders, indicating that you were trying not to laugh. ‘I make you laugh?’ looking down at his phone and seeing you had texted again. ‘dont think she knows that’ you replied, putting your phone away and getting back to the paper in front of you. Making sure to remember to ask you why you're friends with someone like that. ‘You're not the same kind of person- or even on the same level mentally. So why would you be friends with someone who does nothing but bother you?’ Thinking he knew everything about your friendship with this person.

Obsessive!Choso who went to the campus coffee shop, in hopes that maybe you'd be there. Knowing from your instagram stories that you usually came to pick up a coffee after one of your classes. Only this time you weren't here. Pulling out his trifold wallet before paying, looking to see he didn't have any cash, trying to find his card. “Pretty girlfriend.” the cashier said, breaking the awkward silence while looking at the photo of you in his wallet. “Sorry?” he asked, looking at them when he found the piece of plastic. “Your girlfriend-” they continued, eyes pointing at the picture. The sentence made him flustered, not paying attention that some people notice small things like that. Smile on his face as he mumbled a quiet ‘I know.’ before tapping his card onto the screen.

Obsessive!Choso kept those few words in his mind whenever he caught a glimpse of his wallpaper. ‘My girlfriend.’ he'd think, smile on his lips when he would refer to you as that.

Obsessive!Choso saw a picture of your laptop and a notebook next to it in your story. Knowing you were home, knowing that you were waiting for him to text you, you had to be right? Opening the google doc on his computer, seeing that you were on it as well. A few minutes of him watching your cursor type a sentence and delete it. Before seeing a message from the upper right corner of his screen. A message from you, ‘Hey, I know it's late. But I hit a wall with this stupid project- could I call you?’ he read, eyes widening at how right he was. Clearing his throat at how forward you were being. Call? As in on the phone with you?

Obsessive!Choso who almost choked when he heard your voice on the phone. Pressing the phone closely to his ear, closing his eyes with a smile when he heard you say- “Heyyyy”, not being able to find the words to say to you. A small ‘hi’ leaving his throat. Hearing you let out a small giggle before hearing you place your phone down. “So i'm on the doc- and I saw you were on it too-” you started, Choso pictured you. Sitting in front of your laptop, smile on your face while speaking. He could tell by just your voice that you were smiling, smiling while talking to him.

Obsessive!Choso who desperately wanted to record the conversation- well, more like record your voice. He wasn't the one speaking a whole lot. You had gotten used to filling the silences he left in the air, being able to tell that he wasn't much of a talker. But little did you know that he was thinking longer replies, but only thinking them. Smiling when he’d hear you ask a question. You started reading aloud what you had written- making sure it sounded right. Choso accidentally let out a low ‘Mhm’ while hearing you read, closing his eyes in regret when he heard you stop. “You sound so different on the phone-” you started, almost a whisper. He exhaled quietly in relief when he heard your fingers start to press onto the keys of your computer. The call didn't last longer than 20 minutes, you just wanted to ask him his opinion on if what you had so far sounded smart or not. But in his mind, the only real reason you called was to speak to him- to hear him.

Obsessive!Choso who felt like he could die when you told him ‘thank you’ for his help. But when you mumbled a tired, “Goodnight Choso-” before you hung up, made his cheeks flush and his heart pound in his chest. The first time you had ever said his name. Immediate regret filling his gut when he remembered he didn't record it. But he would always remember it, always keep it close to his heart in memory.

Obsessive!Choso was walking to the campus coffee shop after class. Seeing you speaking to some guy- probably one of the so called friends you choose to surround yourself with. Slowing his pace when he saw you slowly backing away from him- and nodding no at him. Seeing this guy, reach for your arm, speaking over you as he stepped closer. Even from a distance he could see your face look uncomfortable. At that moment, Choso didn't know what came over him. He walked over- more like storming over. His face full of anger, slapping a sweet smile onto it when he saw you look over at him. “I was just about to go find you.” Making sure to keep a sweet tinge in his tone when he spoke to you. Smile of relief on your face when you saw him. Dark eyeshadow and combat boots almost making you feel safe. A quiet ‘hey’ trailed from your lips, feeling the stranger's hand fall from your arm, taking a step back. “Me too, I wanted to bring up-” you started. Rambling about what the professor had taught today, noticing the guy back off before walking away. Seeing you exhale before looking at his face. “Thank you.” you whispered, looking down at your shoes. “A friend?” he asked, his tone deeper than before. Using the same tone he spoke to you while on the phone. “Absolutely not-” you smiled, looking back up at him. “Just some guy from my public speaking class. He's been bothering me since the first day.” You laughed, seeing him crack a small smile, his hands fidgeting with his rings. “Are you busy? I was just about to go grab a coffee-” you started, looking away from him in the direction of the same coffee shop he was going to.

Obsessive!Choso who thought; ‘Aren't you forward. Trying to spend more time with me?’ as he nodded no, “I'm not.” he replied, his hands in his pockets.

Obsessive!Choso who was convinced you were starting to feel the same way he did, even if it was only a week since they paired you together. I mean, who would ask someone if they wanted to have coffee with you? “Sorry if you had plans- or whatever.” you started, walking slowly next to him. “I didn't.” he mumbled, hearing his boots drag onto the concrete. “The least I could do is buy you a coffee!” you exclaimed, ‘No need to thank me- who else but me will protect you from all the horrible men in the world?’ Choso thought, looking over to see you, remembering all the people who have been broken by men who didn't love them. Knowing that you would never have to worry about those silly things with him.

Obsessive!Choso who purposefully switched the two coffees you had paid for- in hopes he'd be able to share an indirect kiss with you. Knowing if he tried to pay, you'd see the picture of yourself he had in his wallet. Sitting down at one of the round tables, heavily ringed hands around the cup as he looked at you pick up his coffee. Making a face when the sour taste hits your tongue. “I think they switched our cups-” You smiled, pushing his cup towards him. Seeing him mutter a feigned ‘Oh’ as he gave you the correct cup. His eyes focused on the light print of lipstick you had left on the black lid. “I could get you a new one- I know some people are huge germaphobes.” You smiled, taking a sip from your cup to wash the bitter taste from your mouth. “There are worse things in the world than sharing a drink with someone.” He murmured, slouching in his seat, seeing you give him a sweet smile in return.

Obsessive!Choso who took one sip of his coffee, only to assure you that it was okay that you had drank from it. Who felt his knee start to bounce with anticipation when he felt the satiny feeling of your lipstick on his bottom lip. Hearing words falling from your mouth, but not listening to them. Thoughts of how technically that was your first kiss with him. Seeing your phone light up on the table, hearing you sigh loudly. And it continued to light up- repeatedly. “Jesus- this girl doesn’t know how to take a hint.” You exhaled, picking up your phone and typing something. ‘Must be the girl from class.’ he thought.

Obsessive!Choso whose lips moved before his brain could process what he was saying. “The girl from class?” he asked, seeing you look up at him and smile. “Yeah- she keeps trying to come over to my house for a sleepover.” You placed your phone down, “That girl is the epitome of peaked in highschool.” You mumbled, Choso finally found an opportunity to ask you. “Why are you friends with her?” he questioned, seeing you inhale at his words. “I chose this college to get away from all the bullies and all the pretentious people who would live the same boring suburban lives.” You started, “And to become myself- to find myself.” You mumbled, looking away from him. “Imagine my disappointment when I got here and it was full of superficial delta chi’s-” You laughed, seeing him return a smile to you. Humming in response to your words. “I was never good with confrontation- The idea makes me anxious and uneasy.” seeing him look at you with his head in his hand. Eyes half lidded while listening to you. His pointer finger tracing doodles onto the table. Liking the way you opened up to him, letting him get to know you. Being able to hear your unfiltered thoughts, not the bullshit you over thought before you posted on your story.

Obsessive!Choso who paid close attention to what you were saying, hanging onto every word that fell from your lips. Feeling yourself cringe at how you just aired out your business to someone who was practically a stranger, not knowing why it was so easy to speak to him. Somehow never sensing any judgment or lack of interest in what you said. Feeling a wave of relief whenever you were able to speak to him- a real person who didn't care about people's opinions. “Honestly I don't know why I'm still friends with her- I've tried to sit in other seats, hoping she wouldn't sit next to me in that class anymore.” You spoke, finally answering his question. ‘I know. I watched you every time you moved seats.’ Choso replied to your words mentally. “I think the reason I'm failing that class- is that I can't focus on what is being taught because she's in my ear the entire time.” You smiled, easing up on the heavy topic. ‘Aha. I knew you were failing- just like me.’

Obsessive!Choso wanted to suggest that you to sit next to him, knowing your childish friend won't follow you if you did. “Failing?” he asked, eyes scanning your features. “Yeah, I was hoping this-” You sighed, “stupid project would help my grade at least a little.” Closing your eyes and leaning back into your chair. ‘Ask me. Ask me and I'm yours. Ask me to help you.’ he thought, fighting off his excitement when you looked at him. Lightbulb practically popped up above your head, “You're doing good in class, aren't you?” you asked, smile on your lips as he nodded yes without thinking. “I know that we were only paired for this assignment- but would you be ok with helping me study?” You smiled, eyes so bright he swore he could see the universe in them. “Of course.” He smiled, seeing you exhale and look down at the table with a smile.

Obsessive!Choso who almost let out a small giggle when he saw your face flush. ‘Are you- blushing?’ he asked himself. The question you asked him didn't make him nervous. He understood most of what was being taught, but he didn't have the energy to physically write the essays, and besides- Choso preferred spending his free time thinking of you. Not of the stupid course work that he didn't need for real life. Trying to get to know you better through your social media. Dissecting every single photo you posted. Zooming into the background of your bedroom, seeing if he could find anything worth researching. A band poster, a shirt on the floor, a stranded bottle of nail polish he could buy so he would match with you- anything that would let him see you. The real you- not the person that you pretended to be with the fake friends you had. The person he saw a flicker of that day at the cafe. The person you came to this college to become.

pt 4 here

(PLS LET ME KNOW IF U WANNA BE TAGGED IN THE NEXT PART PLSSSS) omg thank god I posted this. I am alr writing pt 4 I don't CARE. this is my new passion, wrote this while listening to 'Such Small Hands- La Dispute' Choso thinks this is all fun and games, what happens when he sees I am crazier than he is ?

#jjk #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso my beloved #choso x reader #jujutsu kaisen choso #college au #non curse au #emo choso #sfw jjk

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christinarowie332 · 7 months

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i win.

part 2 of : “i’d be an idiot if i said no to that”

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings : vv suggestive ! drugs , swearing .

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matt and y/n spend some quality time with his brothers . who would break first ?

(this is kinda slow so hear me out)

green text : imessage

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my phone lights up vibrating from underneath my pillow . i peel my eyes away from “the vampire diaries” playing from my tv and notice the time displayed on my phone. 12:36am . jesus christ .

my eyes scan my notifications as my face id opens my phone . instagram, my group chat “whores.” (56). oops . snapchat , pinterest… oh ?

matt🤭: u up ?

(AHSHHSHDWHHENEHHEHSH)

my body shoots up from where i was lay . i frantically tuck my hair behind my ears with my free hand not holding my phone . i open the message , thumbs hovering over the keyboard ready to type before i hesitate. realising i have no idea what to say .

me: yeah i’m up ! what’s up ?

i type . then delete it .

me: hiyaaaa , yeah i’m up wanna do something??? x

nope

me: yeah i’m up . whyyy wanna hang??

good enough idc

i press send with shaking fingers , allmost immediately he replies back .

matt 🤭: you know me so well , i’ll come pick u up .

me: no bother , i’ll come over . send me ur loc

matt 🤭: i’m at mine with chris and nick , we can all hang if u want?

*matt 🤭 shared his location with you*

me: oki! shall i bring anything??

matt 🤭: just yourself and whatever u need in the morning

me: i’m staying ??😏😏😏😏

matt 🤭: 😏😏😏😏

me: OMW!!!!!

matt 🤭: LMAO OK

i smile at the message and take a screenshot immediately sending it to my groupchat giggling , throwing to the middle of my bed and getting up .

after a few touch ups to my makeup i’ve left to marinate on my face a little bit too long .i change outfit into a pair of baggy light blue jeans , that fall on my hips , uggs and a tight fitted white baby tee . i throw on a hoodie that matches my uggs before realizing it’s literally boiling and ripping it off .i grab my phone and my bag , filling it with the essentials and start to exit my house .

in what feels like 30 seconds i’m pulling into what should be matt’s house . i turn my car off and look at my self in the mirror , obsessing over every little detail until deciding i look good enough .

me: i’m here !!

me: hello ??

me: matt are u home ??

after five minutes of waiting outside the door i decide to just knock it . my heart literally racing enough to hear it in my ears . after a few seconds of waiting i hear the door unlock and the handle go down .

his face drops at the sight of me and turns his head away but not taking his eyes off me , his blonde hair falling against his eyes before he swipes it away .

“MATT ??CHRIS???”

he smiles kindly and i return it . awkward .

after a few excruciatingly painful seconds i see a familiar face poke around the corner, his long and messy hair tucked into a backwards hat . it takes him a second to realize it’s me and his face lights up as he walks towards the door .

“y/n ? yo what are u doing here ? nick bro what are u doing??” he furrows his eyebrows at his brother before opening his arms towards me .

“nice to see you too chris” i roll my eyes and meet his hug .

“OH SHIT MB YOUR y/n ?!?! COME IN FUCK SORRY!!” nick rambles out grabbing me around my back and pulling me in the house .

i take the sight on his house in , the shoes shoved thrown into the corner near the stairs. it smells like autumn, a warm candle burning somewhere. i can hear music coming from what must be the room above . smiling at the familiar beat of mac miller .

“where’s matt? SORRY !!nice to meet you nick!!” i say while smiling , and turning to nick realising i haven’t even greeted the first brother

he laughs and goes to speak before we all turn around and the sight of matt speeding around the corner and skidding to a stop .

“SORRY IVE ONLY JUST SAW YOUR TEXTS” he defends himself before i can even mention it . i smile kindly and relax my shoulders at the sight of him . his hair has been cut , brunette falling onto his forehead in loose curls. the phone he had in his hand tucked in his oversized sweats .lifting his top slightly to find the pocket , showing the band of his boxers for a split second .

“you’re fine , don’t worry” i say , before letting out a breath i didn’t even know i was holding .

matt keeps the eye contact smiling slightly before turning his head towards his brothers and looking at them . “do y’all wanna smoke up?”

“allways” chris replies for both of them before leading us all to their small balcony .

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it’s 2 am now , we all shared a joint around their table . chris let matt play his playlist (for once apparently) and we’re now all sat talking .

i’m sat on a bench with matt shoulder to shoulder , a blanket covering us both as the temperature dropped and we were all shivering by the time the joint was smoked .

“i don’t get it nick !! women are just confusing man…..” chris whines out , he has been talking about his girlfriend mia all night and and to be honest i stopped listening ten minutes ago . “no offense y/n/n” he says now looking at me .

i peel my eyes away from matt’s hand on my knee and meet his eyes “all good man i get it…” i don’t get it . i was completely zoned into matt’s hands , and how close he was to me that i wasn’t listening to a word chris was saying .

matt notices and puts his hands under the blanket , pulling it up to his shoulders .

“u wanna go inside matt???” i ask in concern , thinking he was cold .

“no i just got a chill , i’m fine” he says looking at me now with a tight lipped smile .

i mirror his smile and look away at chris who was waiting for us to shut up so he could carry on his rambling. he starts speaking and i keep eye contact with him , now fully listening to his words.

“as i was saying …. i just don’t get it ? taylor swift is mid as fuck , i tell mia that and she literally looks at me like i just murdered a litter of puppies , SHE HATES MY MUSIC TASTE??? i literally tried-“

and just like that i am now no longer listening to chris , as i feel matt’s hand on my knee again underneath the blanket . he strokes it slightly with his thumb and runs it up my thigh , covering it with goosebumps following his touch .

my breath hitches as he takes his hand higher , to rest on my upper thigh. leaving it there and warming it with his touch.

i glance up at him in warning but all i see is him looking straight forward at chris , smirking. little shit .

he must see my face flush in the corner of his eye because he moves his hand ever so slightly higher , his index and middle finger hovering over the seam of my jeans .

my hips move forward slightly and the touch and i gulp loudly , nodding my head at nick who’s now started speaking to me .

“what music do you listen to y/n . if u say some goofy shit like the imagine dragons i may have to throw you off this balcony” he asks me while laughing at himself .

matt apparently thinks it would be absolutely hilarious to start teasing me underneath the blanket , moving his fingers up and down the seam .

“i-um” i clear my throat trying to stay collected “i like all music really …. mac miller …” matt stops moving .

i turn my head towards him to see him smiling at me and nodding for me to carry on .

“ugh let me think” i drag my words as i move my hand on his inner thigh now i feel him flinch at the touch and go to move his hand off my thigh to stop me but i flash my head towards him and raise my eyebrow in warning .

my turn .

i mirror his actions before and take my hand higher . “i like anything really ….. mac ..torylanez…” i move my hand . he shifts .

“skies ….travis….hotel ugly….” i move my hand again over his sweats . he shifts and let’s put a huff of air .

“brent faiyaz…..dominic fike”

i move my hand again and he lets out a soft allmost silent noise . a whimper , only i hear it and i smirk .

“i like anything” i look at matt now , giving him an innocent look and shrugging my shoulders.

i remove my hand as i could feel him slowly becoming harder . and place my hand on his lower thigh , griping hard . saying exactly what i needed to.

“that’s fire as fuck…what’s ur fave skies song?” i hear chris say and i turn my head towards him .

i smirk knowing i won before continuing my conversation with chris , feeling matt sink into his seat more and putting his arm around me . manspreading and putting his palm over his crotch.

i win .

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i am a vile and wretched woman .

LOVE YA !!!!

@mangosrar @sturnphilia @littlebookworm803 @lividnity @def-livv @daddyslilchickenfingers @sssturniolofart @soursturniolo @deatthmatch @biimpanicking @bluesturniolo333 @urmyslxt

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i love u all 🤍🤍🤍

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #milkie is down bad #matt sturniolo edit #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagines #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo oneshot #chris sturniolo x you

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Finally decided to make some Ace Attorney textposts of my own!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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[ID: a series of nine textpost screenshots with character sprites from Ace Attorney to the right of them

First pic: a tumblr screenshot that says "You're unable to [pleading face emoji] out of the one whore." Next to it is a picture of Blackquill glaring and an opaque picture of Bobby Fulbright/The Phantom’s sprite making a similar expression to the emoji. The first comment replying to it says “can’t tell if this is meant to be sexual but i immediately imagined the irs saying this to me” with a sprite of Phineas Filch smiling next to it. The comment after that says “i’d love to study you”. Next to it is Athena Cykes’ sprite making a displeased face and sweating. End of first pic ID.

Second pic: a tumblr screenshot that says “of course, the best part of any character’s corruption arc is their cool new outfit” next to a sprite of Apollo Justice in Dual Destinies with bandages over his eye and arms and a blue jacket over his shoulders. His arms are crossed and he looks upset. End of second pic ID.

Third pic: a screenshot of a twitter post in dark mode. The tweet says “trust me i know everything i just can’t form a coherent sentence” with a picture of Sebastian Debeste with his arms out looking smug. End of third pic ID.

Fourth pic: a screenshot of a tumblr post saying “Best type of character causes at least 50% of their own problems and then cries about it” with a picture of Ron Delite looking with his hands tucked against his chest, looking like he’s about to cry. End of fourth pic ID.

Fifth pic: a tumblr screenshot that says “I’ve figured it out” in all caps. Then continues in lowercase: “my all time favorite character archetype is: guy who goes ‘i am the smartest boy. in the whole entire world’ and then immediately eats shit and dies”. Next to it is a picture of Miles Edgeworth with his hands out, looking smug, along with a smaller sprite of him from Investigations laying face down on the ground. End of fifth pic ID.

Sixth pic: tumblr screenshot that says “bitches say they’re fine and then scream the “I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all” in bohemian rhapsody louder than everyone else. Next to it is one of Apollo Justice’s sprites from Dual Destinies wearing bandages over his eye and arms with a blue jacket over his shoulders. His arms are crossed and he is looking at the camera with a determined expression. End of sixth pic ID.

Seventh pic: a tumblr screenshot saying “Guy at the bar keeps trying to pick a fight with you and when you turn him down and say you don’t want to take it outside he busts out the biggest, saddest, most shining puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. Next to it is two of Wocky Kitaki’s sprites. The first one is of him leaning forward with his elbows out and hands behind his back, looking intimidating. The second sprite is of him standing up straight and looking sad. His irises are noticeably bigger from the first sprite. End of seventh pic ID.

Eighth pic: a cropped instagram screenshot of a ceiling with text that says “just a heads up if I act dumb i’m joking. i’m 100% smart and know literally everything”. Underneath the text is a sprite of Sebastian Debest with his arms out looking smug. End of eight pic ID.

Ninth pic: a cropped screenshot of a tiktok video with text in the center. Behind the text is the top of someone’s head with a house, a bush, and a tree in the background. The text says “if y’all ever need me, just know i’m only about 5 missed calls & 3 text messages away” with two heart emojis before continuing to say “i’ll always be there”. Next to it is Phoenix Wright’s 3D sprite smiling at the camera with a hand on his hip. End of ID]

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tillthelandslide · 9 months

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Insufferable Arsehole (When In Rome) Part 10 - Step Into Your Skin Instagram AU

A/n: hello everyone, I'm back with another insta au, I've changed the format up a little bit and added some colours, think it makes it easier to read but let me know what you think...

If you haven't read this series so far, here are the links, any support would be greatly appreciated, I truly do love you guys so much.

Taglist: @scooby-doodoo @thereisaplaceintheheart @theoriginalwhatsername (if you want to be added please just drop me a message 🫶🏼)

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thisislou:

thisislou well then... 😍

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trumanblack don't feel like tagging me love?

↳ thisislou dont want you getting any more attention, you're mine ❤️

↳ trumanblack that I am ❤️

bedforddanes75 I miss you both

↳ thisislou miss you more

rass1975 Rome looks good on him

↳ thisislou that it does 🫠

thisislou:

thisislou I'd stay with you here forever, you with those dark eyes and darker hair, the epitome of beauty, you put Adonis to shame, with the way you paint my brain, with everything that is you, you with those dark eyes and darker hair. The epitome of beauty.

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trumanblack I love this

trumanblack I love you

↳ thisislou I love you more Healy ❤️

bedforddanes75 that's pretty

↳ thisislou thank you bestie 🫶🏼

charli_xcx hot... Wish you'd write these things about me

↳thisislou are you flirting with me Charlotte?!

↳ charli_xcx I will if you keep using my full name

rass1975 this is cute

↳ thisislou we miss you 😔

thisislou:

thisislou breaking news ‼️ I'm never leaving Italy.... Let's just stay here forever @trumanblack

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trumanblack okay ❤️

bedforddanes75 umm no?

↳ thisislou you and @charli_xcx are here all the time anyway

↳ charli_xcx @thisislou still mad that you stole our wedding destination

↳ thisislou omg stop we didn't get married!

rass1975 na please don't, please come back, I happen to like you... And he's alright I guess

75fan love the way Mattys just straight up like sure

thisislou:

thisislou Rome on film @trumanblack

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trumanblack happiest with you ❤️

↳ thisislou adore you ❤️

mynamesmia okay... Cute

charli_xcx you're glowing... So happy for you

carly.rh love this ❤️

mattyloustan why would I not be surprised if they just went to Rome to elope?

↳ the1975updates omg don't bc Matty got her initial tattooed on his ring finger and Charli keeps dropping hints

↳ mattyloustan HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?!

↳ the1975updates she posted a picture on her story of them and you could see it 🥹 I posted a screenshot of it on my page

the1975updates:

the1975updates THIS!!!

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📍the1975updates Lou liked the post guys brb just crying 😭🫶🏼

↳ thisislou @the1975updates you're the sweetest... I can promise you all we didn't get married though

75fan omg I swear to God they could not get any cuter

loufanpage he's so whipped it's adorable

ilovemattyxlou I can't deal 😭

fan1 on his ringer finger too?! that man wants to make a wife out of her

fan3 "All of those dreams where you're my wife"

↳ the1975updates now that's just unfair

fan4 I swear they've gotten married... I just know it. And in Italy too? Fucking cute

↳ fan3 check Lou's comment bb

trumanblack:

trumanblack I love you with all my heart

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thisislou I love you so much

bedforddanes75 my best friends

rass1975 okay but... I just got a bit emotional looking at this.... I'm so fucking happy for you

1975adam so proud

charli_xcx can't deal 😭🫶🏼

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thisislou see sometimes I look like the type of girl you'd take home to your mum... 📸 @trumanblack

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trumanblack my pretty girl

↳ thisislou yours ❤️

charli_xcx an absolute angel

bedforddanes75 pretty best friend

rosetintedglasses and other times you look like an absolute fucking rockstar who writes songs about fucking your boyfriend

↳ thisislou damn fucking straight

↳ loufanpage I fucking love this 🤣

the1975updates Matty is so whipped... Sharing this to his story... "My girl" I'm not crying you are!

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#the 1975 #matty healy #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty the 1975 #matty #matty healy imagine #matty Healy instagram au #insufferable Arsehole matty healy series #ross macdonald #george daniel #adam hann

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slimeylee · 2 years

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tw//dream situation, grooming, swearing. added a trigger warning since i know a lot of people are finding themselves turning against dream which is totally fine and your choice. you dont have to believe me or any of the tweets i attached to this message. thank you and read on if you'd like.

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alright. i may not have all the information that i found, but ive found a decent amount of stuff that proves these claims incorrect

first, the way he texts-- look at the way dream talks to his BEST FRIEND versus a random stranger. like bitch what? no way those are real text messages. and dream hardly ever calls anyone other than george 'bb' and uses emojis nearly never. when dream texts he is often very dry and in that screenshot of dream talking to a COMPLETE STRANGER is nothing like what he normally is!

look at this and look at this. you see how different the background colour is from the colour around dreams profile picture, 'dream' and 'from your contacts'? it looks edited, right? if it were really true, the whole background would be the same colour dont you think?? more on the twitter dms; look at this post basically, depending on how many white dots the photo has can determine whether or not its fake exactly. it may not be the best proof that the messages were fake, but then another thing; aman-duh said that dream face revealed to her. who in the world is gonna believe that--the only people that knew dreams face before he started face revealing to his friends and people he knows were sapnap, and any relatives probably.

'aman-duh' said that she was going to stream and show more evidence on the whole grooming situation. however, both her and dream said they were going to take legal actions on the situation. you cant show proof/evidence of anything when you take the path of legal action. so how would aman-duh be able to show anything that may come off as proof? dream could not be sharing any further information about the situation BECAUSE he is going to pursue legal action.

also-- why did aman-duh lie about her age? she said that she was twenty years old. and now shes saying that shes a minor and is 18? where is the logic behind this? i dont understand. why is she livestreaming on twitch proofing more evidence instead of taking it to the fucking police? and more importantly--she still likes dreams tweets and is FOLLOWING HIM STILL. why would you want to still be in/able to contact someone who groomed you? personally i would have already blocked the person

she wouldnt lose any of the evidence she had if she SCREENSHOTTED IT and saved it to her camera roll. plus, it happened on instagram and snapchat, not on twitter. so why is she still following dream and liking his tweets? what is the logic behind that?!

alongside that, oxeclean who also stated that dream groomed them, they deleted everything they said, privated their twitter, and they even SAID that everything was fake and they were NOT LITERALLY GROOMED!! all this does it hurt REAL VICTIMS!!

if you are a victim of grooming, DONT BRING SOCIAL MEDIA INTO IT!! GO TO THE POLICE WITH THE EVIDENCE IMMEDIATELY PLEASE!! TALKING ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL LIFE PROBLEMS ON SOCIAL MEDIA SUCH AS TWITTER WON'T HELP YOU, IT'LL CAUSE BIGGER PROBLEMS!

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if i find anything else i will reblog this post and share it however this is all ive got at the moment. ive said this two times and ill say it again; my heart goes out to any victims of grooming. your voice deserves to be heard and your body is not a toy. remember that i love you and care abt u so much even if i have never talked to you or i dont know you personally.

-spookyslime

#slimey-thinks #dreamwastaken #dream allegations

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leafs-lover · 1 year

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Too Far Gone - Part Fifty One

A/N: There was supposed to be another cute/fluffy part before this but I figured you were getting bored of all the softness and decided to mix it up.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of drinking, talks of mental health - anxiety, a little angst

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Coming home Auston is beat.

It wasn’t a particularly long trip, only gone for three nights, but for some reason he just feels mentally drained. He has for weeks.

The first time he noticed was the Sunday morning of the All-Star weekend. He spent the days before taking Taylour around the city, bringing him to the dressing rooms to meet the players (he was only really interested in Fred and Mitch) and all the mascots, they watched the skills competitions and games with his family. It was a great couple of days in St. Louis, so great Auston posted a picture of Taylour to his story for the first time, ever. You couldn’t see his face, could barely see any part of him with the puffy jacket and toque he had on, but something about it felt good. Even though there were press releases where Auston acknowledged he had a kid, a couple interviews where he’d casually say “my son” in an answer, it felt as if he was hiding Taylour from the world. He didn’t want Taylour to grow up and think he was embarrassed or ashamed of him because that couldn’t be further from the truth - media and fans haven’t shown they deserve to see that part of his life.

It didn’t come without consequences. Thousands of messages on Instagram, screenshots ending up on every other social media platform, but Auston didn’t worry about any of that. He only concerned himself with Tia’s response, and the heart emoji showed she was okay with the decision.

On the Saturday night he, Fred and Mitch ventured out, along with Connor McDavid, Leon Draisaitl, Matthew Tkachuk, Mat Barzal and a few other players. They had dinner and drinks, then they had shots. They shared stories of themselves and other players in the league. They all talked with a group of women; Fred ducked out early to go home with one of those women.

At 1:30, Auston climbed into bed and opened his phone. He ventured to Instagram and watched Tia’s stories – who spent the night out with friends celebrating her first official sale. She was practically bursting out of a low-cut, tight, emerald green crop top, her skirt was short and her boots stopped just below the knee. Auston saw and loved the outfit, that wasn’t what he focused on. His favourite part was how happy she looked.

Once he watched all of Tia’s stories, Becks started to play. He watched every single one of hers, smiling at the videos of Tia dancing - a few drinks always unleashed her quirky side. He even watched the one where she was in the background, talking to a blonde at the bar while Becks fumbled around with the camera, trying to focus on Camille and Emily who were singing wildly off-key to The Backstreet Boys. Auston laughed, he could practically smell the alcohol through the screen, or maybe that was his own.

He woke up early, surprisingly without a hangover. He FaceTimed Tia to confirm the plans to pick up Alex and Taylour at Pearson. In that moment he felt fine, then he tried to make plans for them to celebrate as a family, and it felt like she blew him off. She fed him something about being busy with school (midterms were coming up), working at the store and getting the order out. Auston understood and didn’t push it, but it just kept happening.

Any time he’d see her he’d casually bring it up and she always had a reason not to. It felt like pulling teeth. There were thirteen days where Auston was in Toronto and didn’t have a game, that she could have picked from.

The only reason he got her to a restaurant was because he told Taylour it was her birthday, and she couldn’t say no to him. He tried to tell himself it was all in his head; Tia was actually busy and not ignoring him. The dinner fell on her reading week, and she should have been somewhat more relaxed. She could barely look him in the eye, and 90% of what she said was ‘hmm’ or ‘yeah.’ It shouldn’t have been that hard.

That was when he knew Tia was shutting him out. He didn’t know what caused it, everything on the surface seemed to be going well. She had a few more sales, she aced all her midterms, and when he asked Becks, she laughed him off and said she’d never seen Tia so happy.

She wasn’t upset or letting her mental health deteriorate. She wasn’t grappling with knowing Kylie lived on the other side of town, she wasn’t searching either of their names on Twitter or Tumblr. She had a problem with him.

Their usually playful banter was gone. FaceTime’s where they’d spend the entire time talking because Taylour was asleep completely stopped. Instead, he’d get texts that said “Taylour’s asleep, can’t talk.”

Days either dragged on or went by in a blur. He couldn’t focus on what people were saying or doing around him. When he stepped on the ice he managed to tune it all out and play hockey, but once the gear came off Auston shut down. The more she pulled away the more he felt himself fade. At this point he doesn’t what he needs to feel better, if anything can even help, but he needs something to bring him out of the haze.

His bag lands with a heavy thud by the door, he is too bothered to carry it to his room. He kicks his sneakers against the wall and tosses his keys on the small table a few feet away. With his head down he slips his hand into the pocket of his hoodie and lights up the screen. Defeated when he doesn’t see Tia’s name on the screen.

He’s so out of it, moving robotically, that he doesn’t even recognize the sounds coming from his living room. The clattering of plastic and faint giggles. He rounds the corner and Taylour drops one of the cars for the Paw Patrol tower which causes Auston’s head to snap up. So perplexed by what is happening he doesn’t even attempt to welcome the tiny body barreling his way; instead, Taylour runs right into his leg.

“Taylour?” Auston calls out, wondering if this is real.

“Hi, Daddy!” His entire face is glowing.

“What are you doing here?” Auston bends down and picks him up, bringing him in for a tight hug.

“I’m playing with my tower,” Taylour simply explains.

“Yeah, I see that,” he lets out a quiet laugh, knowing his son doesn’t really understand the question. “Is your mom here?”

“Mhm.” Taylour nods.

“Where is she?” Auston gently pokes his side to prompt him further.

“I don’t know.” Taylour squirms and lets out a soft giggle, one of Auston’s favourite sounds. “Maybe the kitchen.”

She isn’t. Apart from the coffee pot that’s half full of cold coffee, there is no evidence she was ever there.

“I’m going to find her.” Auston kisses Taylour’s temple as he lowers him to his feet. “Then I’ll come play with you.”

“Okay, Daddy!” He emphatically nods.

Auston waited for a second to watch Taylour, worried that if he blinked Taylour could disappear. Even though he heard his voice, smelt his hair, and felt his touch, he still couldn’t believe it was real. Tia long ago was given a key, but only used it those couple days at Christmas. In fact, she rarely even comes to his apartment. He is the one with a car, it makes more sense for him to drive ten minutes than for her and Taylour to sit on a bus for almost forty minutes.

When Auston finally accepts this is real, Taylour is there and not some incredibly vivid hallucination, he turns around and walks back toward the door. He once again leaves the bag by the door, then ventures down the hall. He first stops at Taylour’s room, but she isn’t there – the bed is made, perfectly, with tight corners, pillows and stuffed animals neatly arranged – she was there at some point.

He pokes his head in the spare room, the bed is made which again could be Tia, but nothing else is out of place. There isn’t a hairbrush or face cream on the dresser, there is no sweater folded on the bed – left out for when she inevitably gets cold – and the faint scent of her perfume doesn’t linger in the air. The bathroom too is empty, along with the laundry. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she wasn’t there.

Then he hears it.

A mumbled curse word, followed by a loud clattering sound coming from his closet.

He has spent hours in her room, slept in her bed every night for months, but he can’t remember a time Tia was in his. Auston is so fixated on how peculiar everything is, he ignores the mountain of clothes on the various pieces of furniture, the Rubbermaid totes overflowing with sneakers and stacks of hats on the dresser.

Tia is so fixated on what she is doing she doesn’t even notice him. Pieces of wood, rods, and bags of screws and bolts scattered around. His drill is pushed to the corner and a pencil is tucked behind her ear, holding back her chestnut hair that is simply blow-dried. She is on her hands and knees, hunched over a set of Ikea instructions, spinning a screw in her hand.

“Who puts two screws in the same bag without labeling them,” she utters. “They are the exact same, but one is longer, how do I know if this –“

“What are you doing?” Auston leans against the doorframe, his voice drawing up her gaze.

“I thought I had more time.” She drops the instructions and flicks her wrist to glance at the watch, then looks back up at him.

“To remove all the clothes you dislike?” He queries, joking slightly.

“Not enough time for that,” she dismisses teasingly, then turns her attention back to the instructions. “I’m trying to install these organizers.”

Reaching down he grips her wrists and forces her to her feet - the only way to get her full attention. “Why are you installing organizers in my closet.”

Her eyes drop to the side. Tia doesn’t have the strength to look in his eyes and tell him. Wave after wave of anxious energy rolls off her. If she had the stomach for breakfast, it likely would reappear. But she couldn’t eat, has barely eaten in days.

“Tia?” Her behaviour does little to settle his nerves, in fact it does the opposite. His heart is pounding and one of his hands is bound in a fist, so tight his nails carve into his palm, but he doesn’t notice. With his free hand Auston grabs her chin and forces her to look his way. “Talk to me,” he pleads, desperately.

“I –“ she whispers, unable to speak with any sort of authority. Her eyes dart all over the place, never meeting his burning gaze until a thumb begins to sweep over her jaw. It’s such a simple touch, something he has done countless times before, and like every time before it works, she is looking at him. His usually warm and grounding eyes are panicked, desperate to be let in, but there is still a softness to them, one that gets her every time.

She rises to her tippy toes and wraps her arms around his neck. Her fingers tug at the baby hairs on the nape of his neck she lets out a soft sigh following the first brush of their lips - she missed the way he felt, the way he tastes. She tries not to think of the million ways this could end badly. She tries. And for a moment everything is amazing, perfect even. She swears Auston returns the kiss, which is all she needs to sink into it and tug on his curls a little harder.

Then Auston pulls away.

A wide and sweet smile is pressed to her face, she rises to her tippy toes again. This time Auston pushes her down to the floor and takes a step back, creating space between them.

“Tia?”

Auston is frozen. He was confused enough by her behaviour the last few weeks; he doesn’t even know where to start processing this. Did it actually happen, or is this still a very vivid hallucination?

Her face twists into a mix of embarrassment and disappointment. She gasps. Horrified. Absolutely horrified. “I…I am so sorry,” she quickly fumbles out. What has she done?

She takes a step over an assembled drawer and tries to maneuver around him when he throws an arm in front of her stomach. Tia tries to swat at Auston’s arm, she can barely handle his concerned gaze, there is no way she can allow his touch.

“Please,” she croaks. A lump in her throat blocks the oxygen from reaching her lungs.

“Tia.” He almost laughs, how could she think he’d let her go?”

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

Auston’s voice is scarily calm. “But you did.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, just explain.”

Auston feels Tia lean back on her heals and his arm drops, the two of them stand just inches apart. The air that sits between them is heavy, so much that needs to be said but not enough words to say it.

Neither one knows how long they stand there. Seconds bleed into what feels like hours. Breathing in the same air, barely able to hear the others shaky exhales over the pounding of their own heart. Tia uses all her strength to not crumble then and there. She never saw it going like this.

“Mommy!” Taylour’s voice ruptures the silence. “Mommy!” Two little feet pitter on the wood floor, and his voice getting louder. “Mommy, can I have a snack?”

“You want a snack?” Tia waits until he is in the closet to speak.

“Yes please!” He bashfully smiles.

“Okay.”

This time Auston let her go, he had to. He took a minute to compose himself as best he could, and when he finally emerged the kitchen was quiet. Taylour was sitting on a barstool, shoveling yogurt into his mouth and Tia had her back to him. She was gripping the counter tight, and her feet looked tethered to the floor.

Auston carded his hand through Taylour’s hair as he walked by, earning a muffled giggle. Then he walked over to Tia and found her biting on her thumb nail. Her face was white, but she is deep in thought.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?”

He sweeps he hair back behind her shoulder, providing him a better view of her face. She jumps at the contact.

“Nothing.” She whispers out, barely able to think straight.

“You don’t kiss me like that and not talk about it.”

While it was unexpected and left him confused, it was the kind of kiss Auston could have gotten lost in. Her lips were soft yet warm and the sweet moan she let out almost caused his heart to explode. He could have spent hours exploring her, letting them fuse together. It reminded him of the kiss she surprised him with on their first date, the kind of kiss that used to keep him up at night. Unfortunately, over the last year it’s been the kind of kiss that has accompanied pain.

“I said it was a mistake,” she practically hisses.

“Tia.”

Auston grabs her by the shoulders and spins her around. She says nothing.

“Whether you want to or not, we are talking about this.”

She says nothing.

“Tia Grace Adams!” He finally speaks with authority, so much so it surprises them both.

“I like you okay!” The words come out before she has a chance to stop them. Hot embarrassment floods her face, only getting worse when his shoulders fall and eyes flutter closed. She wishes she said anything but that; surely she could have made up an excuse if she tried.

“You like me?”

Tia just nods.

She spent days trying to convince herself didn’t have feelings for him. And for a moment she believed it, then she made her first sale, he was the first person she told. The next night while out with her friends, Tia kept looking to the empty seat at the end of the table, she found herself wishing he was sitting in it. And later when Brody with his charming smile and charismatic personality approached Tia at the bar, she could only notice the ways he wasn’t Auston. Everything she did, grocery shopping, walking to get a coffee, she kept wanting him to be there, and every time something happened, no matter how big or small, she wanted to phone and tell him.

She hoped if she kept blowing him off he’d give up on the notion of taking her. He didn’t. He kept asking, anytime he saw her, and she couldn’t keep coming up with reasons to say no. Being around him was suffocating, but in the best way possible.

It took her a little bit, but she finally admitted to Heidi she had feelings for Auston. Heidi just smiled, in a way that said she already knew that but was happy Tia came to that conclusion. They spent the next few sessions talking about that and what Tia wanted. Now that she had admitted her feelings it was easy, she wanted Auston.

“You like me.” Auston repeats after a shaky breath. He takes another and then another, then pushes all the air out of his lungs and runs a hand down his face. Stroking over the stubble on his chiseled jaw, he breathes deeply again.

“Yeah.”

“You like me.”

He blinks in disbelief.

She nods.

Auston doesn’t know why he is so dumbfounded by Tia’s admission. He held out hope for months she would tell him this exact thing, but as time wore on, he accepted this wouldn’t be the case. This shouldn’t be happening.

“You like me.”

“Can you say something, anything other than that,” she pleads.

“I just…I don’t know what else to say,” he answers dejectedly, making her heart sink. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Sorry for kissing you out of the blue –“

“I handled that better than this,” he scoffs.

“Daddy.” Taylour tugs at the hem of his shirt and looks up at him with beady brown eyes. “You play with me now?”

Auston looks down at Taylour and nods. “Yeah. That I can do.”

Tia had no idea what to do once Auston walked into the living room with Taylour. She didn’t want to talk, he begged her to only to repeat the same thing over and over then walk away. He sat on the floor and accepted the Skye figurine Taylour handed him. He put her at the top of the tower and sent her down the zipline. He pressed buttons and even laughed at some of the things Taylour said, he seemingly forgot about everything that transpired between them.

He didn’t.

He couldn’t.

It was all he could think about.

Taylour created some wild fictional story, a mystery they needed to solve. He would move the cars back and forth, give Auston instructions and laugh. Auston pressed the buttons to turn on the sound effects, he’d move Skye from point A to point B and smile whenever Taylour glanced his way. But he could not do anything else.

At some point a ministick was shoved in his hand, it took the ball hitting Auston’s ankle three times before he made an attempt to join in. Even then the ball would bounce over his stick or roll by because he just could not focus on it. His mind was caught on a loop, replaying Tia saying, ‘I like you’ and him…saying nothing.

Tia hoped that because her heart had been yanked from her chest, the rest of the day would have been blur. She felt it all.

Heidi tried to prepare Tia for the possibility Auston wouldn’t feel the same way, but Tia never considered that a possibility. In her mind, there was no way he didn’t. If she ignored the late-night FaceTime’s when Taylour is asleep, the kisses they shared, the way he looked at her and the fact he repeatedly told her that he loved her (never that he was in love with her, but Tia could read between the lines) there was still Fred. Every time he has seen her in the last three months, he has made a point of calling her out for having feelings for Auston. If Auston didn’t feel that way about her, why did his best friend care so much?

She played this situation out a hundred times and not once did it end this way. Every single time he kissed her back, said he had been waiting to hear her say that, and their clothes on a bedroom floor.

The door was barely closed before the phone was in her hand. It took everything for her to not fall apart sitting on a barstool in her ex-boyfriend’s kitchen, she couldn’t take anymore.

“Yeah.” Abby huffs into the phone after seven rings. Tia didn’t expect her to answer, they haven’t spoke in weeks. If the situation were reversed Tia wouldn’t answer, but she always let her ego get in the way.

“I kissed him Abs, I just...I kissed him.” Tia fumbles out, frantically pacing around the mess of clothes in Auston’s room.

“You kissed him?” The sound of running water stops on the other end, then wood scrapes as Abby sits down to focus.

“Yeah.” Tia admits.

“That’s amazing Tia, I’m so hap –“ Her friend’s voice softens, Tia can feel the warm smile which only makes this worse.

“He stopped…he pulled away…” Tia’s voice trembles.

“What? Why did he do that?”

“I don’t know.”

“What happened?” Abby asks sternly.

“I kissed him, and he kissed me back. Then he just stopped. He seemed confused when I said I liked him, like I suddenly had two heads.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Abby laughs. “Why would he be confused when you say you like him but proceed to kiss you?”

“I told him after the kiss.”

“Tia,” Abby groans and lets her head fall. “What did you do?”

“I…I don’t know.”

Tia’s voice snaps. Warm tears well in her eyes and as she lets out a shaky exhale they begin to fall. Abby doesn’t say anything, she just listens to Tia cry through the speaker. Five minutes later, when she has a sliver of composure Tia starts to tell Abby what happened.

“I’m proud of you,” Abby says after minutes of incoherent rambling when she can finally piece it together.

“I ruined everything,” Tia laughs through the pain.

Subconsciously, Tia brings her left hand up and bites at the hangnail on her thumb. She frantically blinks, hoping to rid the tears from her eyes.

“That’s not true, you just surprised him.”

“Gee, you don’t say?”

“How long did it take for you to get to that conclusion?”

“I told Heidi a couple weeks ago… but you know it’s been way longer than that.”

Abby laughs to herself, the closest she’s going to get to you were right.

“Mhm, and don’t you think Auston deserves more that five seconds to draw a conclusion?”

Tia sighs and falls back onto bed. Abby is right, of course she is. Tia allowed herself time to get to this point, and as much as it may hurt, shouldn’t she give Auston the same courtesy?

“What do I do now?”

“You need to talk to him and let him know this wasn’t an impulse. That you spent weeks processing your feelings, discussed it in therapy before doing anything. You tell him to take his time and that you aren’t expecting an answer right away.” Tia continues to nod through the speaker, if only she put her ego aside maybe this could have been avoided.

“What if he doesn’t feel the same way?” Tia shudders at the thought.

“There is nothing you can do.” Even though it’s not the answer Tia wants, Abby doesn’t sugar coat it. “If that’s how he feels, I help you pick up the pieces.”

Tia releases all the air in her lungs. She knows should have considered this from the beginning, but she knew if her mind was allowed to wander to the possibility, she never would have had the courage to tell him. Now all she can think is how arrogant and ignorant she was to have thought that way.

“Tia?”

“Yeah?”

“You have to stop hiding.”

Tia took a few more minutes to gather herself. She sat on the edge of the bed and thought about what Abby said, tried to remember what Heidi had told her – considering she spent the entire time Heidi talked thinking I won’t need this, it proved to be a little challenging.

With a deep breath to settle her heart, Tia reached for the handle. She thought the slight breeze from the door opening was going to knock the air from her lungs, but what did was Auston, standing inches away, about to open the door from the other side.

“Oh.” Tia gasps. “Sorry.” She shakes her head. “I’m just –“

Auston jumps, just as surprised to see Tia. He knew she ventured down the hall, but once again, he didn’t expect to find her in his room.

“Okay.”

Auston shuffles to the side to let her by. They don’t say anything. They don’t even look at the other. Auston’s brows are drawn together, and he has no colour left in his face, still in a state of shock over everything that has transpired over the last four hours. Tia can only wonder how long he stood at that door, and how much he heard.

Auston and Tia moved somewhat robotically after that. She had been gone so long Auston made lunch, she couldn’t eat. She took the plate and placed it in the fridge, then made herself small, curled into a corner of the couch.

Tia heard the shower start, then stop a few minutes later. She heard faint muttering as he maneuvered the various bins and piles trying to find something. She heard plastic scrape along the floor, banging and cursing as he stepped on something that shouldn’t be on the floor. He wasn’t putting anything back, he did not have the mental capacity to look at Ikea instructions, but he needed space to walk and space to sleep. He spent some time stacking all the pieces for the closet storage system together in a pile, so they were out of the way but wouldn’t get misplaced. He closed the Rubbermaid totes, stacked them and left a few pairs of shoes on top for easy access. He pushed everything into corners, against the wall, and threw piles of clothes that were left scattered around on top.

He found Tia’s bag, open, in his room. He left it where it was and set her pajamas on a beside table. He left her hairbrush and toothbrush in the bathroom, set the couple hair elastics he found in a pile. The more he moved around the more he realized this wasn’t an impulse. There were enough clothes in her bag to last almost a week, the three hair elastics and products in his shower indicated she had been there for a few days, not just in his apartment but in his room.

Hours went by and neither one had said anything. Tia knew she should be the first to speak. She wanted to tell him everything. She just sat on the couch, picturing his response.

I’m sorry Tia.

I don’t feel the same way.

This isn’t a good idea.

Too much has happened.

We’re better off as friends.

I’m seeing someone. She’s great, I think you’ll like her.

I’m sorry.

Her heart breaks as those words ring in her ears. She is dizzy. Tears burn her eyes, and she fights to keep them at bay.

Auston heard her sniffling. A lot. It took every ounce of strength to not scoop her up and hold her tight. The heavy silence and suffocating tension broke him, it shouldn’t be like this. They shouldn’t be like this.

After dinner (another meal Tia didn’t eat), Taylour wanted to watch a movie, and on went Toy Story 3. He smiled and laughed and after everything, would turn to one of them with wide eyes and a big grin asking, did you see that? Auston always answered, smiled and tried to sound enthused. Tia, she could barely acknowledge him.

It scared him to see her like this and he hoped it was temporary. He’s met this version of Tia before, but always hoped that’d be the last time. This version of Tia is reminiscent of the one who stopped caring and hadn’t showered for days, her hair was tangled, laundry and dishes were piling up and she didn’t even care. This is the Tia from right after the article came out, the Tia from September that tried to fight through an insurmountable amount of pain alone. The previous times he met this version he was partially to blame, this time it was all on him.

He did this to her.

He broke her.

The credits began to roll long after Taylour fell asleep. Trailers for similar movies appeared and they watched them all. Then the Disney home screen reappeared, and they sat, staring at it for what felt like hours (it was less than three minutes) before Auston slithered out from underneath and carried Taylour down the hall.

As if Tia’s anxiety wasn’t through the roof, that was the moment it all started to become too much. Her palms became clammy, and heartrate began to accelerate. No matter how hard she tried to focus on it, she couldn’t seem to catch her breath.

Up until this point there was a reason to not talk about it – Taylour. Now that he was asleep, there was no buffer, Tia couldn’t hide her crippling anxiety and fears, she couldn’t avoid the heartbreak anymore. He deserved honesty, but she didn’t think she could handle his. At least not right now.

“You like me?” Auston asks, taking a seat beside her. If Tia didn’t know better, she’d think that’s all he could say.

“Yeah.” She replies, as if that’s all she can say.

Tia finally turns and looks at him, the first time in hours, and that’s when she realizes he looks like hell – heavy dark bags linger on his hollow cheeks, he twists the watch on his left wrist round and round. His nostrils flare and he chews on the inside of his cheek, a nervous tick.

“I’m sorry for kissing you, for just throwing this at you. I know it’s a lot.” As she turns to look at him her hand fans over his thigh ever so briefly. He flinches. It’s small, barely noticeable, but it’s there. Tia would have missed it if she hadn’t become an expert at reading him, something she wishes she wasn’t. “I’m sorry.”

“How um…how…” Auston clears his throat and lets his shoulders drop. His eyes are trained ahead, he tries to think of how best to approach this. He needs to be delicate, tug at the string until it slowly unravels. “Are you still taking your meds?”

Neither delicate nor slow.

“Every day.” Tia nods. She wishes that wasn’t his first response, to assume her mental health had collapsed. “Heidi actually thinks we can start cutting my dose back soon.”

“That’s good,” his response is barely a whisper.

“She’s been telling me to do this for a few weeks now. To tell you.”

Auston’s eyes widen at her admission. “How long have you liked me?”

“I only admitted it a couple weeks ago, but Heidi knew before that. She said it became obvious at Christmas.”

“Christmas!” There is only shock in his voice. “That was two months ago!”

“Yeah.” Tia nods.

“I feel like I’ve had a pretty good read on you, but you’ve had feelings for me for two months and I didn’t know!”

“Apparently,” Tia nods again. “I only admitted it a couple weeks ago though.”

“But do you think she’s right? Have you been feeling this way for over two months?”

According to Heidi, Tia has felt this way since before Halloween but there were more pressing issues to focus on. Heidi knew that Tia would only admit her feelings for Auston when she was mentally and emotionally ready to take that step. which is why she left it well enough alone. Maybe there would have come a time where Heidi prompted the discussion, but Tia got there first.

Tia’s face scrunches up in confusion. Halloween, Christmas or two weeks ago, what difference does it make? How is this what he is fixated on?

“Yes.”

Auston flies off the couch before Tia can even react and starts to walk quickly, back and forth, around the living room. He paces, and he paces, and he paces.

His skin flushes and he scrapes a hand through his hair, then along his jaw, and over the back of his neck. He speaks, quietly, incoherently, to himself. He paces, and he paces, and he paces, stumbling over the toys that litter the living room.

Her eyes water and a heavy ball forms in her throat. She lets out a soft sniffle and water droplets begin to stain her sweater. She watches him. She waits.

She doesn’t know for what or how long it will take, but he’ll figure it out. It took him a month to visit after he found out about Taylour, almost another month to decide to be a part of Taylour’s life. She hopes it isn’t as long for him to process this, but she knows that eventually he’ll find what he’s looking for.

“What were you doing in my room?” He comes to a complete stop; his eyes are white with panic. “In my closet?”

“I thought that if we did this,” she points between them, “I would leave some stuff here. A couple pairs of jeans, some shoes. A sweater or two. I was just trying to make space, one thing led to another, and I was building shelves. I don’t know.”

Tia stands up and sniffs, no longer trying to hide the fact that she’s crying. She thought she had learned to accept heartache; she never realized the hardest part would be having to mourn someone who was still in her life. “I’m going to bed. Can you watch him while I’m at therapy tomorrow?” Her voice cracks and Auston just nods in response. “I really am sorry Auston.” She only speaks once she’s almost out of the room, away from him. “I should have done this differently; I was so sure you were going to say yes.”

“I never said no.” Auston whispers, but she’s long gone.

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nakimochiku · 1 year

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“Deku-kun!” Ochako chirps when Izuku finally picks up the phone. “Mina-chan told me she heard from Kirishima-kun who heard from Bakugou-kun! He’s coming back from America for New Years!”

Izuku’s heart leaps into his throat. He scrambles for a response that isn’t garbled noises.

“Excited?” Ochako teases.

“Yeah. It’ll be great to see him.” Izuku says as neutrally as he can.

It's been five years, eight months, and two days since he last saw Kacchan. But who’s counting? Almost six years of scouring youtube for videos of Kacchan (“Get that fucking camera out of my fucking face you shitty extra!” In irritated english), for interviews with Kacchan (“Excessive force is fucking real but what the fuck was I supposed to do? Sit back and jerk off while the fucker had hostages? He's still alive isn't he? I didn’t even fucking burn him!”), news reels of Kacchan (“Hey! Get back and calm down! I got this!”)

The Americans love him. His brand of rudeness, bluntness and arrogance helps him fit right in. His instagram (which he updates once in a blue moon and always with thirst traps of him working out) is full of fans begging him to spit on them. Izuku can respect that Kacchan found a market that would take him just as he is.

The problem though, with Kacchan being an american hero is that his merch is almost impossible to get. Shipping alone costs an arm and a leg, and Kacchan’s website doesn't do international shipping. Izuku thinks it's crazy that globalization can be such a thing and he has to pay forty dollars just to get a Dynamight brand key chain (it's adorable, shaped like a little grenade with Kacchan’s orange x logo across it, he needs it yesterday.)

Sometimes, Izuku almost gives in. He scrolls through his cart and thinks fuck it, I deserve a treat. I’ll do it! But he never does.

But now, Kacchan is coming back home.

Izuku deliberates for a long time. He swishes the idea back and forth like mouthwash, before he finally makes up his mind.

He opens a long ignored text thread with Kacchan (the last message was his birthday. A very simple series of emojis. A bomb. A cake. A party hat. Izuku had replied “thanks i think” and been left on read.) he sends a screenshot of the very fluffy winter uniform themed hoodie he's been salivating after and a message that says “you owe me six years worth of christmas gifts. Get me one and we’ll call it even”

He's left on read.

Three days after new years, Izuku stumbles over to the door to silence the incessant knocking. “Yes, what is— Kacchan?!”

There's Kacchan, hair a little windswept, nose red from the cold, a massive box under his arm. He’s still so fucking beautiful he makes his heart stop. “You gonna catch flies all night or you gonna let me in? It’s fucking cold.”

Izuku numbly steps aside. It's not like he expected Kacchan to look different. He updated his insta story just yesterday. But he’s here, in Izuku’s space, breathing Izuku's air, and Izuku doesn't even know what to say. Kacchan just huffs impatiently at him and shoves the box into his arms. “What's this?” He asks, already ripping into it.

Kacchan shrugs, slouching his way to the sofa and dropping into it like it's a throne. “You think I don't know your stalker nerd ass wants way more than the hoodie?”

The box is full of all sorts of Dynamight merch. Izuku’s eyes sting. “Kacchan—“ he starts, voice wobbling.

“Oh my god no. Don't get all sappy okay. It's no big deal!” Kacchan grouses. He looks at the wall of All Might merch, the light in the kitchen, the weave in the sofa’s fabric. “It's just been a while.”

Izuku abandons the box of merch to sit at Kacchan’s knee, letting his fingers rest low on his thigh, squeezing gently until Kacchan finally looks at him. “Thank you.” He says sincerely. And then, before Kacchan can cheapen the moment, “I missed you a lot.”

Kacchan sighs through his nose, shoulders relaxing. “Yeah.”

Later, Izuku is recorded off duty and proudly repping his Dynamight merch. The fan behind the camera giggles, “Deku! Are you a Dynamight fan?”

“The biggest!” Izuku answers proudly.

In America, Katsuki closes the video, snaps his Deku brand popsocket closed, and pretends he’s not in a really good mood.

#Bnha #mha #bakudeku #bkdk #post canon #fic #This has been living in my head rent free for so long so now i’m subjecting the internet to it #They are pro heroes and baku moved to america and deku just REALLY wants dynamight merch why is shipping so expensive?!

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cyberphuck · 5 months

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Local thottie Kit Bangraaf, from my original fic All Expenses Paid. Paris Bangraaf is his dad by adoption and his Daddy by mutual consent. (I did not get to writing his bio to put in the blank space bc my wrist still fukken hurts. I'm one-finger typing this on the big desktop n it sux.) [img description provided by @qthewhatever ]

Image 1: A digitally drawn character sheet for Kit Bangraaf (a young man with pale skin, blonde hair, and green eyes), in the form of a criminal case file. In the top left corner on the left side, there is a paperclip holding a small photo of a brown-haired man walking the red carpet. The photo is labelled "Paris Bangraaf". Below this photo is a strip of lined paper with a list of Kit's stats, each given a "heart" rating. The stats are: Patience, 3 hearts; Cruelty, half a heart; Empathy, 5 hearts; Humor, 3 hearts; Confidence, 5 hearts; Hornyness, 15 hearts which trail impossibly off the paper; Recklessness, 2 hearts. The last line is "Extrovert/Introvert", with Extrovert circled in red. Clipped beside the photo of Paris Bangraaf is an 8-by-10 photo of Kit sitting alone in a classroom, looking off camera and smiling. Kit has written a message on the photo in purple saying "Call me! (248) 434-5508". The exclamation point has a heart instead of a dot. There is a note on yellow paper taped to this photo reading "SEE ME AFTER CLASS" in all caps. Under the 8-by-10 is handwritten text in green, evidently from a teacher. The text reads: "Kit is very bright and an absolute pleasure to have in class, but has trouble focusing when seated near attractive classmates. He has been reprimanded several times for improper use of private study rooms in the library (as well as practice rooms in the music building, toilet stalls in the mens' restrooms, the P.E. equipment shed, and the Dean's office). Consider limiting distractions at home." On the right side, there is a printed screenshot of a selfie from Kit's Instagram. Beneath it are a number of white papers, the top of which is a brief summary of Kit's basic details. The labels are typewritten, but the responses are filled in by hand in pink. The text reads: "Full name: Christopher Bangraaf. Alias: Kitten. Species: Hottie. Age: LEGAL [this is in all caps, underlined, and there is a pink highlight tab pointing to it]. Body type: Flexible. Gender/Pronouns: Male (He/Him). Sexual Orientation: Gay for pay (also for free). Relationship status: 'Sponsored' [in quotation marks]. Occupation: Student. Zodiac sign: Aries (April 3). Clothing style: Bratty Sugar Baby." Beside this text is a pentagon-shaped graph showing the traditional RPG traits. Kit's agility, endurance, and charisma are all maxed out, and he has very high intelligence but slightly below-average physical strength. Image 2: Detail of the Instagram post from Image 1. The image was posted by @sugar.kitten with the caption "Kit Bangraaf" and has 61.5k views. Kit is wearing pale blue bottoms and a very small green crop top that says "Food 4 THOT"; the top barely covers his nipples. He is holding his phone up high and giving a peace sign to the camera, making a kissy face. Behind him is an unmade bed with white sheets. The post has been "liked" by the person who took the screenshot.

Image 3: A variant of the 8-by-10 from Image 1. Kit is sitting backstraddle in a wooden chair, wearing a rumpled school uniform - a grey-blue short-sleeve button-down shirt with a loose red tie, blue pants, and red high top sneakers. He is smiling at someone off to his left. The classroom background and the flirty message from Image 1 are not present in this version.

Image 4: Detail of the photo of Paris Bangraaf from Image 1. Paris is a handsome man with short dark hair, wearing a dark suit with a maroon tie, held with a diamond tie clip. He is walking away from a stretch limo on a red carpet with paparazzi flashing around him. He's talking on a white cellphone and smiling charismatically, looking completely at ease.

#art tag #ocs #original character #oc art #sugardaddy #yes you can call that number

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darksvster · 2 years

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this is my idea of fun ➥ e, chapter 2, 6324 words daemon is a toxic league streamer, rhaenyra is an influencer. they're not meant to meet, and seeing as daemon ran away when he was 15, he definitely doesn't know who rhaenyra is other than a pain in his ass. he can't stop thinking about her and fantasizing about her, but that doesn't mean anything. she's annoying and bratty and he's over it. aka streamer/influencer au

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sneak peek of chapter 2 below

"Wait so what is her name again?"

Daemon looks over at Criston, who is splayed out on the couch and typing rapidly on his phone.

"Rhaenyra Arryn," Larys says, also staring at his phone. "A-R-R-Y-N."

"Wait Harwin, you already follow her?" Laenor asks, looking at his phone and chuckling.

Daemon gives Harwin a black look, daggers in his eyes, but Harwin doesn't seem to notice, his eyes also on his phone. Daemon thinks he's been very good at self-restraint today, not looking up that girl that Leanor brought over. But his notifications were going wild with screenshots and screaming messages, he even had people sending him fanfiction of him and her. People were unhinged, what losers.

"Criston, you know it's creepy to like all of a person's pictures at once right?" Laenor snickers, his thumb scrolling on the screen.

"Harwin liked all the ones I did!"

"Yeah, but I did that a few days ago. She even messaged me about it."

Okay, he is done with self-restraint. Daemon picks up his phone and opens Instagram. Typing in @rhaenyraarryn and finding her account with the blue checkmark. The profile is exactly what he expects from an influencer. Full of pictures of her stylishly posing away from the camera in ridiculous-looking-but-probably-avant-garde clothing. But his curiosity gets the best of him and he taps on her recent photo. She's stretched out in a swimsuit on a yacht that reveals more skin than it covers, her long legs dominating the screen, her eyes hooded and looking off into the ocean. His mouth goes dry as he scrolls through the carousel of various poses, one a blooper of her doing a goofy face pretending to pick her nose. His lip curls and he taps the heart to like it.

#house of the dragon #asoiaf fic #daemyra #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon x rhaenyra #hotd fic #hotd #streamer au #daemon spends this chapter moping #rhaenyra spends it thriving #not really but the two have their moments #mine

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chimini3 · 7 months

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MAKEUP THE BREAK UP

Park Jimin | Chapter 7

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SERIES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Park Jimin x OC

Synopsis: What happens when Park Jimin's biggest what if comes back into his life? His friendly neighbor, childhood best friend, high school lover, and now his makeup artist?! Amidst the 2020 outbreak, the last thing he needed was Seong Areum making his heart skip a beat and fill his stomach with air. What will he do when unspoken words threaten to slip past his tongue? Would he take the chance of ruining a healing past? Or would he let her slip away once more and let himself get lost in the lights?

Warnings: not beta readdd, oop stalking?? But its ok its park jimin 🌝, fake instagram screenshots, drinking, alcohol, drink moderately kids,

Word Count: 4.2k words

Sober Stalking

The photo shoot ended without any more hitches. I hadn’t seen Areum for the rest of the second set and I didn’t know whether that was supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing.

I changed into a much more comfortable attire that I brought with me to set earlier this morning. Something casual as I didn’t really know where dinner would take place though I wanted to be in comfy clothing.

“Jimin ah, are you riding with me?” Taehyung asked me as I only nodded in response.

“You have room for one more?” Namjoon asked as he picked up his pace to catch up to me and Taehyung walked to a separate van from the others since the van that Taehyung took was further back on the queue of vans waiting for us.

Taehyung looked up front to see Yoongi, Jin, and Lee Hyun enter the first van of the queue whilst Jungkook and Hobi entered the one following behind it.

“Uhh…” Taehyung seemed like he wanted to send Namjoon to another van though I knew I wouldn’t speak much on the ride so I decided to pull the van door open for Namjoon to enter first.

“Why so hesitant Taehyung? What secrets are you two on to?” Namjoon joked though he kept a wary eye on both of us.

“There are no secrets, right Taehyung?” I looked back at the younger to see him staring back at me before nodding.

It was a quiet forty-five-minute ride to the resto-bar we were heading to. We weren’t particularly going to get drunk, we still had a lot to do the following days leading up to our flight to America for the 62nd Grammy Awards. It would be our second time at the event and this time around we get to perform with Lil Nas X and his song Old Town Road and we were all the more excited to show them what we’ve got, despite not performing our own song.

“You guys really won’t tell me?” Namjoon sounded dejected from behind me as he saw the street with the resto-bar the company had maxed out to provide us some privacy.

“There’s nothing, hyung.” I said though it definitely did not sound convincing to all of our ears.

“Is this about that subunit Cypher thing earlier, Taehyung?” Namjoon guessed though Taehyung was quick to shake his head.

“No, but that was very upsetting too. Don’t worry about it Hyung.” Taehyung spoke in a light-hearted tone before becoming a little more reassuring.

“Yeah. You know I don’t get on with your business and all but don’t let it bother you for too long, okay? This goes for both of you.” Namjoon’s voice was stern though his message held words of care and somewhat precaution for me. I really don’t want to be bothered at such a busy time of the year and if Namjoon and Taehyung can see it then I really should calm down and forget about it.

Taehyung slid the door open without another word and hopped out of the van with me behind him though I turned around and helped Namjoon fold the seat in front to let him out. He reached a hand to my shoulder before squeezing it with reassurance as the rest of the guys and Lee Hyun gathered around us.

The restaurant and bar hybrid was fairly spacious inside. The place was under warm lighting as multiple wooden tables were spread out. It had a more rustic yet modern aura to it. Neon lights and pieces of artwork decorating the walls as a stereo machine beside the stage played some calming jazz. A clock on the wall displayed a quarter to nine in the evening as a hostess led us to the largest table in the bar.

The table was at the center of the room and was clearly made by the combination of multiple tables and chairs to fit all of the artists. The table had six chairs on one side another six on the other and one chair at the head of the table.

Lee Hyun being the sunbaenim that he was sat on the head of the table as we waited for the TXT members to catch up to us before we all chose random seats. I managed to sit down at the end of the table. I had Taehyung to my left, Yeonjun in front of me, and nothing to my right. It was a great place to just sneak in a few extra drinks and get lost for the night before I could drink a little more at my own apartment.

I ended up ordering Makguksu though the table still had food to share and food for drinking like Dakgalbi and Poke Nachos. Conversation was easy now that my stomach didn’t feel so airy. Yeonjun, Soobin, and I were talking about how they found their first year in the industry and I managed to put in a few words of advice for them. Taehyung was already in deep conversation with Beomgyu and the rest of the table seemed to break off into multiple conversations.

The night carried on and drinks started pouring for the ones who could actually drink. As the younger TXT members opted to order their own beverages. I believed most of us were going to stay relatively sober as we didn’t want to be of inconvenience to the staff around us who were done with their jobs, but also in consideration of the younger members.

We had some decency. We weren’t going to be bad influences.

“Ah, I heard you guys filmed the first episodes of your show a few weeks back. How was it?” Taehyung asked the TXT members around us as they turned their attention to him.

“It was nice! It’s somewhat like your Run BTS series.” Yeonjun responded as this was the first time I’ve ever heard of their variety web series.

“Oh? What is it called?” I asked.

“TO DO X TOMORROW X TOGETHER.”

“Though it's really just called TO DO.” Soobin clarified as the other members nodded.

“When will we have Run BTS X TO DO X TOMORROW X TOGETHER?” I asked with a chuckle before taking another sip of soju from the bottle.

“Imagine how chaotic that would be? All 12 of us and our staff combined…” Taehyung laughed as I let out a slight chuckle though that airy feeling went back to my stomach at the mention of staff and in particular a certain TXT staff that I was now staring at on a table at the corner of the room. Her head was just visible over Yeonjun’s ear in the distance.

Her outfit was different now. She looked more at ease without the work environment weighing on her though she still kept her posture stiff. She had her straight hair down to lay on her shoulder all the way down to her torso. She had this smile on her face as she engaged in laughter with the other staff members at her table.

She took a shot of soju before getting up to walk to the restroom and the idea of following after her dropped in my mind as heavy as a dozen tequila shots could to my body. But I can’t do that. I shouldn’t do that.

I downed the rest of my soju trying to empty my mind from whatever ideas it was thinking and trying to fill my stomach with anything else but an airy uncomfortable feeling.

As I turned to face the rest of the table, I felt Taehyung nudge my side with his elbow as I looked at his stern face though I wasn’t afraid of a man younger than me.

The night had ended at half past ten in the evening. We didn’t want to keep everyone up late when our schedules were still filled for the next day. Everyone managed to get into their vehicles without a hitch and our convoy to Seoul was filled with nothing but silence as I could feel the alcohol taking its toll on me. Perhaps I had drunk more than what I anticipated for a business dinner though I was relieved to know that I might sleep decently for the night at least. After seeing Areum again today, I wouldn’t be surprised if I would’ve gotten no sleep and that would be less than thrilling news for me.

“Jimin, I thought we had this silent agreement on not getting too drunk tonight?” Namjoon had a scolding tone as he spoke to me.

“I mean… I would’ve been understanding if the alcohol was anything special, but it was just soju. We could’ve drank more at home and not in front of the Hoobaes.” He added as I only shrugged and rested my head on the window.

Droplets of rain had started falling from the sky and painting the windows. I can feel my mind shutting off for the night though my body had stayed awake for the journey to our shared apartment. If I had the strength to do it then I would’ve told the driver to drop me off separately though I only kept my eyes half-lidded when we passed the intersection that would’ve taken me to my personal apartment.

The van entered the Hannam The Hill area and with one blink of my eye, we were already in front of our apartment building.

“Taehyung.”

“I’ll talk to him, hyung. Don’t worry.” Taehyung replied as I scratched my brain to think back at what the two were talking about though there was no answer.

Taehyung helped me get out of the van with a hand on my shoulder to help stabilize me as my foot reached the pavement of the sidewalk that led to our apartment building.

“How much did you drink, Jimin ah?” Jin snorted as we entered the elevator together. His eyes roamed my figure on the reflection of the elevator doors as I left him with nothing but silence as my answer. I would’ve said three bottles or maybe raised three fingers, but that was too much effort for my body right now. I wanted to lay in bed and immediately sleep the night away.

We entered our apartment and I managed to loosen the strings of my sneakers before kicking them off without a care. I knew I’d regret creasing my new Nikes the next day, but I seriously couldn’t think straight and I just wanted my bed.

I walked past the entrance hallway ahead of everyone else trying to remove their shoes and engaging in light conversations. I’d apologize to them for kicking aside their shoes that littered the area near the entrance tomorrow.

I turned right and flipped the light switch on before walking straight past our dining area and living room to open the door to the room me and Hobi shared. It only took a few steps to the bed closer to the large windows before I flopped belly down on the mattress and closed my eyes for the night. With my head dizzy, stomach airy, and throat just ever so slightly burning from the alcohol earlier, I finally got to rest my eyes only planning on waking up when all six members dragged me out to practice the next morning.

That would be the plan if I hadn’t woken up to Taehyung shaking me awake.

It must’ve only been a few minutes since I thought I had fallen asleep. I could hear the bathroom shower running, and I could only guess that Hobi was taking a more sensible route to ending his night with a good hot shower.

Taehyung was gesturing for me to sit up before he pulled my coat off my back. I had forgotten to take it off earlier. He handed me a glass of water to drink and it immediately cooled the slight burning sensation that was on my throat.

“Sober up a little before sleeping. I heard it’s bad for you.” Taehyung warned as my eyelids continued to fall as I sat in the middle of my bed.

“That’s stupid.” Drinking always helped me fall asleep. I wanted to add, though it was too much effort and I just wanted to be left alone to rest.

“Hey, at least I was more productive than you drinking away. I actually got to ask for Areum’s Instagram account from Beomgyu.” Taehyung sent me a smug smirk as he saw my eyelids actually putting up a good effort in not falling.

That name alone brought a whole new sobriety to me. It managed to reboot my brain into turning on and thinking again despite the alcohol pumping through my veins.

“I was going to tease you all night and make you do my bidding for it, but you just look so sad.” He said it so plainly that I thought it was a joke though with one glance at his face and a half-sober mind, I can tell by the slight frown on his lips that it was in fact true.

“You look like a puppy who lost his owner. It is not a good look on you, trust me.” Taehyung regained his teasing tone as he walked towards the small table under our room’s TV and picked up an old t-shirt and shorts that I had worn earlier.

“So I’ll just give it to you with no exchange. Maybe it’ll put some ease in your mind to know that she seems to be doing well for herself. Though who knows, you might not even remember it by tomorrow morning.” Taehyung shrugged before he tossed me my change of clothes and walked towards the door with a hand ready to twist the knob and leave me confused and dazed though he turned his head around to me and parted his lips and with a tone that was similar to kids telling each other's secrets, he whispered…

“areumimakeup on ig.”

Part of me wished Taehyung had never told me about her Instagram account. Then maybe I would’ve actually fallen asleep due to the alcohol in my system and not laying wide awake staring at the alarm clock on the shared bedside table.

The lamp on it had been the only thing I’d been staring at other than the time on the clock. Hobi was already fast asleep facing the other direction, and as far as I can tell no one had made a sound in the living room for the past hour.

My hopes of getting rest for the night were slowly fading into a possibility of staying up all night to feel the alcohol wash away. It was already 2:14 in the morning and I hadn’t had a single thought of falling asleep for the past hour. Damned Taehyung and stupidly giving me the curiosity of checking Areum’s Instagram account.

I didn’t even have a proper Instagram account. I had only downloaded it once when curiosity knocked on my door about the supposed hype about the app. However, I quickly grew too bored and busy to check it and uninstalled it not a week later.

My burner account was probably still there somewhere. Perhaps I can remember the password and take a glance at Areum’s account. Though why would I rack my brain for a password I knew I wouldn’t remember when I can always make another one? I have plenty of burner email accounts to make one. Perhaps I remember the old one and request to reset its password… What if I reached out through—

I stopped my thoughts as I sat up in bed with little grace though Hobi seemed to still be deep in REM sleep. A luxury I wished I was in.

I silently stood up and exited the room to be faced with the dark living room. I approached the room control system on the partition wall separating the living room and the dining area. I clicked for the lights to turn to a slightly dimmer warm lighting and for the heater to do its job at a faster pace as I could feel a shiver running up my spine.

Despite my heavy head, I still managed to walk my bare feet across the white large tiles to the kitchen to get myself another bottle of soju and a bowl of Honey Butter Chips. It was definitely a bad idea to eat junk so late. I’d probably curse myself for bloating in the morning though Soju and chips were the only thing that was actively stopping me from jumping on my phone and installing Instagram.

I walked to the living room and sat on the brown L-shaped couch. I placed my drink and snack on the coffee table before I pulled out my phone from my shorts pocket.

I figured using the TV would only wake up Hobi and the other members, so I decided to turn my phone on and find something to watch there instead. I already gone through half my bottle of soju when I finally chose something to watch though. I left my phone screen to play on the couch as I stood up and went to the fridge to get myself another bottle of Soju, promising myself that this would be the last.

I sat back down on the couch. Focusing on how the alcohol tasted more than what happened to the show I was watching. I found myself wanting just one more bottle of Soju though I had to control myself as I stood up and cleaned up my mess.

We still have a lot of promotions to do tomorrow, I really need to control myself. Though I wasn’t feeling tired yet. I washed up the bowl and dried it before I just stood in place in the middle of the kitchen, staring at my phone.

It wasn’t a good idea, though no one would know until I told them so what harm can it do?

I took my phone in my hands and pushed aside the floor-length light gray curtains before opening the sliding doors to our recessed balcony. The cold breeze engulfed me in its embrace though the warmth in my stomach from the alcohol was enough for me to take a step through the door.

Hannam the Hill always looked so peaceful and quiet at night. Thanks to its high-security protocols, everyone is in a tight safety net from possible outside threats. This meant we were in our own little bubble from the rest of Seoul. Though we were still a bit annoyed at how Hannam strictly controls the people who have access to it, mostly because some of our favorite food deliveries were blocked or had difficulty entering, we still understood their reasons and respected them for it but it’s more a hassle when we ask our staff to buy it themselves before handing out food to us.

I sat on the wooden bench on our balcony. The rain had slightly moistened the cushions though thanks to the recessed style of our balcony, nothing was wet. I could hear a Gecko croak at the far distance just from how silent and peaceful it was. I could’ve fallen asleep there and then though my curiosity was biting at every nerve I had and I simply had to let it win just for this night.

I glanced down at the phone screen on my hand and the Instagram app was already reinstalled. I clicked on it and entered to Sign in one of my emails. I chose a random username and skipped every other step in making an account. I had one agenda only and I wanted to make it quick to avoid wasting more of my time not resting.

I clicked on the search bar guessing the spelling of what Taehyung told me and it came up with only one account.

@Areumimakeup_on_ig

I didn’t know what I was really expecting. She was a makeup artist and her username had already suggested that her page was all about her makeup.

Taehyung was right. She was doing well for herself. She even had her own website and her makeup techniques seemed to garner a lot of attention. It brought a smile to my face scrolling along her works and seeing remnants of her past tendencies when she did my makeup before. It truly warmed my heart when I clicked on her followers and showed all 5,000 clients with different ethnicities and skin types.

How long has she been doing makeup professionally? She did a good job on the TXT members' makeup earlier. So I wonder how long she had to build up the portfolio to apply for HYBE.

I stopped scrolling through her followers and instead clicked her following list.

She was following brands and of course her employers, BigHit and HYBE. Then I reached the part of the list that had other makeup artists and other company staff. Then I reached a certain name that I had been carefully scanning for.

I knew I’d find it though it took me a second to click on the account. Wasn’t this stalking? Yeah, most probably but no one has to know.

I clicked on the familiar name of Areum’s younger sister. It was funny that they didn’t even hide their identities with their usernames though they didn’t have a reason to. They shouldn’t adjust their social media activity because of a stalker.

@ahhhnahhh_seong

Skimming through the pictures, it nearly brought tears to my eyes from how much Ahnna has grown since the last time I saw her. She is seventeen now, and is much different from the ten year old I said goodbye to when I left for Seoul.

Her posts were mostly miscellaneous without a filter. She showed her school and things like going out with friends and Areum. I can tell that they’re really close just from the pictures alone.

One picture had all three of the Seong siblings. They all seemed relatively close and well. Aaron is 27 now and Areum is 24.

I scrolled up higher as I enjoyed the looks of their happy faces and different backgrounds. They weren’t only staying in New York, but they’ve also gone around the States on a regular basis. I wonder if they had other estates outside of New York.

This post alone had brought all my thoughts to a silence. It washed my mind and a few of my questions earlier had been somewhat answered. A relief washed over me, as though I can finally let myself rest since my mind had finally calmed down from its questions.

Ahnna and Areum flew to Seoul on the 30th of November. Was Aaron with them? Were their parents here too? I don’t know, but that wasn’t the biggest bother in my mind anymore. Seeing Ahnna’s personal account had finally eased everything I had tried to bury under alcohol.

Here I was thinking Areum and I might’ve seen each other earlier when we danced in New York Times Square for Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve, when Areum was really just in Seoul the entire time.

I was foolish to think I could finally rest knowing that Areum’s trip to Seoul was fully voluntary and not under worrisome situations. But of course, Ahnna just had to tag Areum’s personal account on her latest post.

I couldn’t stop my fingers from clicking at the tag and opening a more private page with Areum’s personal posts and not just for her career.

I really shouldn’t, but the opportunity was right in front of me, served on a silver plate, just begging for me to take it.

Her feed showed her close bond with her siblings just like Ahnna’s feed. I can see pictures from different states and another angle of their arrival at Incheon Airport.

Another set of questions answered.

It really was only Areum and Ahnna arriving at Seoul on the 30th and Aaron just joined them after. Was Mr and Mrs Seong there too? Were they still here or did they go back already? Did they visit Busan already? Eomma would be so elated to see Mrs.Seong again.

I can feel my stomach turn airy again. Something deep inside me had definitely known that the airy feeling in my stomach wasn’t from anything I ate or did. It was always just her. Though that airy feeling had turned into a churning sensation when I took a second glance at the caption.

Did she really know about BTS? About me? Did she come back for me?

Though I was only proven stupidly out of my mind when I scrolled to the second photo.

I shut off my phone with a sigh. Fog colored the air I breathed out as I realized just how cold it was. I couldn’t believe that I had spent half an hour just scrolling through their posts. I couldn’t believe myself for staying up so late even though my head was already killing me.

I stood up and hugged myself as I walked back inside with a few stumbles. I turned off the lights and finally got to lay in my bed to rest my eyelids. Eyelids that should’ve been resting three hours ago…

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