#So I responded but he was a) fucking annoying and b) there's a dick pic in the album. Just think he's an icon for that one

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[id: a received Grindr text saying "I'm at home, I'm sitting"]

This is still so funny to me lol. Funniest response to what are you doing. Soo true bestie.

#I'm at home. I'm sitting #Soo true bestie #The guy sent me an album and I didn't know how to click through the album and like just saw the first pic there #So I responded but he was a) fucking annoying and b) there's a dick pic in the album. Just think he's an icon for that one #I was like I'm making breakfast wbu #I also think some of these men don't know what trans means??? Like???? Why would you put your gender as trans men when like. #You're just not

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it’s a match!

title: it’s a match! pairing: johnny seo/reader genre: tinder!au/photographer!au summary: ten has a slight obsession with his newest dating app: tinder. it is only convenient that he gets his single friends into it. johnny, personally, thinks of it as a way to release stress and get a good laugh, but when one of his tinder matches ends up being one of his clients, things suddenly change for the two of them. type: fluff note: thank you to si-chengs here on tumblr (goddamn tumblr and not letting me tag people dAMN) for editing this picture and helping me with my fic’s header. you’re the real mvp, ily<3 all credits for this edit go to her!

It’s when Johnny Seo gets bored that his best friend gets the worst of ideas.

Dongyoung, the third part of their group of friends, is more intelligent and less chill than he is, so he always says no to Ten’s ideas, but Johnny finds that having just that slightest bit of newness in life isn’t so wrong after all. It is a Sunday night and the fan of his apartment is blowing the papers of the notebook he is supposed to be reading for some presentation he has at work, but instead, he is lost in his phone trying to find a new app to download. Sure, social media is fine—a great distraction method to keep him scrolling and scrolling, watching videos of food he wants to eat, writing direct messages to the friends he can’t see personally anymore and of course, going into the deepest parts of the web that shows things that he would like to un-see. Maybe, in a good day, he gets a good cat video. But it is a Sunday, a boring one at that, and as he keeps scrolling through Instagram all he sees are the same set of pictures. Food. Pictures of his cousins. Old funny pictures.

A whiff of a cologne that is too sweet for anyone’s liking, but extremely expensive, indicates the entrance of Ten. Johnny does not know what his roommate was doing previously, he feels like Ten told him, but his mind can’t quite wrap around it. With an elongated groan as he throws his head back on the sofa’s headrest, he sees that Ten is drying his hair with a towel, shirt disregarded somewhere, new pants highlighting his waist and he, altogether, looks put together and…better than he does when at home.

Not only that, but Ten is smiling at his phone. He does smile often, of course, a machine of jokes and a lot of teasing, but Ten very rarely has that cheesy smile. The type of smile he gives to the people he wants to sleep with, or go out on a date with in a special occasion. His lips quirk up a little bit less, his cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink and he quirks one of his eyebrows, almost as if in awe, the excitement and thrill of flirting getting the best of him. “What are you doing?” Johnny asks, looking down at his basketball shorts to see a mustard stain at the very edge. Fuck, he had eaten a burger earlier and somehow, he has a stain now.

“Talking to my Tinder match.”

Tinder, Johnny recognizes the name of the app, and he would have smiled if only he wasn’t so bored. He remembers the night when Ten first mentioned it, saying that he had the hook-up of his life thanks to a Tinder match, and he did not even have to talk all that much. Soon after, Dongyoung had visited them and Ten had somehow convinced Dongyoung to create an account. It didn’t last long, considering Ten had tried to explain the ‘art of being a seductive man without sending dick-pics’ and Dongyoung immediately took his phone away from the man and deleted the app.

Dating apps are not his thing. Dongyoung and dating sounds impossible, too, he is just…Kim Dongyoung. In Johnny’s eyes, he is a single mother that loves watching reality shows and listening to pop songs.

Johnny doesn’t care. Yet, here he is—bored and curious, entertained by the sight of Ten being happy, ready for his night out. “Oh,” He says first before sighing. “Is Tinder fun?”

His black haired roommate looks up from his phone, locks it and puts it inside his pants before rummaging through the small pile of clothes he has in the living room from the laundry he just did that morning. He is just too tired to put it in his closet, or rather, too busy. “Yeah, I guess, for lazy people who are just too tired to look for someone or…people who don’t know how to look for someone.” Ten clicks his tongue when he finds just the shirt he wants, pulling the fabric of the sweater over his body, speaking through the action. “Not for someone like you. You actually look like you can get dates.”

Johnny tilts his head to one side, then the other. “I can…and I do…” His confidence doesn’t falter, and Ten shrugs his shoulders, but before his roommate could get too far away, he stretches his hand to grip Ten’s wrist. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t create an ironic Tinder account. Just for the laughs, you know.”

Whether Ten thinks about it for a second or two, or not, is not noticeable. The motion he does to get beside Johnny on the couch is quick, taking Johnny’s phone from his hands and immediately downloading the app. It is as if he only wanted to have more of his friends getting into the world of online dating, and maybe it is a really good choice, just like how it can be a bad one. “Yeah, that’s what I said and now I can’t get out of it.”

“That’s because you don’t like putting a lot of effort into relationships.”

His friend huffs at that. “That’s right…” He confesses, moving his fingers across the screen as he searches for a set of pictures. “I don’t want to hit it up with a selfie first, it’d look like you don’t have any friends—oh, maybe not one of the professional pictures you have either, you’d look like a catfish.” Johnny’s cheek is pressed against the sofa, looking at Ten’s doings with little to no interest. All he wants to do is annoy some people, not particularly get some classes from a self-proclaimed love master. The warmth of the room is more palpable by the closeness of her friend and the scent of his cologne is giving him a headache. “I think this picture of you is perfect.”

Johnny looks at that one picture he had taken driving a fake car in some arcade and he smiles. It shows his personality, taking himself seriously when he is funny, but also living his life like he doesn’t care. The picture would give the thought of someone who doesn’t care about what people around him think. “Oh, oh, can we add one of those descriptions people have on Tinder?”

“You kind of have to.” Ten mumbles and then he picks a few other pictures randomly before clearing his throat. “What do you want in your bio?” Before Johnny could respond, Ten speaks over him. It is a habit of his, to always think he knows everything, and to add a little bit of mischief to everything he does. “I think something like ‘Johnny, knows two languages and can speak the language of love’ would be pretty ironic.”

Johnny pushes his plump lips up, rosy like buds and a little bit chapped. Instead of working on his Tinder profile, he should be hydrating himself and probably preparing dinner. “Too lame for me,” He says. “I am thinking more of ‘this is a picture of me driving, and I can drive you crazy.’”

“And you call my idea lame?” Ten questions, squinting his eyes with the action before shrugging his shoulders. It is not like he cares all that much about Johnny’s active dating lifestyle. “Okay, so…this is a picture of me driving. I know how to drive a car and…” The shorter man starts typing on the screen before that part is completed. “Anything else?” Johnny shakes his head, a lazy smile plastered on his face when Ten adds a few other bits of information before delivering his phone back.

“Is that all?” The taller asks and Ten licks his lips before nodding his head. He doesn’t say much, simply asks if he looks alright, something that Johnny confirms just before diving in the complexities of Tinder.

If the story is ever told from someone’s point of view other than his, it might sound extremely biased, but Johnny did exactly what would be considered wrong in Tinder: swiping right for everyone just to play around. Not in the sense of hook-ups, or maybe yes, but after he actually has some fun with it. All he wants to do is confuse people, and that is what he does. Whenever someone sends him a message, he responds with the most obnoxious and teasing of texts, pretending to be different types of stupid people with every person.

Really, he came up with a variety of characters. The conceited rich kid that thinks he’s better than everyone else. The guy who is into questionable shit. That one guy that can’t spell things correctly and probably ends up in some Instagram page, or YouTube video. Johnny has the time of his life, barely realizing that Ten goes out with a wave of his hand and a smile that speaks cheekiness. Everything that rolls through Johnny’s mind is making the dull night into something better.

Then, his eyes settle on a person that had matched him, realizing that that one brain-cell that keeps him making fun of people in the Tinder app suddenly becomes aware of what it is. A dating app, perhaps not the best of creations to some, but he could use it for what it really is. He sees the woman in the picture, dark lipstick coating her lips, eyelashes thick with mascara and a pouty look in her picture that she took of herself that had Johnny looking at the rest of the pictures she had displayed. Gorgeous body, deserving of all the praise in the world with how she makes his heart race in the matter of seconds, biting his bottom lip as he ponders, wonders, questions what to say because he doesn’t really want to ruin this opportunity.

The good thing about Johnny is that he knows he is funny, and he uses that to his advantage, so with an opening joke he starts the conversation. Only a few seconds pass by and he receives a thoughtful emotion before a small: “Sorry, didn’t understand the joke, hah.” shows up on his phone. Johnny hisses to himself, trying not to cringe at his own stupidity before typing once again.

“Bad joke, my bad.” He continues. “What’s up, gorgeous?” Apparently, he wants to be as direct as he can be and that has always served him in real life. Dating apps might be a little bit different, but he can always turn things to go his way.

It takes a few minutes for her to respond, and Johnny takes that time to make himself a sandwich, swiping mayonnaise on the bread as he looks at his phone and luckily for him, she answers as quick as possible. “Doing homework. You?”

Johnny smiles to himself. A difficult one, but there is not much of a dare that can go over who Johnny Seo is, so he tries again. “Eating a sandwich. Mine are the best, I wish you could try them.” Not that she would realize it is a lie, because the bland sandwich with some chicken leftovers from earlier and mayonnaise is not really what he calls a good sandwich, but one, she did not need to know that, and two, it’s just a bad day for his will to make something good.

“Some guys would invite me out to dinner…and you invite me to have a sandwich.” A bunch of laughing emoticons follow soon after and Johnny takes a bite of his sandwich before licking his lips clean.

“Glad to stand out thanks to something, then.” Johnny replies and then, he types her name in the form of a question. “Sounds like the name of a woman who wouldn’t mind a sandwich for dinner, with some candles to make it all romantic.”

The response has him laughing as he leans back on the counter, his back a little hunched in the small space that Ten dares to call a kitchen. The apartment is nicely decorated, thanks to Ten’s money and touch when picking furniture, but the size of the apartment is made for people around Ten’s height, not exactly Johnny’s. Although, he does not consider himself all that tall. His apartment is made for tiny people, is what he likes to say. “Johnny sounds like the name of a guy who could do better. Try again.”

“I’m joking.” He says.

“I knew so.” Her response has a small laugh at the end that makes it flirty, and he can imagine her, probably trying to find something to distract her from the meticulous task. “That’s what caught my attention from your profile: your sense of humor.”

“Not my dashing good looks?”

“Yeah, those work, too.”

“So, what are we doing for our date?”

The texts come quickly, as if she has completely forgotten about the fact that she has homework to do. Perhaps an essay that is halfway done, or some project that needs too much glue and colors. All he knows is that he doesn’t really mind, but he should. “You’re already asking me out on a date?” Before Johnny can reply, she continues her text. “I like the sun and fresh juice, so that’s for you to pick.”

Luckily for Johnny, he knows a good place by the beach and it sells the best food he has tried in a while, so he sends her the name of said restaurant and much to his surprise, she recognizes it. Johnny thinks that the moon has always orbited to get to where he wants it to be, never too high, never too low, always perfect to downcast over him. Perhaps, he did it for fun—to create a Tinder account, but Johnny always gets blessed by an opportunity that he knows how to take. In this case, he has a day, an hour and a person to take care of.

All he knows is that Ten is right. No strings attached and also a place to joke around with people? Tinder might have gotten a good place in his heart, by now.

That can be shown through the midnight talk he has with her, getting to know this stranger that has a smirk on his face. Johnny is assured he will have a nice time.

Movies do tend to exaggerate things, quite obviously. Put a scriptwriter, creative but in the cliché sense that leaves people with a handful of movies that are clearly similar, with a director that has a set image on how to show things and a cameraperson, along with a producer and many other staff members that set up a good film. Most are not good, quite clearly, but it all depends on tastes. There are tropes that are overused, like how in rom-coms the meeting of two people tends to be in slow motion, with shared stares that hold interest, palms that join in a calloused touch before going into the full hug. Some kisses are lame, others are more passionate, some don’t even include kisses just to leave people hanging.

Or even worse, some thrillers paint situations like the ones he is in as the start of a never-ending set of events that leave people twisted like a pastry of sorts, but that is not the case. He is in the very public, slightly crowded restaurant, watching his phone as he sits at one of the woodened tables, the open space and the sound of the sea leaving a smile to his face, though it is not visible, but not all happiness needs to be shown like a Las Vegas sign in the middle of the night. She is not there, of course, but he remembers all the things—or most of them—she had told him in the week they had been talking for. He knows what her major is, what she works as, some of her music tastes, her favorite movie and a handful of her flirty remarks. The attraction in there, though not palpable, vivid, trembling, asking to be touched, to be marked, to be an existing occurrence of popular behalf. All they need to do is act up on it, on the promises in between cheeky sentences, and the kisses that they have yet to share.

Or not, that is the good thing about a date—you finally confirm just how real the things people said are. Johnny is good at reading people, so he thinks, not good enough to judge, but just the perfect amount of right to know what he needs to get involved in. He looks at his phone once again, reading a text that says she is on his way, but that was already fifteen minutes ago.

Not to say that Johnny is impatient, but he might be.

Awkwardly, he taps his foot against the flooring, his white t-shirt and shorts seeming good for a day at the beach, but not quite for a date. Does he care? Maybe at the depth of his thoughts, but he knows he looks good. Black hair parted in the middle, sunglasses covering his eyes in style, lips rosy thanks to chap-stick. All he needs is the title of the hot bodyguard in a movie, not that he is a good actor to start with, in his own opinion.

When he meets her, it’s not one of those slow motion moments. She doesn’t walk to him in counted steps, quite the contrary, she rushes and pushes her hair away from her face, the summery dress she is wearing leaving a little bit to the imagination, flowy and floral-y in the most perfect of ways. Johnny is awestruck, seeing her dark lipstick changed to a sweet coat of pink, eyes sparkly instead of filled with passion. Although, she is visually a goddess in disguise, Johnny can say that there is absolutely cuteness to her, one that he would have never thought she had. A messy smile when she sits down, apologizes before she can even say her greetings, and she flinches a bit when she accidentally touches his naked calves under the table with the tip of her foot. She says a lot, rushes through the words, loses that title of an Incubus as he had thought of her, and suddenly becomes the sweet, old, romantic Cupid.

She looks up from the menu splayed on the woodened table, blinks softly before releasing a smile that has Johnny returning it. There is not enough beauty he can hold, so he wants to give her back what she does to his fluttering feelings, the emotions that come with a first date. “I don’t mind. I know traffic was heavy today.” The nervousness dissipates from her face and for a moment, he realizes the flustered expression she holds is adorable enough to remember. One leg crossed over the other, she responds.

“I am sorry. I tend to ramble and…either way,” She cuts herself off before interlocking her fingers together. He knows she is studying him, from the way her eyes rake up and down his features. For a moment, she looks at his biceps, swallows hard and smiles softly. “I’m glad you’re real, Johnny, I thought you were going to be an old man that wants to have a sugar baby.”

He doesn’t know much about the terms, or he didn’t, until Ten decided to teach him the wicked ways of Tinder. Johnny is surprised, to say the least, present because he continues to be and he chuckles at the thought of a fidgety woman that stands by the restaurant looking for the man in the pictures she saw. “You’re pleased with what you see, then?”

When he thinks of it, it is a flirty comment to start the date right, to give her a big green flag that indicates he is up for a few kisses, some caresses, and whatever that leads to, but she seems flustered. Biting down on her bottom lip, she looks at the menu and trails her nail over it before pressing her palm to her face. “I, uh…you’re starting off strong, aren’t you?”

“Go hard, or go home.”

“That’s so frat boy of you.”

“You know I’m not a frat boy.”

She flutters her eyelashes, leaning her head on her palm and sighing. “Talk to me about photography and I’ll trust you on that.”

Johnny quirks an eyebrow, interested, leaning forward on his elbows and soon after, he speaks. “Alright, alright…” He repeats, trails his voice in a way that has her looking down at his lips. “But invite me to a drink first.” He feigns innocence, pressing one hand to his chest and making her chuckle.

“Passion fruit juice sounds great to you?”

Johnny widens his eyes comically. “Passion fruit?” He asks, highlighting the word in a way that has her throwing her head back in laughter. “We’re going for passion here. Whew, what a wild card we have right over here—”

She tilts her head to the side, shaking her head before licking her lips. “I’m hungry. Stop trying to make me flustered.”

Johnny says something before calling the waiter over. “I don’t think I’m trying. I know I am trying and succeeding, let me tell you.”

“Oh my God, stop!”

The perfect time comes from spending it with someone so human, the title becomes a compliment. He loves the way her eyes twinkle when she smiles, or how she likes to control her laughter at the beginning of the date until she is comfortable. All he wants to do is make her feel as gorgeous as he thinks she is, he wants to be able to sugarcoat her, show her just how interested he is, and see where that leads to.

He is absentmindedly hinting at something called a one-night stand, term widely known because of its unromantic use of something called intimate by some people. No strings attached, rules set in a game that a lot of people take part of nowadays. There is this one friend, a photographer as well but a much more well-known one, that had given him a better explanation of what he thought was a one-night stand. A night to stand someone, to be and not to be at the same time, to become what has no name and understand it. Johnny knows it might be too fast, and if it doesn’t happen, he won’t be mad—he had a good date, a nice talk and a lot of laughter in only one afternoon, but he wouldn’t be angry if she told him she was interested in such thing.

Pink and orange, orange and pink, made for one another when put together in a sunset. The breeze is soft against their skins, her hands fidgety in front of her body, his eyes constantly looking at her—staring, even, because he doesn’t want to forget just how beautiful she is. Or maybe, he knows just how flustered he is making her. Johnny pushes some hair away from his face as he speaks. “…And yeah, my friend Ten owns this beach house, which is insane.”

“And you’re taking me there?”

“Let’s just pretend for a few hours that I am this rich, magnate guy that promises you all the diamond rings in the world.” Johnny comments, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and leading her to the entrance of Ten’s getaway place. Just like everything he owns, it is nicely decorated but this beach house is a lot less used. Johnny just had to give him some pictures for an advertisement he was making on his Instagram account and he got the keys to the house once a year. “I had to take pictures of him for some clothing line that wanted to sponsor him just to get the keys.”

She smiles at that, watching as he opens the door with neat movements. “Should I feel honored that you brought me here, then?”

“You should. I always say no to Ten because he is very picky with his pictures, but I did it because I wanted you to look at this.” Just by that moment, he opens the door to the beach house and a gasp leaves her lips, only to cover them soon after. Indeed, Ten’s house is minimalistic but perfectly put in place with shades of gray and charcoal black, with a few doors and a few dots of white in decorations here and there to give some contrast. It is clean enough to look like a dollhouse. “Someone comes here to clean it every three days. I don’t know why he doesn’t live here. It would be the dream, but he’s too much of a city guy.”

“I have always loved the beach.” She says. “This is…wow, you actually took some pictures just to take me here?”

“Yep.” Johnny closes the door before tossing the keys on the coffee table. She spends her time looking around the place, bringing a smile to his face with how precious she looks when seeing things for the first time. Her expressions are, indeed, one of the best he has ever seen. “I bought some movies and snacks,” He starts as he opens a drawer on the table that holds the TV before shaking the bag of chips on one of his hands, holding the movie with the other. “You don’t have anything else to do after this, right?”

“Don’t think so.” She replies, watching as Johnny starts putting up the movie for them to watch. It is probably a comedy movie, only to bring some joy to their date—more than how amazing it had been—and with a soft gush of a breath, she plops down on the couch. He feels her staring, her eyes raking up and down his back, one good look at his bottom and then, back again at the back of his head. “Uh…I know this is not the time to say this, but…I kind of, I mean—I had never gone out on a Tinder date, and I know I sounded way flirtier than I am, so…I hope I didn’t make things awkward?”

Johnny chuckles from his spot, picking up the remote and turning on the TV before rushing to her side. One arm splayed around her shoulders and his eyes looking into hers are the response she gets before she speaks. Genuine, kind, flirty. “You’re doing great, sweetie.”

“…I have never had a date of mine quoting Kris Jenner.” Though a chuckle gives away just how funny she finds him and Johnny grins back.

“I’m feeling very special.”

He would not necessarily say that he likes to corrupt people, because he is a nice guy—and pretty much the best friend a person he could find, but there is something that makes him feel excited of seeing a side of her that no one else expects to see. She is a goddess from the moment someone sees her, but she doesn’t control thunder or the sea, her weapon is as strong as a giggle, the gleam behind her eyes, something that shows just how she views life, and Johnny finds himself thinking about those things throughout the movie.

One moment is all it takes to share a kiss, just like how one second is enough to break the doings of an entire date, but Johnny has always known how to take his chances and only thirty minutes later, he does what he had been planning all night. His lips press to her, tasting a bit like the salty chips they just had, swollen from the spiciness and making her sigh against them when she rests her hands over his chest. Suddenly, it makes sense, it feels right, everything seems like that one book with five-hundred pages that ends in the most fulfilling way.

His hands are at her waist, the ring he decided to wear seeping its coldness through the fabric of her dress. He wants to tease, needs to smile when pulling away briefly before diving in once again. He is aware of what he is doing, how she pushes her body forward to be met by his chest, the way her hands cup his jaw to bring him to one side just to deepen the kiss. It tastes like the strings that are not tied, like the sun and the moon meeting at the hour of the sunset, but only for a brief moment before they have to let go.

It is not a surprise that she runs his fingers through his hair and he begins to lay her down slowly on the couch, placing his hands on the back of her thighs before speaking against her lips. His eyes are half closed, his black hair made a mess and the gloss she had reapplied is smeared across his lips. “Are you alright with this?”

She looks over to the side, biting her bottom lip and trailing her hands underneath his shirt to touch his skin. “I want you.”

Johnny smirks at that, leaning forward to kiss her lips and bite down on her bottom one to receive a soft breath. “I like how that sounds.” He stands up with his hands on the back of her thighs, bringing her up with him and she squeals at the action, making him smile when she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his slender waist. “W-What?” He asks in between chuckles and she joins in the laughter.

“Are you sure you can hold me up?” She questions and Johnny nods his head, feeling as she rests her head on his shoulder.

“Let me be romantic, all romance movies have this moment.” The sentence makes her laugh as he lays down on the bed quickly, his elbow and forearm resting on one side of her head and the other reaching for her waist as he kisses her once again, dreamy but not quite, passionate but with enough amount of comfort. Johnny is one hell of a man, she discovers that night, eager to make her feel like the protagonist of a romance movie.

Only, that movies don’t last more than three hours and after a while, she has to go back with the silent promise of never seeing each other again.

“You slept with someone you met on Tinder?!”

Groups of friends should be able to confide in one another, but she doesn’t trust most of her friends. The shrilling scream that leaves her friend’s lips make her cling to the edge of the table from the restaurant she is having dinner at, and she looks up with the most blank expression she can muster. She has not told anyone, not even her closest friend that is at the table, it is a secret—or was, naturally—kept to herself. In retrospect, she thinks her sex life should never be put out there, much less does she have to talk about which apps she uses to get dates, or how far those dates go. Then again, the surprise in her friend’s tone is to be expected, because she had never slept with someone so quickly before.

But then Johnny came along, and he wasn’t the typical flirty boy that covered everything in a coat of pretty pale shades to indicate more than it really was. Johnny was transparent, enough to let her know from the beginning that he obviously wanted something to do with her, and not only that, but he also lived up to the expectations she had for him. It is not something that she would say out loud, but his presence and sense of humor, along with his overall nice personality, was what had given her the push to sleep with him. Be damned social concepts of purity and respect, if she wanted him and he wanted her, there was nothing wrong with that.

The problem is that her friends do not need to know, and her Tinder account is long forgotten after that encounter. The least she wants is to have her friends knowing that she had gotten bored and created a Tinder account, and actually put it to use to get ‘dicked down’, as some would say. She takes a sip of her water, presses her lips together to swallow before sighing. “That’s nonsense. You know I would never create a Tinder account. I’m not like that.”

Not that there is anything wrong with it, but she can’t seem to accept it. It brings her some kind of embarrassment, perhaps because she has a conception of how her friends react to deals like the ones she is in right now. Hyori, the friend that had spoken on the first place, pouts as she sits back down to take a long sip of her Soju. “B-But…Daniel told us that you had a Tinder profile.”

Daniel is not there, so she might as well lie.  Or not. “…I said I’m not the type to do it, not that I didn’t do it.”

Caught in her own lie, thanks to Hyori and Daniel, she tries to hide her own lies behind a spoonful of food. “So you had sex with someone you barely even knew?!”

The other eyes in the room settle upon her and all that she can seem to think about is hide the embarrassment that she knows shows through her face and mainly, come up with any excuse at that given time. “Uh…no…that’s—that’s none of your business, Hyori.”

But her friend persists. “Ooh, someone did the Devil’s Old Tango.”

She cringes at the sound of Hyori’s tone, lowering herself on her seat and eating more. Throughout her life, she thinks she has been a little bit selective with the people she ends up dating, or going out on dates with. It is not exactly that she has not dated enough, because she has, but she thinks only a few people are worth her time. Is it stupid that most people have lowered their standards because someone is not willing to try anymore? It is. She thinks she is worthy of some trying, of someone who is able to dive in completely, not keep one foot out of the water just in case. And Johnny was that to her, he put the cards on the table and showed which game he wanted to play. It only so happened that her mind had the option to decide between two things: sleeping with Johnny and taking her chance, or simply forgetting about it. She insisted on the first one, and she was pleasantly surprised. “Stop.”

One of her friends also asks Hyori to stop, but the woman sighs with a happy smile on her face. “How was he?”

“Hyori, I won’t talk about it—”

“Show me a picture of him.”

The second most serious person at the table, Choonhe, takes Hyori by the arm and pulls her to the side. “Hey, leave her alone.” With one touch to her cheeks with the back of her hand, she feels how hot her skin is. A part of her thinks that her main problem with talking about Johnny Seo is that she doesn’t really want to make anything public. Johnny is that one secret she likes to keep to herself, because it is hers in a way—like that one song she likes enough to only listen to it from time to time. It is a nice memory, a flutter of a flower she doesn’t get to see often, and it is her will to keep it a secret. “By the way, does anyone want to order more hot wings? I’m still hungry.”

Now that the attention is off her, she can start losing herself in her thoughts. It is stupid, how she simply kept Johnny’s number in her phone but she decided to delete the app. Tinder was a way of spending her time at first, but Johnny caught her attention—for once, he was not creepy, and he was a little bit more like her type. It would be stupid of her to try with someone else, knowing that Johnny had already put her expectations too high…and she doesn’t think she is ready for another one-night stand.

Sometimes, she ponders if he thinks about her, too.

But it is unlikely, people like him, who think of hook ups as a better way of loving normally don’t miss people, much less do they think about them twice. Although, the world is a tiny place and maybe, just less likely than other chances, she will get to meet up with Johnny once again.

Him, made to make her blush, to enchant her, to be the only one living in her brain for the time being.

Her, surprised by the fact that Johnny Seo is incomparable in some way. Even better than some of her past relationships, who tried a little too hard, but Johnny got her wrapped around his little finger with just one date. A few texts. Of course, a million smiles thrown her way.

“Hey, hey!” Hyori calls out from her spot, patting her friend on the arm various times. “You’re blushing, sis. Tell me all about it!”

That’s when she knows Johnny is someone she can’t take out of her brain so easily.

“Jaeho! Look up here!”

Dongyoung has a type of patience that Johnny wishes to have. It shows in Johnny’s work; a photographer whom had once dreamed of taking pictures for magazines like Vogue, or even going as far of being a concert photographer, but he ended up taking pictures of whoever goes to the store he works at. Dongyoung is not particularly a photographer, per say, but Johnny needed someone that helped him with people when he was trying to come up with the perfect picture, and while adults did not need that much attention, kids did. At this point, Johnny knows that Dongyoung is excellent at making babies look into the camera and smile.

Maybe, it is because Dongyoung is holding a teddy bear on top of Johnny’s head and he calls Jaeho’s name cutely, voice a little bit higher, a wide smile on his face, looking a lot less intimidating than Johnny, a person who gets overly frustrated when he can’t take the perfect picture. He does not say it often, but he is thankful of Dongyoung’s doings and how excellent he is with clients.

Jaeho looks up and smiles at the camera, making grabby hands at the teddy bear and Johnny can take the picture with the perfect layout that makes it look professional. That is the best part of his job, turning the store into something incredibly creative, not even leaving to do so. However, as the shutter goes off and he continues to take pictures of the baby, the sound of the front door opening catches his attention but he is too busy to take his gaze away from his camera. “Dongyoung, could you go see who’s out there?”

With a grumble, Dongyoung puts the teddy bear down, saying a small: “On my way.”

Jaeho starts crying immediately, and his parents—two young yet tired looking ones—don’t seem to do anything more than shush him. Johnny puts his camera down, biting on his bottom lip before picking up the teddy bear once again. “Look, look!” He says, waving the teddy bear on one hand and making Jaeho shut his mouth immediately, staring at Johnny with glossy eyes and puffy cheeks. The tall man balances the teddy bear on his shoulder, pressing his cheek against it before holding his camera. “Gimme a smile, come on Jae!”

Dongyoung comes waltzing inside the room once again, smiling widely and taking the toy from Johnny’s shoulder before wiggling it in the air. “You’ll be so happy.”

Johnny grumbles. “Why?”

“Because there’s another baby coming for a photoshoot.”

Not that Johnny hates kids or babies altogether, but there is something that makes him feel fidgety when he takes longer than he should in just one part of his work. With a curt nod, he continues taking pictures, finishing his job with a set of squads to get the perfect angle. Once the couple are gone, Johnny waves happily and then lets out a sigh. He can only pray that the next kid is not this annoying. “Ask for the payment first and then, let them in.”

“Gee, say please at least.”

“Dude, please.”

“That’s better.”

The fact that Johnny has a funny life would, could and will always be a statement. In this case, the moment he fixes his camera, prepares another layout and cracks his knuckles to start working at the entrance of Dongyoung. However, the clients are following soon after him, a set of three women—two adults, and the baby, approximately a one-year-old. Johnny does not think much of the first woman, but the second one has him widening his eyes for a second before a smile appears across his face.

Navy blue is the sweater that covers her frame, cropped, enough to show the waist he got tired of holding during their night together—or not, it’s an exaggeration—. Her legs do look amazing, but what is more interesting is her smile. If smiles could heal the world, hers would be enough to make a book out of the universe. He doesn’t say much, holds his camera and waits until she realizes, but she is too busy holding what he thinks is not her daughter…

A daughter never came into the conversation.

Is that her daughter?

“Good morning. I am here to take some pictures of my nie—” Almost as in cue, she stops talking when she looks at Johnny. The Johnny Seo, that one guy she slept with only three months prior to that moment and that she never talked to ever again. She wishes it would have happened, but conversations always fell short. He was busy, so was she and then, they never really tried. Her sister looks at her, squinting her eyes before clearing her throat.

“That’s my daughter. I want some pink background…since it matches her white dress, and just anything cute and bubbly!” Overly excited she is, and a little bit put off by the way her sister is ogling the photographer, but not that she knows anything about that. Johnny licks his lips, tries to push back his smile before nodding his head.

“Yeah, sure,” Johnny kneels down to prepare the layout and from far away, he swears he hears his one-night stand mumbling something to her sister. He doesn’t say much, just watches from the corner of his eyes as she suddenly gives her niece to her sister and crosses her arms over her chest. Flustered, much more when he catches her staring at the curve of his ass.

Caught on the act. And Johnny is proud of it.

“I, uh, I think I’m going to wait in the car.” She starts but her sister cuts her off.

“No, stay with me.” Whiny she is and that makes her shut her mouth for a second, watching Johnny, catching a glance of Dongyoung that is aware of the tension in the room for some unknown reason and she really wants to get out of there, the photographer can already sense it, but there is some happiness within him just to get to see her again. He fixes his camera, raises his eyebrows and soon after, he’s speaking again.

“Put your daughter down on that little arrangement, on the chair if you want…” He trails his voice, watching as the little baby looks at him out of interest. She’s curious, although a smile does not creep up her face yet.

Dongyoung immediately gets to work, moving his arms around and earning a big toothy grin from the child in front of him. “That’s it, a big smile! She seems sweet.”

The mother, with her arms crossed and a smile on her face, responds: “She is a ray of sunshine, to say the least.”

Johnny bites back the idea of responding ‘maybe, it is in the family’, because the least he wants to sound like at that very moment is like a flirt. He takes a few pictures, investing himself in his work until he feels someone getting closer to him, short steps welcoming the warmth of someone that stands by his side as he does his work. “H-Hi.” is all she can manage to say, or all she thinks about, really. Johnny doesn’t have to look to imagine her flustered expression, the way her lips let out the tiniest of mumbles to talk to him. Dongyoung is invested in a conversation with her sister and he has time to talk to her. “Huh…I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I’m a photographer.”

“I thought there were plenty in the city.”

Johnny smiles, biting his bottom lip and snapping his fingers to get the baby to look at him, holding a toy in the shades of beige and pink that could bring some depth to the picture. “Hug the plushie. Yes, that’s it!” He encourages the one-year-old and with one hand, he gives her a thumbs up before taking a picture. “None like me, I can assure you that.” He promises with a grin that has her smiling shyly at him. “How has it been for you these past three…months? Has it been three months since…you know?”

“It has.” She confirms. “I am on break currently, just…enjoying it.” Johnny nods his head, whispering the word ‘nice’ as he concentrates on his work. “What about you?”

“Taking pictures.” Johnny says the most obvious of answers and then, he looks at her from the corner of his eye. “Would you like some?”

“Take a mental picture first.” She replies cheekily and Johnny puts his camera down after taking the amount of pictures he was hired for.

“Oh, I have plenty.” Those words have her smile faltering slightly before growing in size, cheeks growing fuller with the way her eyes creak at the sound of his voice. His eyes rake up and down her body for a second, barely perceivable and soon after, he calls Dongyoung’s name. “Hey, we’re done here.”

“Joh—Johnny, we’re cool, right?” She asks, making the man in question look over his shoulder to finally stand face to face with the woman he grew fond of in one night, then kind of forgot about it, and one glance at her three months after brought back all those memories. The way they said their names to one another, the fondness, the kisses…no one would even dare to believe they had been lovers, but they had. Different in so many ways, yet fitting.

He shrugs his shoulders. “We are. Very much cool with one another.”

She nods. “Right.”

“Why?” He asks, voice low as he traces the outline of his big camera. “Do I still make you…nervous?”

Her eyes widen, she tries to hide her hands in the pockets of her jeans as a way of shielding herself. “Uh, ah…no.”

Johnny smirks, memories of the night they spent together filling his mind when he crosses his arms over his chest. “You sure?”

“Shut up.” She mumbles before looking over to where her sister is standing, holding her daughter in her arms. “Uh…I think I have to leave.”

“You’re always the one to leave.” Johnny is reminiscent of the night she had to leave, saying that she could not stay any longer because she had to drive back to the city to get ready for the class she had the next day. College is difficult, much more if you have to weight a job on top of that. “But I’ll take it—I’ll be abandoned again.”

She hisses. “Sorry.” It’s a whispered apology with one hand that touches his bicep, trotting over to where her sister is before waving at Johnny over her shoulder, leaving the store with a giggling little girl by her side.

Johnny smiles, because one glance at her is enough to revive the fire that was once there. Dongyoung, on the other hand, sees the glistening brown eyes of the man before raising an eyebrow. “Oh no,” He whines. “Don’t tell you had something with that one.”

With two fingers sliding across his lips as a way of showing that they are sealed before tossing the imaginary key to the side, he gives a response. “My lips are sealed.”

“…Oh my God, Johnny!”

And he wishes he can see her again, but for now, they are a little secret kept from reality.

Texting someone after a long time of not being in touch is the most difficult, if not headache-inducing, action someone could ever make. Nice, but wrong at the same time. Johnny thinks that triple texting is okay, but he finds himself out of words when he texts the woman he had met in his workplace only a month prior to that day. He had slept with her, sure, there was some kind of connection in between the two, or just some distance he needs to cut, trace and keep at that. Whether they are so close it is scary or so far away that they are basically strangers, he doesn’t know, but Johnny finally has a free Saturday and a new restaurant to try out, thanks to Ten’s advice and now, he needs someone to go with.

It is impressive, how she replies almost a few minutes later and he has a confirmation. It is as if the idea of a one-night stand doesn’t imprint in his brain. Johnny thinks one-night stands can last two nights, they can have a continuation, a sequel, some sequels are really good too—but at the same time, he knows that he is wrong. The title of a single man (ready to mingle or not) does not tie down to him, and he would like to be proud of that title if only he was not so…thrilled to go out on this date.

But Thai food is better with someone he actually enjoys talking to, and while the sex was incredible, her voice and her train of thought is what brings him back to a second date.

Is he fidgety? Not really, but he does try to look a bit less beach-y than he did on their last date. He may have her on a pedestal, for he is waiting outside of the restaurant only for her, ignoring the glances of people who cared about other’s lives more than theirs. Dressed to his own image of fashionable, with a denim jacket big enough to fit someone else inside and a rosiness to his lips thanks to the cold. White, denim and black, the fabrics and colors that match him that night and a smile that has yet to appear, but it will come with the woman he is waiting for.

The night is not painted in color rings, expensive dresses or even faux smiles. It feels genuine when she gets over to where he is, in a rush, like always, and wearing a shade of lip-gloss that makes him want to kiss her just at that moment. “Sorry I’m late. I am so stupid, my boss kept me back for some finishing touches and you know how he gets—” When she looks at him, she realizes that Johnny doesn’t mind, because fifteen minutes can’t hurt anyone.

Yet, Johnny is good with a pout, much more when it’s thrown her way. “Don’t know. I feel like that apology is half-assed.”

“Uh…it’s not.” She adds, bottom lip stuck in between her teeth and Johnny opens his arms slightly.

“Come here and show me just how sorry you are.”

She looks to the sides, widening her eyes and bringing her hands to rest on top of his chest as he brings her closer by the waist. “Joh—Oh my God, Johnny, don’t be so…shit.” She cusses, not knowing exactly how to describe him or what he makes her feel, but the man only gives her a smile and an eyebrow raise, one that she takes as a sign to finally give in. “Fine. A little peck is good for you?”

He doesn’t answer verbally, but the scent of his cologne surrounds her and his lips are pressing down to hers in the matter of seconds. Enough of a response to take her breath away. Anyone watching would believe that they are a couple, two birds starting to meet one another, creating peace at the sky, not minding the wind or the sun that will once be the rotten ending. When he pulls away, his hand is holding the back of her neck and his smile is enough to light up the world on fire. “Give me a hundred more pecks and we’ll be even.”

“Ah, shut up.” She pushes at his chest before grabbing his hand on hers, a wild card for what he expected from her, and with a little smile thrown over her shoulder, they enter the Thai restaurant. “You’re one for bringing me to good restaurants. What’s so good about this one?”

Johnny looks at her, lost in his thoughts, pondering if the only thing he wants to do is her, or spend his time with the woman that had captured his attention. There’s a thick line between sex and a crush—heck, they might mix but they should not, at least in the concept of flings. “My friend, Ten, told me it was good.”

“I’m starting to think this friend Ten is the mastermind behind our dates.”

“It’s all me, baby. I’m just stealing the rich boy lifestyle.” Johnny jokes and she lets out a chuckle, taking a seat by one of the tables. The decorations are not what he is interested in, although he takes in a lot of wood and rustic decorations, but his eyes are trained on the way she moves her hair away from her face, takes the menu that a waitress brings over before stealing a good glance at him over it. “Do I have something on my face?”

Flustered but with a smile, she looks down at the written menu. “No…”

“What are you looking at, if that’s what you’re doing?” Johnny asks, licking his bottom lip and ignoring her gaze when she finally stops looking at her menu.

“N-Nothing.”

Johnny nods his head, adding in a sing-song tune: “If you say so—”

“I’m…” There’s something deep within her that she doesn’t say, and Johnny has a smile on his face, so tranquil and sweet that she feels like her heart could explode right at that moment. There are words that are left untold, stories that have no developing, and people who never try, and maybe she is all three at once. “Nothing.” It’s how she finishes it before patting his hand over the table. “What are you going to eat?”

Inside Johnny’s head, he feels like he had already planned their second encounter. He wishes he expected it to be like the first, with a nice date and then enough attraction to finish it off properly, but there he is, having bites of Thai food as they talk about their lives and how they have been developing. She says she wants to change her job, try to do something else and stop working for the same people that have taken her in for the past few years. Johnny confirms that he thinks the same, and while taking pictures with Dongyoung has been something memorable, he wants a bigger job—somewhere where his photography skills are actually highlighted, where people would actually recognize his work in some way or another. He wants to travel the world with a camera in between his hands, see everything through a lens, but that is not what that night is about.

That night is about the realization that sure, Johnny started going out with her with the idea of sex, but there is more to her than just a body he wants for one night. It is in the way she speaks, how she reacts to him, how she makes the world a thousand times more likeable with just a smile. Now, Johnny is not one to believe movies when they claim that something from one night can turn into something else, but he can quite accept that he sees past her body whenever he goes out with her.

With only two dates, she already has him craving for more.

And it is stupid, how he finds an excuse to spend more time with her, and he says he wants to buy something sweet for her, ending up at a bakery nearby just to get her favorite pastries. As they walk around the crowded streets, trying to remember where he left his car and obviously confirming that he is going to take her home after that, thanks to her car being at the mechanic’s, Johnny realizes that he really enjoys spending time with her, and that is something that hadn’t happened since a long time ago. Past the flirting and the touchiness, there is something else. Maybe, strong. Maybe, as bland as water, but it is there. Johnny wants to call it the development of a crush, or the start of a nice friendship.

Yet, she had insisted on getting one of those lollipop rings that they used to have when they were children (“I used to take them to school because I thought they were cool,” Johnny said.), and Johnny is one to please, so as they stand near the Thai restaurant where everything started, he holds the lollipop ring in between his fingers and her hand with his free one. “Can’t believe you actually made me get one of these.”

“They were tasty in my memory. I am sure they are, still.”

“Yeah, and probably full of saliva.”

“Hey, I don’t drool that much!”

“I feel like I remember you drooling when you first looked at me.”

“I, uh, I—” She finds herself at a loss of words and soon after, she hits Johnny on his shoulder. “Stop flirting.”

“I can’t when you’re that cute!”

A gasp is heard soon after, a little bit broken at the end, and Johnny frowns at the idea of someone being surprised by their mere presence. The gasp sounded too close to not be for them. Once the two people in their date look over to the left, they realize an old—and adorable—woman is covering her mouth with her two hands, looking at the ‘couple’ with squinted eyes and a smile that creeps up her face. “Oh, my Darling! Someone’s proposing over here!” Johnny figures out that the elderly woman is at least a bit blind, squinting at the sight of a lollipop ring and Johnny putting it around his date’s finger.

His date is quick to speak up, however. “You’ve gotten it wr—”

But Johnny likes the attention, or making her flustered, so he gets on one knee in front of her while holding the lollipop ring, catching the attention of a few people who clearly are not aware that it is candy that he is ‘proposing’ with. “These past few years, honey, have been excellent with you.”

She hisses through her teeth. “Johnny,” She mumbles, eyes looking around the place to find the attention placed upon them. Can’t people just get closer so they can realize this is all Johnny’s fault?! “Get up, now.”

“Let me speak.”

“No.” She whines, but Johnny continues.

“I never thought I would have met the Bonnie to my Clyde, the Jimmy to my Sheen—” She wants to laugh at that, biting down on her bottom lip and letting a smile out. People probably think that she is smiling out of happiness, but she wants to hide at that exact moment. “So, for all these years, would you marry me?”

“…Oh my God.” She whispers before taking him by the bicep and bringing him up to his feet. “I guess. Let’s just leave.”

And the few people that had gathered are awestruck, maybe because she did not give the answer people expected, or because someone just proposed to his supposed ‘girlfriend’ with a lollipop ring, but after closing the doors to the car, Johnny lets out the biggest laugh and holds her thigh with his right hand. “That was so funny!” Johnny comments but the sight of her face shows otherwise, rolling her eyes before she feels him pressing his lips to hers sweetly, smiling throughout the process. “Come on, you know it was funny—and it wasn’t my idea, that old lady thought I was proposing.”

She chuckles, shaking her head before covering her face. “How embarrassing, Johnny!” She places her hand on top of his on her thigh before kissing the back of his hand. “You owe me one.”

“Owe you one?! I already proposed.”

“Shh, don’t talk.” Johnny nods his head before starting the car, pressing his lips together before she pinches his hand softly. “Hey, do talk. I was joking.”

“See?!”

“You’re annoying.”

That brings a smile to Johnny’s face.

With a straw in between his plush lips, taking a long sip from her canned soda, Johnny raises an eyebrow at her preposition. “Foosball?” He asks soon after, holding onto her waist to bring her close before nodding his head. “I’m in.”

Johnny doesn’t know how it happens. How the third date comes after the second, and how the second doesn’t even include something more than a few kisses in the front seat of his car. And sure, Johnny knows the world doesn’t rotate around physical attraction, but he is surprised that a Tinder match has gone as far as it does. Now it is a few weeks later, and Johnny is more than happy to be in front of her, preparing for a game of foosball as he watches her. All he needs to do is win so he can hear her pretty voice complaining about it.

But Johnny does score in the first try, and that earns a boisterous laugh from him and a scowl from her. “I give you some of my Coca Cola and you do this to me, really?” His heart aches the moment he hears those words, and it is not a bad type of ache—it makes him feel better, like a way his body has of telling him he’d do a lot of things to protect her. He particularly adores her voice, but he loves her expressions and reactions the most. “Ugh, Johnny—don’t score, don’t score—”

“Sorry, baby. Kind of have to win.” Johnny adds with a shrug of his shoulders and as they continue playing, he bites his bottom lip. “So,” He starts. “Why exactly did you accept going on a third date with me?”

He never hears it from her. They have been sexually together, they kiss whenever they feel like it and the flirting is always there, though kept a secret from those who know them personally. She knows that he likes her, but she has never been one to voice out what she exactly feels for the man whom she continues going on dates with. “…Just because.”

“Oh, really?” He asks. “You also deleted your Tinder just because?”

She looks at him, moving her arms frantically as they hear the sound of the TV going off in the background, mixed with voices from other people and a lot of noise. “…Don’t make me say it.”

“If I win, you have to say it.”

Feigning ignorance, she looks at him for a second. “Say what?”

“That you like me.” He confirms and she gasps at his words, running short on her own before responding.

“W-What…Why are you asking?” One would think that Johnny Seo would not be affected by someone acting nervous in front of him—not nervous, flustered, but he does get a little bit fidgety at the thought. It makes his heart race, to know that he has that power upon her when he feels slightly the same for her. If not completely. Her distraction is enough to have Johnny moving his hands quickly and scoring the last one out of three goals, making his date gasp as she takes her canned soda from his hands. “You are not having this, for being mean to me.”

Anyone who looked at them would think that they are a couple, as always, his hands wrapping around her waist and making her look around as he adds in a cheesy tone. “Come on, say it—”

“No.”

“It’s not like I don’t know.”

“Sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

With a movement of his fingers, a chuckle leaves her lips and her hands end upon his chest, tugging him close but not really. Johnny has this kind of face that makes her feel safe, but it not fully his attractiveness and overall height that turns her into putty in front of him—it’s how he is, so lively, so chill, as if life is coated in paint and he patiently waits for the colors to dry. He knows how to have fun, just like how he takes that part out of her just to show her how beautiful life can be.

Really, it was unlike her to sleep with someone on the first date—and Johnny had changed that. He had always attracted her enough to make her take (not irrational decisions), but decisions that are very unlikely on being taken by her beforehand.

There’s always a sentence that starts a story, then there’s the first comma, the first dot, the continuation, the development…and there’s an end, but Johnny keeps adding on more paragraphs. One moment, she thinks it’s the end, the other, he’s back.

One moment, he is a one-night stand. The other, there’s something in this gaze…he, kind of, looks at her as if she means something more.

And she wants to mean something more, so she finally lets out a breath that she does not know she was holding before tilting her head to the side, blinking as if she is lost in thought, but it is more of a nervous tick. “I like you, too.”

What he does is stupid, how can’t it not be, he is the same guy that faked a proposal with a lollipop ring, but she did not expect him to throw a fist in the air before chuckling. “Hey, I finally got you to say it.”

She squints her eyes at that. “If you knew already, why ask me?”

She doesn’t get a response more than a fleeting touch to her waist, a peck on her lips and the promise of anything she wants to have for dinner. Johnny is not one to confess, but she knows it’s there, the promise of ‘perhaps, this will turn into something else’ and, she sure hopes it becomes a reality.

“Dongyoung?” Johnny asks with an empty can on his hand, watching as Dongyoung—whom is seated on the couch—jumps at the sound of his voice and hides his phone behind one of the cushions in the couch. Now, he knows Dongyoung and he can be a little bit jumpy, but he has never acted this way. “Did you eat my canned peas? I can’t find something to make for dinner and I was going to make this but—”

Dongyoung sighs out of relief, pushing the dark strands of his hair back before pressing a hand to his chest. “No, I didn’t. Jesus—”

“What are you doing? You’re super jumpy.” Johnny replies and Dongyoung widens his eyes, standing up from the couch with his phone in his back hand before replying.

“N-Nothing. I’m just going back to my room…”

But Johnny is quick, and messily into people’s business, so he takes Dongyoung’s phone from his hand, completely ignoring the male’s complaints. He unlocks his phone, knowing Dongyoung’s password like the palm of his hand before he is met by the sight of nothing more than the Tinder app. That one app that Ten tried time and time again to get Dongyoung into in the past, but somewhere along those lines of Dongyoung denying him, he had completely forgotten. “Dongyoung…you’re using Tinder?!”

“Don’t get into people’s business.” Dongyoung grumbles under his breath before taking his phone back into his hand. “I…” A look at Johnny’s smirking face lets him know that he is never going to live it down. “Listen, Ten gets to sleep around thanks to this app and you got a girlfriend. It must work for something!”

“Little Dongyoung wants to get laid.”

“N-No!”

“Aw, that’s sweet. I never thought you looked up at my relationship.”

Dongyoung rolls his eyes. “You know it wouldn’t have worked if your girlfriend wasn’t so nice.” He says and then, he clears his throat. “And Ten ate the canned peas.”

Johnny smiles at the thought of Dongyoung going through the same happenings that occurred after downloading Tinder. Maybe, Dongyoung will find the same luck as him, but for now, he really wants to call his girlfriend to get some takeout.

And maybe later, he will tell Dongyoung to take that Mariah Carey quote in his description away. No one will match him with that there.

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roller derby sprace au

OKAY so this is entirely inspired by @orolly and this amazing art, but i suddenly had many feelings about a roller derby au?? just look at the pic you’ll understand

so like,,, i just went ahead and wrote it.

1.4k; modern sprace; mostly fluff but kinda hurt/comfort; tw for lots of cursing and one (1) broken bone

((if the formatting looks weird i’m sorry mobile is being kinda glitchy and spacing things out oddly!))

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"We still on for date night after this?"

Race laughs when instead of saying anything, Spot just pushes his mouthguard in and shoots him a thumbs-up. They're skating around the track for a warmup, trying to be inconspicuous, as both their teams get annoyed when they see a member fraternizing with the enemy.

Race thinks that's a load of shit— Spot is only his enemy once the match has started.

"Netflix and chill, my place," Spot finally replies, the plastic over his teeth giving him a bit of a lisp. "As long as I don't take you out too hard on the track."

The mischievous glint in Spot's eyes prompts Race to shoot him the middle finger, carefully out of the view of any coaches or referees.

"Suck my dick, Brooklyn."

Spot sticks his tongue out.

"Maybe later." He laughs loudly when Race shoves him, almost making his skate-clad feet fly out from under him. "Eat shit, Manhattan."

Race rolls his eyes and slides in his own mouthguard, just as they hear an angry whistle from behind them.

"Watch the trash-talking!" calls Davey, the head referee. "I can't give you a penalty since the game hasn't started, but this is your warning, Spot. Cursing in general is a yes; cursing at people is a no. Watch it."

Spot's jaw drops affrontedly as Race cracks up beside him.

"He started it!" he whines, pointing to Race, who simply pushes off and skates away to join his own teammates, skating backwards momentarily to blow him a kiss. Spot mimes catching it, and then throwing it on the ground. "That's it, you're on, Higgins! See if I'm ever nice to you again!"

Before Race can respond, they're interrupted by the loud whistle that indicates the start of a round, so everyone heads to their places to get going. For the next hour, Spot is most definitely not Race's boyfriend— he's just another body to pass on the way to winning.

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"Wall up, Manhattan! What's going on!? Smalls, get up behind Finch! Block Spot! Let's go!"

Race beams with pride when Smalls, his little prodigy, hip checks Spot hard enough to knock him over. The best thing about a coed league is that there's actually some players shorter than Spot, so they can take him out from below, where he's least expecting to be hit.

Race is coming up behind the pack of players with considerable speed, and the fact that Spot is still struggling to get up means Race might be able to sneak through and gain a lap on him. The rounds that they're both playing as jammers— the ones who have to race around the track and pass the other players, the blockers, to gain points— are typically the most interesting ones, if only for how competitive the two of them get.

"On your right, Red!" calls Race as he approaches, and Albert pulls a quick 180 to stop short, making the two Brooklyn girls that had been skating right behind him crash into him, lose their balance, and clear up a space for Race to skate past. "Thanks bud!"

After powering past that mess, Race only has one more Brooklyn player to pass in order to make it out of the pack and onto a breakaway. He skates up behind him, and all things considered, it shouldn't be too hard to get around him. He'll just have to shoulder-check him, skirt around him, and then—

Shit. Their feet have somehow gotten tangled, and Race has totally lost his balance. He shoots his hands out in front of him to try and break the fall, but it proves pretty much useless with how quickly he finds himself hitting the ground.

God damn it.

-

Spot is entirely aware that in a full-contact sport, injuries are bound to happen. He's been playing for a few years and he's seen plenty of people get hurt.

However, when it's Race getting hurt, Spot can't help but panic.

His stomach sinks as he watches his boyfriend's skates fly out from under him, sending him catapulting down to the track, where he faceplants so unceremoniously that it's almost comical.

Everyone laughs at first, but it fades out when Race doesn't immediately bounce back up. He just... lays there, unmoving, facedown on the track.

Spot's heart is pounding in his ears as Davey's whistle blares and he and Jack, Manhattan's head coach, come jogging out to the track. The rest of the players head back to the benches to get out of the way, but Spot lingers nervously nearby.

"Hey Racer," says Jack, gently tapping Race's shoulder. This finally gets Race to move— he groans quietly in pain and rolls onto his back with a bit of help from Jack. "Are you alright, buddy?"

Race's nose is bleeding, dripping down his chin, but he ignores it, yanking his mouthguard out and tossing it to the floor beside him.

"That fuckin' hurt," he grunts, still lying flat on the ground. "I think I'm fine, but, like... Jesus."

Spot can't see Jack roll his eyes from here, but judging by the way Race's middle finger shoots up, he's sure that's what happened.

"I have to do a concussion test," sighs Jack, "just to be safe. I'm gonna ask you some questions and you'll have to listen carefully and—"

"Yeah, hang on," snaps Race, cutting Jack off. "My head feels fine, but look at my foot first, please. I swear to god I felt something snap or tear or… whatever. It hurts really fucking bad.”

Spot feels entirely useless, just standing there watching, so he skates over and slides to his knees next to his boyfriend. He quietly offers a hand for Race to squeeze— which is immediately taken as Race winces in pain while Jack gently handles his right foot to try and untie his skate.

“Shit,” says Davey, while leaning over Jack’s shoulder as they remove Race’s skate and sock. “That’s really swelling and it’s already bruising. Definitely sprained, maybe even broken. You need to go to the hospital, man.”

-

Several hours in the ER later, date night has turned into ice-Race’s-broken-ankle-and-feed-him-candy-to-stop-him-from-whining night.

“We would’ve won,” grumbles Race, from where he’s laying with his head in Spot’s lap. “If it weren’t for Hotshot being a goddamn tank, we totally would’ve crushed you guys. Tell him to go fuck himself next time you see him, on behalf of me.”

Spot rolls his eyes and feeds Race another few Sour Patch Kids to shut him up.

“We’ll just have to rematch once you’re up and running again,” he taunts, punctuating it by tapping Race on the nose. “In the meantime, I guess you’ll have to be my cheerleader. You’re an honorary Brooklyn Bad Boy now.”

Race slaps Spot’s hand away from his face with an annoyed whine.

“A, that’s still the stupidest fucking team name I’ve ever heard. B, not happening, asshole. I’m loyal to Manhattan and I don’t look good in red. I could never be Brooklyn.”

Spot raises an eyebrow as he looks around his apartment, littered with their shared belongings.

“You kind of are, you practically live here anyways! Say— now that you’re gonna need help getting around, why don’t you just move in?”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Spot realizes just how big that question is. He’s really in love enough with Race to live with him. That’s, like, one step short of proposing. Holy shit.

Race’s face breaks into a surprised grin as he realizes that Spot was being serious.

“For real?” he asks, pushing himself up into a sitting position. “You’re serious? Like, my lease is almost up and I was meaning to talk to you, since I don’t wanna renew it… You actually want me to live here?”

Instead of responding with words, Spot pulls him in for a kiss. He smiles into it, thumbing gently along Race’s jawline.

“If you won’t join my derby team, I’ll settle for letting you join my apartment. I’m gonna make you Brooklyn somehow— it’s the best city in the world, y’know.”

Race rolls his eyes, but dutifully kisses Spot’s cheek.

“And you’re the biggest dork in the world. But, yes, I’d love to move in with you, loser. I love you so much.”

Spot grins, not sure just how he got so lucky.

“I love you too, asshole. More than anything.”

-

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[thederrylcsers]

Oblivion

Pairing: Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris

Summary: Stan receives a message from Bill Denbrough who invites him to a party and, again, questions his own judgment.

Chapters: 2/? (you can read chapter one here)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3424

Two weeks pass without Stan noticing and it's Friday. He tended to like Friday's more than any other because he only had two classes. It meant that when he left his last class of the day, he could head back to his dorm and get a jump on the homework assigned to him over the weekend. The perfect setup.

Stan was in his second and last class of the day when his phone vibrated against the side of his thigh. He'd been startled but ultimately chose to ignore it, more focused on what his professor was saying than checking it. As he sat in his chair his curiosity was peaking, his finger tapping restlessly against the small wooden table that his laptop was resting on. He chewed on his bottom lip wondering what it was. He reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out, turning the screen on and he thought he had a heart attack upon seeing the notifications on the screen.

Instagram: billdenbrough sent you a message

Stan stared at the screen until it timed out, confused and intrigued. He tried not to let his thoughts run out of control but it was hard to stop his train of thought once it got moving. What did he say? How did he find me? He curses under his breath and shakes his head, blinking a few times, as if that would help him clear his mind, and desperately tried to focus on the lesson but that was easier said than done. He slid the handheld device back into his pocket. He began to play with his fingers, picking at his nails in the last ditch effort to distract himself from the urge to open the message.

The next thing he noticed was that the rest of the class was packing up and leaving the lecture hall. Stan mentally kicked himself for missing the remainder of the lesson and he resisted the urge to reach back into his pocket to retrieve it, pulling the screen of his laptop to meet the keyboard and shoved it into his bag, slinging the straps over his shoulders and walking out of the row, down the steps to the exit doors. When he gets outside he exhaled a breath that he didn't know he was holding.

He started walking, staring down at his feet as he made his way toward the building where Eddie's class should have been getting out. When he arrived, he stood at the end of the concrete stairs and waited for Eddie to come bounding down the stairs. The doors flew open seconds after Stan arrived and the students filed out of the building in small groups until he spotted Eddie walking with Richie who now wore a pair of glasses with oddly thick lenses. He smiled down at Eddie and laughed, lips moving but they were too far away for Stan to hear him, not that Stan wanted to.

Richie had been walking Eddie out for a week and a half and Stan had grown to know just what a conversation with him may consist of, usually jokes that were either offensive or crude, or both, and he was more at ease being distanced from him. Eddie spotted Stan at the bottom of the steps and waved while walking down the steps. "Hey." Stan smiled in return as Richie came up behind Eddie and leaned against the stair railing.

"Stan the man, how's it been? Get any fun messages today?" He smiled innocently and wrapped his arm around Eddie's shoulders. Despite his need for space away from others, Eddie didn't try to shove him away. Stan glared up at Richie.

"What are you talking about?"

"Big Bill, Stanley." Stan cringed at the nickname used for Bill and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm not sure how but, yeah, I did." Richie was smirking somewhat victoriously and it confused Stan even more than the message itself. It also annoyed him. "Why are you smirking?"

"I'm the reason he messaged you! They call me Cupid, ya know." Richie said with the same satisfied smirk on his lips. Stan felt like he could punch him then but decided to go with his better judgment.

"Why the fuck would you tell him to message me? And how did he even find me? I never told him my name." Stan asked, noticeably irritated.

"He asked me for your name after the party, and then did some searching or some shit and found you. As far as me telling him to go for it, I don't know, I think you two would hit it off. He gets a bad rap." Richie explained and Eddie removed his arm from around his shoulders while watching the situation unfold before him, stepping down to meet Stan at the bottom of the steps.

"I'm sure," Stan replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "If I wanted to talk to him, I would have given him my phone number." He moved around Eddie to continue walking down the street, shaking his head as he did. Eddie looked over in Richie's direction apologetically although he did know how Stan felt. He quickly caught up with Stan, the two of them walking in silence until Eddie decided to break it.

"So, what did it say?" Stan looked up, a pout prominent on his face.

"What?"

"The message." Eddie clarified and Stan looked back down at his shoes.

"Oh. I haven't opened it yet." Stan uncrossed his arms and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. Eddie looked up toward the sky, noticing the light clouds above them. Suddenly he was wanting to get back to their dorms as soon as they could. The last thing he needed was to be sick because they were stuck in the rain.

"Why not?" Stan shrugged next to him, not quite knowing why he hadn't bothered to look at the message. Perhaps it was the constant gnawing worry of what it might say. The possibilities of its contents, as far as he knew, could have ranged from a simple hey to a crude photo of a certain body part and he definitely did not want to open it to find Bill's on his screen. The chances of that actually happening were probably slim but he really didn't want to take any chances.

"He's not my type," Stan replied, turning the corner and spotting their residence.

"If he isn't then what is your type, Stanley? Even back home you never made any attempt to date." Eddie probably looked confused but Stan didn't look away from his feet.

"Derry was different. It's full of homophobic assholes. There was no way to tell who was serious and who wanted to throw you into the Canal. And my type is someone who does not sleep with anyone with a pulse, and that rules out Bill Denbrough." Stan thought about the possibility that maybe he was being too harsh without knowing Bill, but the photos on his Instagram said more than any story he had heard.

"I don't know, Stan. Maybe he isn't as bad as you think." When they reach the front doors of the designated building, Stan is silent with his hand resting on the handle and looking directly in front of himself. "Just open the message. If he sent a dick pic or some shit like that, don't respond but if he genuinely wants to start a conversation, reply and see where it goes. Who knows, you might end up with a friend." Eddie smiled even though Stan didn't see it, feeling somewhat relieved when he finally pulled the door open and they walked inside the building. The ride up to their floor was accompanied by more silence, only this time Stan is the one to break it.

"Okay." He said and as if on cue the elevator doors pry themselves open and Stan steps out, walking down the hall toward his room. Eddie is left standing in the elevator feeling somewhat prideful knowing that he got the stubborn Stanley Uris to crack.

Back at his dorm, Stan is met by Mike who is laying horizontally across the sofa in their room, flipping through channels on the TV set that he had brought with him. Stan removes his bag from his shoulders and sets it next to the entryway, meeting Mike in the small living area. He slouches in the chair adjacent to the sofa, knowing that it was bad for his posture but not caring much about that then. He was pouting, thinking of the many scenarios that could take place by opening this message, but he finds the words to start up a conversation.

"Don't you have classes?" He didn't mean for it to come out the way that it did but Mike still finds humor in the question, chuckling shamelessly.

"Yeah, but my classes got out early today." He sits up and wandered toward the mini-fridge they have set up against the wall strip between their bedrooms, pulling out a yogurt cup. "What 'bout you? Why are you home so early?"

"It's Friday," Stan stated just before sighing. Mike came back over, yogurt in hand with a spoon dipped into it, sitting back down on the couch.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's been a weird half hour." He replied, sitting up comfortably with his back arched ever so slightly away from the back of the chair, handing teaching down into his pocket, fingers drumming against his phone. He stands up and walks back over to the door, picking up his bag and heading into his room. He hangs his bag in the back of his desk chair and pulls his phone out from his pocket, trying not to bite his nails as he turns the screen on, staring at the message.

It seemed to scream open me! open me! but Stan still felt queasy thinking about it. He considers just deleting the notification and forgetting about having seen them but he knew that it would still eat at him and that deleting the notification wouldn't delete the message itself. He also knew he was being a bit crazy over a message that probably meant nothing to the sender. Why is it so difficult for me to open them?

Stan decides fuck it and clicks the notification and types in his passcode. When his phone is unlocked he is faced with the message and wonders what he was so afraid of.

billdenbrough: hey (:

Stan let out a sigh of relief, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of his chest. He pressed the message, rereading it a few times before sending back his hesitant reply.

stanley.uris: Hi

He closes the chat and shuts off his phone screen, sitting on the edge of his bed, startled when his phone goes off again not even 30 seconds later.

billdenbrough: how are u

stanley.uris: Fine. stanley.uris: How are you?

billdenbrough: better now that i'm

talking to u ;)

Stan rolled his eyes but his heart still fluttered. He had never flirted before or been on the receiving end of flirtatious remarks until he started college and both times they were from Bill. He knew he shouldn't feel like he did because of Bill's nature but he couldn't really help it.

stanley.uris: Very original.

billdenbrough: i thought so

They text back and forth like this for a solid hour and Stan decided it was time to start on his work. He opens his bag to retrieve his laptop, setting it down at the edge of his desk along with a notebook, an array of colored pens and highlighters. Studying tended to calm his nerves whenever he felt overwhelmed. He went about fifteen minutes without any interruptions, that is until his phone vibrated on his desk and he was forced to break concentration.

billdenbrough: my friend's sorority is having a party tonight, u should come

At that moment he is interrupted yet again by knocking on the door to the dorm. He stood from his desk and opened the door to his room, seeing that Mike beat him to answer the door. Eddie stood at the door, having a friendly conversation with Mike in the entry. They turned toward him and Eddie smiled enthusiastically, bag slung over his shoulder.

"Hey, I thought we could study?" He asked, holding onto the strap of his backpack and smiling when Stan nodded with a small smile on his own face. The other teen stepped into the dorm and walked the small distance into Stan's room and Stan shut the door behind him. "What are you working on?" Eddie asked, sitting down on Stan's bed while the latter stared off into space, reaching in front of him to grasp the back of the chair to sit in it. Eddie noticed he looked dismissed but chose not to say anything until he snapped himself out of his trance-like state.

Stan refocused his gaze, blinking twice before glanced by over in Eddie's direction. "Sorry. Bill invited me to a party." He said, turning back to face his laptop screen but stopping halfway when Eddie began talking again.

"Woah, wait! Did you say yes?"

"I just opened the message. I didn't reply." Eddie glared at him, mouth open in an 'o' before he was struck with a realization.

"Oh, I get it. You're going for mysterious? Good. Are you gonna go?" Eddie kicked his shoes off, standing up and placing them against the wall next to the door. He went back over to the bed, pulling his legs up with him, his jeans making it slightly harder for him to cross them but he managed to do so anyway.

"Maybe." Stan replied, playing with his hands, not really wanting to be apart of the conversation.

"Come on, Stan! He technically asked you out on a date."

"A party isn't much of a date." Stan stared.

"That's because you have high standards." Eddie tossed his bag to the side and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'll be there too, if that helps."

"Is Richie going to be there?" Eddie nodded making Stan roll his eyes. "Great. You will go off with Richie and I will be left alone. Again."

"But if it is a date, you'll have some company." Eddie winked, opening his backpack and pulling out the textbook titled 'Business Management' and flipped it open to the correct page. Stan shrugged, tilting his head to the side. The thought of going to another party for someone else's pleasure made him want to stay home, even more so because he knew Bill would be there. Don't get Stan wrong, Bill was attractive, there was no denying that, but he couldn't let himself get involved with him.

As he thought of this, another thought entered his head, making him question his judgement. What if they're just rumors? Maybe Richie was right. Just as the thought is over his phone vibrated again, another message from Bill.

billdenbrough: come on, don't leave me hanging, uris. it'll be fun!

Stan stares at the message, half offended that somebody who barely knew him had called him by only his last name, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. He looked over at Eddie, who had his face buried two hundred pages into his textbook while writing down valuable information as he skimmed the pages, then looked back to his phone with Eddie's words ringing in his head.

"But if it is a date, you'll have some company."

He thinks over the many, many possible outcomes of this night and while guy screamed no, he went against his better judgement and sided with the devil on his shoulder.

stanley.uris: Okay, I'll be there.

He sends the message, sighing deeply and running the palms of his hands over the dark cloth of his pants. Eddie looks up from his studies and asks, "So, what's the verdict?" Stan looks over at him once again and nods hesitantly.

"I'm going." Eddie's eyes grew wide with excitement, hands clasping together and gasping as if about to commence a musical number before his eyes.

"That's great! What're you gonna wear?" Stan squinted, not sure what was wrong with what he currently had on. He was still clad in a black Columbia fleece jacket, another knit sweater (only this time it was tan) underneath that, a pair of blue skinny jeans and his Converse.

"What's wrong with this?"

"We can't have this conversation again, Stanley. Those are not party clothes. Why not wear a collared polo or a plain t-shirt? Something that doesn't say 'I spend all of my free-time at the library'." Eddie quipped, uncrossing his legs and sliding off the bed to walk toward Stan's closet. Stan was taken back by the comment, surprised. Eddie had changed slightly since they began attending college, not necessarily in a bad way, but he became more free without Sonia breathing down his neck every second of every day. With the lack of parental authority, he was more loose, which was more than Stan could say for himself but that was part of his character.

"What about one of these?" Eddie asked, pulling a plain black t-shirt from the closet along with a fade red polo. Stan wanted to reach for the polo since it was what he was used to and what he felt most comfortable with but the days events had proven that getting out of his comfort zone just slightly might have been what he needed.

"Black." He said, phone vibrating next to him again.

billdenbrough: great, alpha sigma house at seven. see u there ;)

He looked up into the top left hand corner of his phone screen noticing that it was only 4:06 PM. They definitely had some time to kill. They spend the rest of their time studying and cracking subtle jokes while Eddie gushed over the lanky, curly-haired, Hawaiian shirt wearing mess that was Richie Tozier.

Twenty minutes till seven, Eddie is forced to leave the room while Stan changes out of his sweater and undershirt, pulling in a fresh new item of clothing and grabbing his Columbia, meeting Eddie outside of his door. They begin to head toward the door when Stan stops, turning toward the couch where Mike still was, this time sitting upright and watching a home & garden network.

"Would you want to come with us, Mike?" He asks, eyes wide and hopeful. The truth was, he did enjoy Mike and living with him, and if he could come along it would have amazing. Not to mention that if Eddie did abandon him at the party and it was not, in fact, a date, he would have someone else to talk to while he waited for Eddie to detach himself from Richie's hip.

"Really? Uh, yeah, sure. Let me just go grab a jacket and some shoes." Mike beamed and Stan felt more comfortable already, knowing that there would at least one more familiar face at this party. He headed into his room to retrieve said items while Eddie's face lit up as well.

"Maybe I should invite Ben, too! I don't really know if parties are his thing but it's worth a shot to try and hang out somewhere outside of the dorm." He said and Stan smiled a tight-lipped smile. He didn't know Ben all too well given that he wasn't his roommate and going to party with another person he didn't know felt uncomfortable. Then, thinking of Eddie, he had invited Mike along and the former barely knew him as well.

"Yeah, invite him. I'm sure he would like to get out too." His smile was less harsh now and Mike met them at the door seconds later where he was informed of the change of events.

"Well, the more the merrier, right?" He said and laughed. He was always happy and Stan didn't get how. They reach Eddie's room soon and are met with Ben at the door, a hamper full of dirty laundry, appearing to be headed down to the washroom. He smiled at the three of them. Eddie filled Ben in on the current situation to which he looked enthused.

"I'll go, definitely! I was planning on spending my night sorting dirty laundry but this sounds infinitely better." Ben said, obviously thrilled by the invite. He looked down at his attire, sweatpants and a tight-fitting hoodie and decided a quick change of clothes wouldn't be the worst thing and then they would be on their way.

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[writingismyhappytime]

Kiss the Devil (Part 11)

Warnings: Language

A/N: I’m just going to leave this free content right here. 

(Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5, Part 6​, ​Part 7​ , ​Part 8​, ​Part 9 ​Part 10)

Maybe this had been a mistake.

You'd given it a few days, but you'd grown restless just hanging on the bus, so you'd said you were totally fit to play again. You'd lied. Oh sweet god. Someone had been kind enough to supply you with a stool, so you're on stage sitting while everyone else moves around, and while your rib is basically screaming at you, you're doing quite well. You might miss a note here and there, but not enough to fuck up the song. You'd been keeping to the bus, so today is the first day you'd been out and about. You'd covered your bruises up with a thick layer of concealer, but you don't think it hid them very well. Plus the fact your wrists are bandaged and you're walking gingerly kind of gave away something had happened to you. But no one had the balls or care to ask. You're so ridiculously relieved when the set is over you almost fall off the stool, hastily making your way side stage before anyone else can move to help you. One of your techs quickly helps you the your guitar off, and you let your breath go in relief at the missing pressure. You lean up against one of the metal columns, grimacing. "You okay?" Becca asks, coming to your side, and you nod your head quickly. "Yep." "Do you need to sit down? Something to drink?" "No, I'm fine," You're a little annoyed at how attentive she's trying to be; you can't tell if it's genuine or not. Riley, your drummer, keeps his distance from you, averting his eyes and pretending you don't exist while Shannon blows a hug bubble of gum, already searching for her phone. At least those two aren't pretending they give a shit about you. "I'm gonna head back to the bus," you huff, straightening. "I'll see you guys later." "Okay." You can feel her eyes on you as you walk away, and you have to admit it's a little unnerving. You keep your sunglasses on as you walk, trying to just get through the crowd and back to the bus before anyone stops you. You're not very good at not being noticed, it must be the hair. You're a little irritated when someone stops you, some teeny bopper fans begging for a photo, too excited to meet you to ask why you're scowling at them. You force a quick smile at the camera one holds, getting a selfie with the two of them before saying you really gotta go, so wonderful to meet them, adios. No one had ever been so excited to meet you before; but that's probably because they didn't know what a dick you are. Still, you're a little flattered. Your boots crunch against the gravel as you reach the parking lot, huffing by the time you make it to your bus. You lean against it a moment, grimacing. Fuck your side hurts. ~~~~~ Ricky sits on his bunk, gazing down at his phone thoughtfully. He'd googled you, just to see what he could find; you don't have any social media accounts that he can find, and it's like you didn't exist before joining your current band. Well, other then your DJing. He frowns. Why did you come out of nowhere? Who are you? Is Kree even your real name!? His phone suddenly buzzes, and he glances down as he sees your name pop up on his screen, the generic background gray and dark. He needs a profile pic of you, he hates the default ones. He's starting to think that any mention of your named summoned you.

You: do you wanna come over to my bus? I'm all alone... Ricky: you're like half dead rn You: so what I'm not hot now that I'm mildly broken? Ricky: you're hot... but you're like a wild, injured beast and I'm not sure if you want me to come over to cuddle or because you're going to slit my throat and sacrifice me to heal yourself You: I hate it when you know my plans ahead of time.

Ricky reluctantly chuckles. You're sense of humor definitely hadn't gone anywhere.

Ricky: do u need anything? I'll b over in a few You: a steak would be great thanks Ricky: Doritos it is then ~~~~~ You and Ricky sit on the couch of the bus, your head against his shoulder as something plays on the TV across from you, neither of you watching it. Taking those pain pills really helps you, and Ricky isn't going to say no when you want to make out, either. He's just afraid to touch you, worried he'll hurt you, and you're irked you're in this kind of position. You know whatll heal you right up, but you're reluctant to do it. If you'd go out and get yourself a soul, the deal would fix your injuries. Just a perk of being a collector. But you don't want to do that. You're enjoying not hunting, instead just spending time with Ricky and almost pretending everything is normal. It's a nice change of pace for you. But your rib really fucking hurts too. You sigh as his lips leave yours, his fingers softly brushing your hair behind your ear. "I hate that that happened to you," he mutters, his fingers trailing down the dark splotches on your cheek with a frown. "I can't understand why someone would attack you." "Money, why else?" You grumble, flushing a little as you straighten. "Everything is always about money anymore." "I guess. But why kidnap you and physically hurt you?" "Because they're assholes, that's why. I escaped, so obviously they were trying to stop me." Talking about it makes you uncomfortable, you don't like the memory. "Can we not talk about this?" "Er, sorry." Ricky looks away, cheeks tinging. So much about you just doesn't make sense, he wants to figure you out. Didn't you say you were from New York? How did you join up with a band mostly out of Chicago? You're not close to your family, but you had a sister. You're in your early twenties, you're an amazing bassist.... He feels like everything he knows about you is generic, like he doesn't really know you. And he doesn't. He couldn't. He wouldn't be able to handle the truth about you. You'll never tell him, you see no reason too. You'll end up disappearing when the band stops touring, falling off the face of the planet, maybe go overseas for a bit again; perhaps hang with Yoltan for a few years. Anything to get away. "So what do you want to be when you grow up?" Ricky asks you, playing with your hair as you cuddle up to him, wrapping your arm around his slim waist. You smile slightly, your eyes closing. "I wanted to be a nurse." "Really? You're not much of a people person." "I used to like people," you yawn, burrowing closer. "But then I learned how much they suck." He can't argue that. "I thought I wanted to be a fire fighter until I was twelve. Then I learned how much I didn't like the heat." "Figures. I figured you'd want to be an underwear model." "Nah. I'm too badass for that; I get more girls this way." "So you think." His lips twitch. "So when did you have your first kiss?" "Why? Wish it was you?" "Yup. I wanna go back in time and kiss you before anyone else can." He kisses your hair, inhaling the scent of your blackberry shampoo; wow that smells great. "I was nineteen, actually." "Really?" Rickys actually startled; how ---? How did you wait so long? "The first boy I ever kissed was.... well, I guess it doesn't matter." "Why do you say that?" "I dunno. I used to be a really nice person," your eyes ghost open, a little glazed from your medication, but also a little sad. "I can't think of him without thinking how stupid I was, how naive back then." "How were you naive?" Ricky absently runs his fingers through your hair, bothered. "I thought nothing bad would ever happen to me, that I was going to have a fairy tale wedding and have lots of babies and a dog and be a happy housewife." Your voice is bitter. "It didn't turn out that way." Rickys quiet, not quite knowing what to say. He wants to ask what happened, what was so horrible that it skewed your view of the world so terribly, but he's hesitant; he doesn't want to being up bad memories. "Have you ever loved anyone, Ricky?" You suddenly ask, your head tilting back so you can meet his eyes. "I mean, really, really loved them?" "No." "I have, or at least I thought I did. It sucks. Don't do it, don't ever fall in love," you shake your head, his fingers stilling in your hair. "It's the worst thing you can do." "Why?" "Because nothing lasts forever, and the person you love is either going to leave you or die, and either way it makes your chest ache like there's a huge black hole in it, and nothing you do makes it better, time doesn't either. All you have left are memories, and eventually those go away too." Wow. Intense. Ricky stares down at you, chest tightening at your aggrieved tone, at what you went through. "I'm sorry," he murmurs. "For whatever happened that --- well, that made you think that way." You just press your lips into a thin line, not going to elaborate, not wanting to think about it anymore. You don't need a trip down memory lane. ~~~~~~~ "So how's the girlfriend?" "She's not my girlfriend." "You're sure spending a lot of time with someone who isn't your girlfriend." "We're just friends." "Ahuh. Friends don't make out like you two do." "I, we ---," Ricky hesitates, and Chris snorts, shaking his head. "Dude, you know I don't care what you do, but.... be careful, alright? She seems nice enough, but there's something off about that chick." He doesn't have to remind Ricky of that. Ricky looks away, not responding, not knowing how too. He's worried about you, and he's not sure why. You've been through some shit, obviously, had some really bad luck in your seemingly few years. He kind of wants to do something nice for you, something to lift your spirits, but he's not sure what. Did you like cake? Flowers? All that girly stuff? Hmm. He needs to do something, anything, that'll make you feel better. And that didn't involve Ryan going all fangirl on you; you didn't seem to mind him chatting your ear off about music, but it also isn't the best time in your condition. No one had asked why you're bandaged up and walking strange, favoring your left side, but Ricky figures they will eventually and you didn't want anyone knowing what happened. Did you think it would make you look weak? You're one of the most badass people he knows. Just rather.... morbid. ~~~~~~~ "I don't know!" You hiss worriedly into your cellphone, casting a nervous glance around as you begin to pace the length of your tour bus. "I can't exactly sketch them!" "You're the only one of us who's seen their faces," Yoltan tells you. "We need some idea of what they look like so we can defend ourselves better." "What, you can't just stay away from all men in general? I know they're your favorite but ---." "(Y/N), enough with the attitude," Yoltan snaps, and you quiet immediately, even stopping where you are. "This is serious. Ysolde, the collector from France --- she's dead. Beheaded. Those men who came after you aren't the only ones in the world, I don't know how many they're are, but it's making the bosses uneasy." Eh.... No one likes uneasy demons. You sighed, chewing your lip a few moments in thought. "Ugh, fine, I'll see what I can do." "Thank you," Yoltan sounds relieved, and you wonder if the demon hadn't been putting pressure on him or something. "This will be a big help, (Y/N)." "Yeah yeah ---- shit, Ricky! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" You gasp, your entire body jerking as you just see him out of the corner of your eye. "I gotta go." You quickly hang up the phone, stowing it in your pocket and grimacing as your side reminds you that it's damaged. You turn to look at Ricky, seeing his quirked eyebrow. "Sounded like an interesting phone call." He comments, and you notice he's keeping one hand behind his back. You eye him warily. "My calls always are. What are you hiding?" It's making you nervous. Talking about those hunters set you on edge, and you know you need to be a little more wary then you are if they decide to come back after you. Ricky grins, and you tense as he shifts, bringing his arm from around his back and ---- flowers? You blink, a dumbfounded look on your face as you stare at the purple and yellow flowers in front of you. "Flowers?" You ask, reaching for them slowly, and Ricky nods, his cheeks reddening slightly. "Yeah, I... I didn't know which kind you liked, so I just got the purple ones. I hope you like them." You've had men and women give you flowers before, sometimes bouquets of Fifty or more to show their undying affection for you when you're after their soul, but none of them had ever been.... It hadn't been because they genuinely liked you, it had been because they liked the person you were pretending to be. It only occurs to you then that you're completely yourself around Ricky, you're not trying to play on his interests or likes, you've not actively tried to woo him. He just... likes you. For you. And for some reason that makes your eyes burn. You lift them to your nose, inhaling their sweet scent, touched at the gesture more then any other. You look at Ricky, seeing his eyes trained on you, uncertain. You don't say anything, you just impulsively throw your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply as the flowers hang over his shoulder. Ricky hesitates before his hands lightly close around your hips, a little thrown off by your reaction. He'd expected either a sarcastic answer or for you to just not like them or the gesture, not a kiss like this. Not that he's complaining. He's only had sex with you once, it's not like there's been time for more, but it's moments like these when he wishes more then anything you were healthy. "Aren't you two a lovely sight." Huh? You reluctantly pull your lips from Rickys, both of you looking over to see a man you don't recognize. Ricky merely groans. "Dude, come on; can you be an asshole somewhere else?" "Nope. The bus is leaving, Olson, time to go. Tell your girlfriend bye. We were supposed to leave ten minutes ago." Ricky sighs, a grimace on his face as he leans up from you. "It's my band manager," he explains, your eyes flicking over as the man crosses his arms impatiently. "I gotta go. I'll see you at the next venue." "Alright," you pout, slowly drawing yourself away from him. Ricky chuckles, and he gives your lips another swift kiss before he takes off, he and the manager disappearing. Huh. You look down at the flowers in your hand, putting them to your nose again, the plastic wrapped around them crinkling. That's so sweet. You find you're smiling as you step onto the bus, heading for the kitchenette and searching for a big cup to put them in. You know they won't last long on the bus, especially not with so many people in such a tiny space, so you're just going to treasure them while they last. Just like you're going to treasure him while you can. ~~~~~ "You realize this is probably your first smoke all day," Balz says, leaning on the bus as he stands outside with Ricky. They're at the venue, it's dark and the streetlights are on, and at the moment everyone is just relaxing. "I haven't had time," Ricky shrugs, cupping his hand around the flame, inhaling deeply before slowly letting it go. "Today's been really busy." "You spent three hours picking out flowers, that's why it's been busy." Ricky scowls at him. "I did not." "You did too. I'm glad you finally found some, it was beginning to be a bit annoying. You know I have allergies." "You didn't have to come with me." "I know, but I wanted too. You really like this chick don't you?" Balz asks, genuinely curious. He's seen you, but he's never talked to you, probably won't either. Ricky might not know it, but it's obvious how obsessed with you he is. Balz has never seen him buy flowers for anyone before. Except maybe his mom but that doesn't count. "I guess," Ricky flicks his ashes. "You 'guess?' Don't bullshit me, dude. I know you way too well. Do you even know what her name is?" "Seriously, Balz?" "You can sleep with someone and not know their name." Ricky flushes, shaking his head and looking down. How the fuck did Balz know the two of you had slept together already? Ricky hadn't told anyone, and he knows you didn't. Is he that obvious? "So where is she from?" Balz is half-grinning, a little amused by Rickys embarrassment; he'd figured Ricky had already slept with you, he wasn't going to say it but you had quite the reputation for getting around. He's just surprised you and Ricky are still even a thing. "New York." "She doesn't have an accent to be from there." Ricky shrugs, he has no idea, maybe you'd lost it. You seem to travel around a lot, and people tend to lose their accents after a while. "What's her favorite color?" "Purple." "Yeah, I guess that one's kind of obvious. Does she like horror movies?" "Dude, what's with the interrogation?" Ricky frowns at Balz. "Why do you care?" "I just wanna know a little more about her, why she's suddenly the center of your attention is all." Ricky snorts; he has no idea, so if Balz figures it out maybe he'll pass on the information. He doesn't know why he likes you, you're just..... there's.... Fuck, he doesn't know. He doubts you know either. "It's getting cold," he mutters after a moment, glancing at Balz. "Let's go in. And I swear to god if you spray me with febreeze ----." Balz laughs, climbing up the bus steps ahead of him, discreetly knocking the febreeze bottle off the table when he goes to sit down; that totally hadn't been his intention... Ricky casts a glance behind him with a frown. He actually isn't cold, he has a warm jacket on, it's just he's getting that eery feeling again, like someone's watching him. He can't place it, the parking lot is mostly empty, just a few other buses around, but his skin is crawling, just like it had before. Someone's out there, he just knows it. ~~~~~ The collector watches from the shadows as the men step back onto their bus, laughter spilling out into the night. Hmm He looks down at his list, at the names crossed off of it, finding yours is one of the few still remaining. You'd gotten away from his associates, you clever little girl, but they were never supposed to actually hurt you; he'd had them under orders to just kidnap you, put you somewhere safe until he could deal with you. And now there's a big stir, you'd seen his associates faces, reported them to the police. What a mess. He knows eventually he'll have to take you out, end your collecting days for good before more innocents are hurt, but you seem to be on hiatus at the moment. Because of that boy. So, he supposes, he can just keep working down his list, snatching collectors and offing them, causing the demons to be in a uproar. He doesn't mind, he's old, and hes been waiting for a long time. He's patient. His eyes barely flicker as a new man joins him in the dark. "So she is with him, then?" "I found them kissing after he gave her flowers, so she seems to genuinely like him." "Keep watching them, keep me updated. I want to know if she strays from him to find other souls. How are her injuries?" "Healing slowly, like a human. She's not collected a soul to heal herself." "Good. Interesting." Collectors don't stray too long from their job, the demons would intervene after a while, so you'll have to head back to work soon. Still, if you're preoccupied with the boy, the collector will let you have your fun, let you live a normal life. He wants you to have as much time as possible before it's too late for you, before your own soul becomes forfeit. "Sir?" "Yes." "How long do I have to remain their band manager? I only volunteered because you said it would be an easy job." "You'll remain their manager until their tour is over," the collector glances at the other man. "It's thanks to you we've found two collectors so far so close in the vicinity. Who knows how many others prowl the music industry?" "I don't even like this kind of music." "You don't have too. Now go back before they start wondering where you are." The band manager for Motionless in White scowls unhappily. "Why do you have us just watching that collector, anyway? Felix and Jack failed, but I know Mark and I could take her out easy, especially in her condition ---." "No one is to touch her," the Collectors hisses immediately, bristling, and the manager takes a step back in alarm. "Do you understand? She's mine." "Y-yes, sir." The collector takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm and not simply rip the man's jugular out like he wants; that's not his end goal and he needs the man. So. "Go back to your bus and play your part. I'll tell you when it's time to act and get her. Right now we have more pressing matters, more important soul stealers to deal with." "Of course, sir." Yes. The collector eyes the manager. He might be a problem. The collector doesn't want you hurt any more then you are, not yet. He has his own plans for you.

#kiss the devil #ricky horror #ricky horror imagine #ricky horror fan fiction #ricky horror smut #demons #soul stealers #soul reapers #horror fiction #murder #miw imagine #miw fan fiction #devil #devils #music #bands #motionless in white

[survivor-themyscira-blog]

Okay, Billy was salty as hell after he got voted out, and for some reason it was towards me? He said my attitude is intolerable or whatever, and that I have no room to talk about him getting pissy when he gets voted out.

1: I know, and therefore I didn't? Like I actually said nothing to him other than the fact that he's going home, which he wanted to hear in the first place (I think).

2: I... don't call out the entire tribe and call everyone cowards when I know I'm going home. Like, when I'm salty, it's because of a blindside, not an obvious vote. He can't really act like he deserved to stay when he did nothing in either of the last two challenges.

On a separate note, we merged now! So that's pretty nifty, I would say. I'm trying to get the merge tribe named Sappho because gay, and I think everyone's on board. thats real fuckin neato

AAAAAA i got a black lantern ring and idk what it does and i cant tell jordan or lily about it so im stuck lying to them and im bad god i hope this item is good

So we merged hey hey hey

Toph is pissed at me for choosing Kai over him for reward and I explained the situation to him and I feel bad because I had no intention of picking Toph like if I didn't pick Kai I was gonna pick Logan and then probably Ruthie next tbh jdlkfjlasd like this MESS I feel so bad but I lied to keep him happy. I feel shitty but anyways

I'm getting closer and closer with Jordan and it's both good and bad I think JD is disappointed in me

Madeline hasn't been responding much to my messages and I'm worried she a. hates me b. has better allies than me bc we've been separated for so long c. maybe i'm overreacting and she's just not seeing my messages

Kai is already throwing Jordan's name to RHONE and logan and IM FDKJFKLAS KAI STOP IM TRYING TO SAVE YOU i think i made this harder for him though i kinda went overboard with the distance myself from my closest ally thing so now my "closest" ally does not like my closest ally and wants him out fdjfajslkd I'm making things harder for my friends and I this isn't good

I also think Jordan thinks he has me around his finger and that's not... true? I don't think so at least. I'm thinking about trying to make a thing with Toph, Kai, Logan, Madeline, and Ian? I don't know. That's the ideal squad. And Jordan can give me info from the other side of Lily, Jack, and Nicholas. And then I can blindside him... soonish. I gotta decide when my metaphorical d-day is. Is it bad that I'm comparing Jordan's tribal to d-day? I hope not because I'm Garbo I gotta keep with this WWII metaphor for this persona to work out.

Also our tribe name is Sappho and if that doesn't perfectly describe our tribe then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also update on Madeline and I we're talking more now I don't think she hates me she was just like away from her computer whew we're in the clear bois

Also, Jordan found whatever the fuck was in the bedroom and I know it. I just do. Kai sent me this:

On 11/1/17, at 10:41 PM, Kai . wrote:

> On 11/1/17, at 10:41 PM, LA {Themyscira Host} wrote:

> > You run into the room and look around but there is nothing to be found. You have a nagging suspicion you missed out on something but what? Who knows! Sorry, better luck next time.

And I popped over to Jordan, who claims I am his "closest ally," and said

On 11/1/17, at 10:42 PM, Emily wrote:

> so what was in the room

> lmao

> I’m kidding I’m just sssuming

On 11/1/17, at 10:43 PM, Jordan Pines wrote:

> I DIDNT FUCKING GET

> IM SO FUCKING ANNOYED

On 11/1/17, at 10:43 PM, Emily wrote:

> IMS SKSBSJ

> REALLY

> ANSKSBSJJAJA

To quote Jordan: hosts, this is called lying! This boy got an advantage and he wants to keep it a secret from me and thinks that because he's called me his "closest ally" that I won't fall for it. I think the heck not, you trick ass Jordan.

Sorry this is all over the fuckin place but now I'm talking to Logan and Madeline. Logan has told me that he has been open with Jordan and calling with him, like I have been. Which is INCH RESTING. Because Jordan told me he wouldn't call with someone unless he wanted to work with them hella long term. (That's paraphrasing.) OH MY GOOOOOOD I love catching this boy in his lies....... I love comparing notes. I love when people unknowingly give me the info I need. Also Madeline is the sweetest human being on earth look

On 11/1/17, at 11:56 PM, Emily wrote:

> i just wanna find something

> i feel lame

On 11/2/17, at 12:00 AM, Madeline wrote:

> You can find my heart

I love her wtf I want to work with her forever. Honestly why is everyone in this damn game my bff someone make me hate them QUICK!!!

Now I want to work with Lily and Madeline but I'm worried bc Lily is close with Jack and Jordan. Jordan has mentioned many times that he can get Jack and Lily to vote how he wants them to. And so that's major hinting at how he is close with her. And if Lily is close with Jordan and she gets put in an all girls alliance with Madeline and I, she might tell Jordan. And if I don't tell Jordan about the all girls alliance, he won't trust me. And I need him to trust me. I'm breaking my english teacher's heart by starting all those sentences with and but anyways! Merge happened and everything is a little okay. Also I don't proof read my confessionals so like if this is a mess it's a mess I'm sorry nobody's perfect I gotta work it.

Anyways, here are my goals: congradoritos, you made merge, now the goal is to not be merge boot. Maybe try to make it past seventh. Use Kai's idol to your advantage. Vote Jordan out soon. Get in some alliances. Win something good in the auction. Something GOOOOOOOD. Please Survivior gods help me out

Y'all. This is just a confession with another example of why I love Madeline.

On 11/2/17, at 12:02 AM, Madeline wrote:

> do you choose chest, candy box, or oven

On 11/2/17, at 12:03 AM, Emily wrote:

> im

> i think oven

On 11/2/17, at 12:04 AM, Madeline wrote:

> You open the oven and see two trays of treats the top row has muffins and the bottom row is a tray of sugar cookies

On 11/2/17, at 12:06 AM, Emily wrote:

> oh shit

> i want the muffins

On 11/2/17, at 12:07 AM, Madeline wrote:

> You choose the muffins from the oven be careful they’re still hot! You see there’s several types of muffins to choose from, blueberry, chocolate chip, and banana nut

On 11/2/17, at 12:08 AM, Emily wrote:

> BLUEBERRY

On 11/2/17, at 12:10 AM, Madeline wrote:

> You choose the blueberry muffins do you wait to enjoy it in the morning for breakfast or dive right into the warm treat?

On 11/2/17, at 12:12 AM, Emily wrote:

> dive right in

On 11/2/17, at 12:14 AM, Madeline wrote:

> You choose to dive right in because you can’t resist the temptation of having a blueberry muffin crafted by Madeline who not only loves to cook but’s favorite muffin also is blueberry and have thus won her heart.

> (heart)

On 11/2/17, at 12:15 AM, Emily wrote:

> omg

> i did it

On 11/2/17, at 12:15 AM, Madeline wrote:

> You may redeem this idol at any point when you’re feeling sad or lonely or bored OR WANT TO BEAT OUT THESE BOYS RUNNING THIS THING

On 11/2/17, at 12:15 AM, Emily wrote:

> DFKLADKLA

> BIG MOOD

> tbh I’m redeeming it now we better vote out these boys

This pure girl I want to be her best friends

Organizing my thoughts for these merge folk:

Ian: Uneasy about him for some reason. Seems very nice but we haven't talked much game.

Jack: Tbh if I want anyone gone the most, it's him. I really don't vibe with him and it's very obvious he and Jordan are close. If I want to make a move on Jack, I need to do it secretly or in a close vote.

Jordan: My "closest" ally. I'm blindsiding him when I get the chance. I love him as a person, but as a player he's scary as fuck. I don't want that in late merge. And I'm also trying to protect Duncan's record because I love Duncan.

Kai: My closest ally.  I stan him and his idol. Time zones put a damper on things sometimes but we still talk a lot and we are very close. I wouldn't mind taking him to the end based on his social game.

Lily: I really haven't talked to her much but, to quote Rhone, she's a legend. She's really funny and I want to make an ally girls alliance with her so bad wtf but I know she's close with Jordan and so I need to tread lightly.

Logan: I love him so much wtf! He's a great ally and I think Kai and I got closer bc Logan and I were separated but now that we're all back on one tribe it's fucking lit and New Skype Who Dis? can maybe do some damage

Madeline: I literally want to be her best friend I am SUCH stan. She's such a sweet heart and I want to work with her even though she's a little cracked

Nicholas: cracked idol playing king. He's so nice! Like so nice. We had a good convo and I'm happy. I want to work with him but we need to talk more.

Rhone: I LOVE RHONE so much wtf. They're so nice and I just stan so much. And they've been talking to me a good amount which makes me think they still wanna work with me and that makes me happy I love having allies

Toph: cracked messy king. hoping I don't ruin his game but tbh in the other games I've played, people that are closer with me than I are with them always end up ruining their game to my benefit so rip toph probably. But I'm proud of him for making merge love him

Anyways those are my thots for now. It's one am and I have class in eight hours. I also have a stance on this question:

"If your homie sends you a dick pic and you screenshot it, who gay?"

OBVIOUSLY both of them are bi. I just make everyone bi actually u know ignore me but that's my answer

Also, 100 duck sized horses is my answer. I was absent for the tribal so I feel left out not getting to answer the questions.

OKAY NOW GOOD NIGHT FOR REAL

WHEW this past round was messy and weird! We had no idea what was really going on w this tribal for us until the actual vote so I was being a lil snake trying to get Andreas out when I didn't even need to bc Hippolyta did it for me. :) But Antiope and Hippolyta are NO MORE because I made the merge!!!!!!!! I'm dumb shook bc I honestly tend to go premerge but I think with the premerge boot order shaking out the way I did I'm in a really good position right now.

Love the tribe name, love lesbians, love women in general, love this season. Lily really is an awesome kid and I want to talk to her more because she's so funny and insightful. And I hate to say it but I do feel like I could beat her at FTC because she's a little less cool under pressure than me so she's someone I'm definitely looking at long-term. Like I think her and Jordan would be my ideal final 3 so I have to get them to trust me the most. I really think having Emily around towards the end would be good too and give me options, and Nicholas is tight with me. So basically I fuck with the swapped Antiope crew + Nicholas, but not really Jack if I can be totally honest. I just don't think he really trusts me and he'll totally beat me at the end.

Kai on the other hand is legit coked out of his head, he came to me right after we merged and started shitting all over Jordan/Lily/Jack to me and I was like...uhhhh take a look at the wiki bruh, I was on that tribe too! So I told Jordan everything because I have a feeling he's nervous that I'm gonna try to blinside him and not gonna lie I considered it, I just think my odds long-term are better with him. Ian and Madeline are also kind of in trouble I think. They're both so social and nice it's a little disturbing and I know from Jordan that they're a pretty tight pair. I accidentally made a deal with Madeline to just never vote her out lmfao so I'm gonna have to maneuver to see if I can keep that deal while still getting Madeline out. To quote strategic god JP of Survivor: Heroes vs. Healers vs. Hustlers fame, I guess we'll see what happens.

I want to prove myself in this game so bad. I really feel like if I maneuver effectively through this merge I can get to FTC with limited blood on my hands and the respect of the majority of the jury. So often people see me as like a goat or a follower and I need people to realize that I am actively involved in strategy and am paving my own way to the end. I'm the one using people! It's not the other way around!

Last thing -- I suck at finding idols and advantages. WE BEEN KNEW. I'm so shook that there are so many fucking advantages and idols out there in this game and I have none of them. Idols and advantages tend to be the reason I'm voted out in games, too, which is the worst fucking feeling. That's probably the biggest thing scaring me in the game right now. The people are fine, it's these magic sticks or w/e the fuck you weirdos are handing out that are the real threats.

While walking into school I got smashed in between closing automated doors and I think that’s a good metaphor for me and how I play

I'm so happy to be back on a tribe with Madeline I just love her. She's the nicest person in the whole wide world and that is a FACT

WHO THE FUCK GAVE JORDAN PINES 220 DOLLARS EXTRA FUCK ALL YALL

[11/3/17, 11:14:12 PM] Toph Estroy: emilys

[11/3/17, 11:14:31 PM] Toph Estroy: what u gonna buy?

[11/3/17, 11:14:45 PM] Emily: i dont even know the items hon

TOPH chill the fuck out

I HATE THIS GAME. Honestly it's going to be so hard to vote some people out like Emily or Toph or Kai. I don't know how I'm going to do that when the time comes for it. IF THE TIME COMES.

I also wish Ian would've just given me all his money, like it would've been fishy BUT at least then I could've won us all the good stuff. MAYBE GOOD STUFF? I DON'T KNOW.

I HAVE THE STICC AND IM GONNA STICC IT UP SOMEONES BUTT IF THEY COME FOR ME THIS ROUND THATS FOR DAMN SURE

I’m trying to decide who to tell about my advantage. If I tell anyone, I’ll tell Kai. You know, since he told me about his idol and all. But Jordan has been asking me to tell him and I’m just not opening the messages and ignoring them until I can make up a message to send him saying the shield doesn’t do anything. Or maybe it’s just a weak power. And I mean, I’m not sure how to use this shield correctly, so I gotta figure out what to do with it before I even think about telling people. I don’t know what to do so I’m just going to, ya know, avoid it. I’m also 81% sure I won’t be able to do this challenge unless it’s super late tonight when all my actors are asleep. We finished the script just now so my part is basically done for our 24 hour play-a-thon thing. Anyways, I have not been very active recently so let’s hope it doesn’t get me booted! LOL

Fuck stairway to hell I literally never want to see that fucking challenge again my mood is ruined I am pissed off I'm so bad at it and I just !!!!!!!! FUCK OFF I AM SO FUCKING MAD I just... god. I'm so upset. My social game has been lacking quite a bit lately. I need to #work #on #that. But now I'm going to work on my IRL social game and go play board games with my friends that are still awake at 3 am goodbye

I’m screaming how did I get third on a challenge I started at 1:30AM mid writing a script for a 24 hour play festival. I didn’t win but I like lily and I’m glad she won. That’s one more guaranteed safety for the girlies! I really want to make this all girls alliance tho fuccc. Also I told Jordan about my power bc he told me about his and it’d be shady and I also don’t know how powerful my power can actually be? I don’t know how to use it properly right now. I’m still thinkin on it. And if I haven’t confessed about this yet, I bought a shield in the auction that basically negates any negative powers that would affect me like a vote steal or something. And Jordan has a vote canceller thing so he knows that I can :-) you know :-) negate whatever thingie he uses against me :-) ya know just a little bit of a push to get him to fear me a bit. I love when men fear me

I'm still pissed about the results from the music video challenge. WHAT THE FUCK.

Jack being isolated for 24 hours really doesn’t concern me because I don’t talk to him ever so like ;-) anyways

ok so i am making this confessional because i really do think that this could be my last one that i make. if i am correct i am pretty sure logan/kai are gunning for me for whatever fucking reason. i'm pretty pissed at how i did in the challenge first of all because i wanted to either flop completely or win it all. of course, i tied for second and continue to make myself out to be a competition threat that i am not. i really don't know how to spin this bc everyone keeps bringing up the fact that i did well and i'm pretty pissed. jp has been telling me that kai has been throwing my name around @ the last vote and now this vote and i didn't believe it bc i thought kai and i were friends from another game and were going to finally work together in this one. then i, LIKE A MATURE ADULT, confronted kai about it with only included minimal detail and he deadass told me he has been throwing my name around and that makes me scared because he must feel like he has the votes and that's really bad tbh because there are enough people that i'm not close to who would probably be willing to vote me out [logan/lily/toph]. i have a bad feeling that the votes are going to flip to jp and he is going to play a power and then somehow i am going to go home in the aftermath. my gut is telling me that something really shitty is going to happen at this tribal and there's not much i can do to stop it so i am just going to make my rounds and hope that people won't want to end my life tonight. yeehaw!

Okay well i feel like im organizing a pretty amazing blindside but at the same time i could be lying to both you and myself. Im calling this #PineSide... so wish me luck lmao

You get an alliance chat and you get an alliance chat! Okay well technically I'm only in two, the third one is just Madeline and I with the hosts. If it keeps me safe I'll take it. People have to have guessed by now that Madeline and I are close. Maybe?

This is very video confession worthy but I'm very very sick so I cannot film anything without blowing my nose ten times throughout the duration of the video. Anyways, I was approached last night with the idea of voting out Kai. I cannot remember who approached me with it, it was either Jordan or Rhone idk tho. So obviously, me being me, I don't want to vote out Kai. Kai has entrusted me with the information that he has an idol. And I want him to use that wisely. But since he name is already on the chopping block tonight, that makes me worried. I think he's going to have to use his idol.

When I started hearing Kai's name, I went to Logan. He said this:

[11/4/17, 10:43:08 PM] Emily: okay so ppl are coming to me saying that kai is the target and idk how I feel about it

[11/4/17, 10:43:17 PM] Emily: and idk how to approach kai with it

[11/4/17, 10:43:23 PM] Emily: or if u think I should at all

[11/4/17, 10:43:27 PM] Logan Bee-Culpepper: um

[11/4/17, 10:43:33 PM] Logan Bee-Culpepper: At ur own risk '

[11/4/17, 10:43:39 PM] Logan Bee-Culpepper: when can u call

Which is ... WEIRD! I thought Kai and Logan were really close and this is making me uneasy. Is this Logan hinting that he does want to vote out Kai? Very interesting if I do say so myself.

So I talked to a few more people today including Nicholas and Madeline who both told me they heard Kai's name and are uneasy about voting Kai. That's good. But it seems like Jordan has been talking to everyone and wanting to call with everyone (something he has told me is something he does with only the people he wants to work with and go far with.). So I think I have an idea of how Jordan is playing: trying to make everyone think that they're his secret pair and that he's going to take them to the end. He's told me this, and I don't believe him. He could be telling the truth, but I think he's a lot closer to Jack and Lily and Rhone than he is to me. My goal though is to make sure that people think after this vote that I'm with them, not Kai. When in reality, that's not the case.

An alliance has been made consisting of Kai, Ian, Madeline, and I. We're called the Dudes n Dames. It's pretty cute. And we're going to call in a little bit and I'm going to talk to them about this plan. Ideally, what I want to happen is:

Votes falling on Kai: Jordan's, Lily's, Rhone's,  Logan's, Nicholas', Toph's, mine

Votes falling on Jordan: Ian's, Kai's, Madeline's

I want to vote against Kai because I want people to think that I'm not with Kai. I think that if I send my vote (including a distinct voting confession) to the people I'm voting with, that'll secure that they know I voted with them. If the votes are not split and Kai plays his idol (which he has told me he is), then Jordan should go home. I trust Ian and Madeline to do what we decide on doing in the call today, I just need to make sure they're okay with me voting how I am so I can continue to be the double agent for them and clue them in on any possible blindsides against us. I think they will be okay and understand this plan? Possibly hopefully fkdjklas! But I'm not sure where Toph's vote is gonna go and I'm not sure where Logan's vote is gonna go. I have to call with Logan today at some point to discuss, so hopefully that'll clear things up. Toph is close with Madeline, we just gotta make sure Madeline doesn't tell Toph about the plan to vote out Jordan, because I think Toph and Jordan are close. But ANYWAYS

Tonight, Kai is not going home because he's playing his idol. It's about to be a #PinesSide, ladies and gentlemen.

So the auction was fun, I guess!

Not only was it filled with plenty of bourgeoisie memes, but we got away from it with a decent haul. Between the food and the statue that I bet on, I got... nothing. I didn't even get the statue, it ended up with Jack. But hey, he got a challenge advantage and a super idol, so that was alright. Oh, and Jordan got a vote cutter.

I also ended up winning immunity with a strategy which I thought would turn out much better than it did. I had a text-based bot programmed to start sending the messages super quickly (I pre-typed them and entered them into the program), and although I did win, I didn't get up to 25 like I planned. There was, uh... a bit of a glitch. I'll paste that glitch log here for viewer enjoyment.

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Y'all I am so determined to be on the front page of the Athena Wiki saying "Emily has won Themyscira!" LET *clap* ME *clap* TELL *clap* YOU I will be there. I'm so determined to win

If this was Survivor: Futurama, I would be Leela, Ian would be Fry, Emily would be Amy, and Toph would be my little baby Nibbler.

So I'm pretty certain I'm not going home on this vote so that's nice! Jordan and Kai are trying to blindside each other and I'm going with Jordan on this one. He and I had a really long talk on call the other night and it's so weird but I like...trust him? I trust Jordan Pines. I've never actually trusted Jordan in a game before lmao so we'll see if this works out or not. We want us and Lily to be the final 3 because all three of us have never won a Tumblr game so that would be a way to ensure one of us finally wins! We're also working with Emily, Logan, Nicholas and Jack. I really think Jack needs to go sooner rather than later so if it gets to a point where he needs to go and Jordan's still protecting him I'm not afraid to mobilize the minority to get him out. He just annoys the fuck out of me tbqh but that's like...basically everyone in this community.

I feel bad about not working with Ian and Madeline because they're both really cool people but I think they're big threats and they're always gonna prioritize each other over me or anyone else they work with. They're really socially strong it's actually kinda scary. I want to be friends with them after the game but in this game I think they need to get out sooner than later, and I'm hoping other people will piss them off more than I do. I already feel like I'm burning Kai's vote by basically orchestrating his blindside but...*Jenny Slate voice* I just like to have fun.

https://youtu.be/zBgGKumWIxs

I... REALLY hope that I'm the one that gets to come back tonight! I somehow don't think I will with so much competition but either way, this has been fun and I'm excited that there was a buyback!

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[11/5/17, 7:14:50 PM] Emily: you think everything will be okay tonight?

[11/5/17, 7:15:38 PM] Jordan Pines: im super paranoid

[11/5/17, 7:15:41 PM] Jordan Pines: i trust our 5

[11/5/17, 7:15:42 PM] Jordan Pines: the issue

[11/5/17, 7:15:46 PM] Jordan Pines: is i don’t trust anyone else

[11/5/17, 7:15:49 PM] Emily: fkdfklas ME

[11/5/17, 7:15:53 PM] Jordan Pines: i don’t think ian has been leaked at all

[11/5/17, 7:15:55 PM] Jordan Pines: im praying

[11/5/17, 7:16:01 PM] Jordan Pines: if this pays off

[11/5/17, 7:16:01 PM] Emily: i dont think so either

[11/5/17, 7:16:04 PM] Jordan Pines: and kai wastes an idol

[11/5/17, 7:16:09 PM] Jordan Pines: like we set for endgame

[11/5/17, 7:16:11 PM] Emily: i haven’t told him anything i swear

[11/5/17, 7:16:16 PM] Jordan Pines: i trust you darling

[11/5/17, 7:16:18 PM] Jordan Pines: dont worry

[11/5/17, 7:16:18 PM] Emily: i trust you guys i want to go with you guys to the end

[11/5/17, 7:16:24 PM] Emily: i just get paranoid

[11/5/17, 7:16:43 PM] Emily: I’m sorry I’m gonna get more and more worried as the night goes on

[11/5/17, 7:17:01 PM] Jordan Pines: youre nervous? I’m the ones whose had my name out there for what 3 days now lol?

Like I need Jordan to know I love him as a person but this literally feels so great

God, I've been so impatient about waiting for this day to come. I finally get to battle my way (hopefully) back into the game... a lot is riding on this. I'm really anxious because I don't want to fuck this up.

Realistically, I'll probably just be an easy next boot if I go back into the game so maybe it's best if I save the time and effort put into all of this :/ But... I just don't do that. I've not given up for one second in this game, I'm not going to give up now. If I am defeated, then so be it, and I hope the person who vanquishes me makes the most of their second life. I'll harness my competition beast just for one night, hopefully it'll work. I'm nervous, y'all.

[11/5/17, 8:19:34 PM] Emily: i really dont want to change my vote

[11/5/17, 8:19:38 PM] Emily: really really really dont want to

[11/5/17, 8:20:12 PM] charlotte (themyscira host): but are you?

[11/5/17, 8:20:19 PM] Emily: I AM

[11/5/17, 8:24:12 PM] charlotte (themyscira host): kk just make sure you lock in whichever vote you’re going with before the votes are read

[11/5/17, 8:24:23 PM] Emily: i will I’m just still thinking

[11/5/17, 8:25:05 PM] Emily: i know we need three but I’m so worried about how this is going to go after the vote

[11/5/17, 8:25:19 PM] charlotte (themyscira host): no worries!

[11/5/17, 8:27:41 PM] Emily: my thing is EVEN IF I DONT CHANGE MY VOTE AND THINGS END UP LIKE 2-2-1 somehow, we can revote!!! and things will be okay right??????

[11/5/17, 8:27:46 PM] Emily: well maybe not

[11/5/17, 8:27:52 PM] Emily: let me work this out in hree

[11/5/17, 8:29:32 PM] Emily: ian: jp, lily, me, rhone, nicholas

kai: logan

toph: toph

jp: madeline, ian

[11/5/17, 8:29:54 PM] Emily: somehow if it goes to a 2-2 vote

[11/5/17, 8:30:30 PM] Emily: jordan: me, madeline, ian

???: lily, rhone, nicholas

where would logan go and can toph even vote in an event of a tie

[11/5/17, 8:30:48 PM] charlotte (themyscira host): top cannot revote

[11/5/17, 8:30:50 PM] charlotte (themyscira host): bc he has a self vote

[11/5/17, 8:30:53 PM] Emily: okay

[11/5/17, 8:31:10 PM] Emily: i dont know where the fuck logan would go

[11/5/17, 8:31:39 PM] Emily: but long story short, i dont think I’m gonna change my vote. we will be okay with 2 votes. i can stay good with everyone

[11/5/17, 8:32:09 PM] charlotte (themyscira host): kk so your vote is staying ian?

[11/5/17, 8:32:13 PM] Emily: yes

[11/5/17, 8:32:21 PM] Emily: at least for now. staying ian

[11/5/17, 8:32:26 PM] charlotte (themyscira host): kk

[11/5/17, 8:32:33 PM] Emily: I’m not going to tell them tho

[11/5/17, 8:32:37 PM] Emily: fdksjakla

[11/5/17, 8:36:59 PM] JD { Themyscira Host }: are you... gonna put this in a confessional? Cus I love stateging

[11/5/17, 8:37:16 PM] Emily: i will

[11/5/17, 8:37:29 PM] Emily: i confessed about a lot but i will just add the quotes to a confession

Dudes, Dames n a Deutch is the best alliance ever formed and it's all in the memory of Andreas OUR FALLEN MEMBER.

ANDREAS YOU NEED TO COME BACK.

#whatidoisnotuptoyou #athena11 #episodes

[adultfuntimes-blog]

And so the debauchery begins...

I thought you were different…

Well, you thought wrong Asshole!

 You know how you know when someone you meet online is super insecure and a waste of your time? You can’t! Or at least not until you have  wasted some of your time in order to find out. However, if anyone has more insight here than I PLEASE share!

I recently met a man online and despite the minor red flag of him only having 1 profile photo, I engaged after receiving a message. And also despite the 1 minor red flag, it seemed to be going smooth and easier than some vetting I have done. I am learning to be much more direct and to the point, if that is even possible b/c I thought I was already “to direct” and not flirty enough, but online flirt and real life flirt are different…I think…let’s be real I have Never been good at the flirt. I digress, that is another post entirely.

Back to Mr. Minor Red Flag, who we will now refer to as Mr. RF for short. Mr. RF and I got straight to point of establishing this would be sexual only. We got real specific about some possible fun kink we would like to explore. He sent the now seemingly inevitable dick pic to verify to me, he does in fact have a penis, and get my approval on its image.

Which we will side bar here just for a moment: Dudes, your dicks aren’t attractive!!! I don’t need nor do I want a picture of it! I need, and very much want, you to use it properly! Size is only a problem if it is like microscopic, even then you have hands and a mouth don’t you?! I mean seriously, it is like, every time I can feel the anticipation on the other end of the dude waiting for me to say something complimentary about his ugly fucking cock. It’s so desperate and unattractive. So far, in my experience, there has only been one exception in this regard, but that is also another post entirely.

Ok, back on track. Mr. RF and I seem to be well on our way to fun consensual adult time! That is until I ask for a photo of Mr. RF from above the waste. Red flag #2 goes up. Mr. RF sends a photo of his face with this context; this is me from before I lost 28 lb.

Ok folks, let me describe the two TOTALLY different people I had now seen being advertised as Mr. RF. The original photo, I am still not even sure was a picture of him. The one and only photo on his online profile, was an average height, brown curly haired dude, albeit w/a hairline starting to recede, but big smile, looked to be having a drink at a bar. If I had to guess the weight of man in photo it was probably 160-175 and he claimed to be 38, but looked a bit younger. The before weight loss photo he now was sending was of a MUCH older guy who was wearing a ball cap and based on the cheeks was pretty overweight.

Ok, ok Mr. RF I will give benefit of doubt that you want to shock and awe me with your after weight loss photo. So I assume to take the bait and ask for a current pic, post 28 lb weight loss. Red Flag #3, he claims to “not take good photos” and attempts to talk me out of said request for one. Well now I am on high alert. Not only was he clearly not trying to wow me with a before and after photo op, he clearly is more confident in older self if that is the image he is sending me and current self is insecure in himself. Which it should be noted is mostly annoying because there was a whole conversation about confidence earlier and it being something I am looking for and turned on by. Mr. RF boasted a lot of confidence prior to being asked to acknowledge what his face looks like. To his credit Mr. RF finally does send a selfie and he is even older looking, bald (although he claims he had just shaved his head for a friend who has cancer...riiiight) and still very round cheeks, no smile.

Grrr! Now Mr. RF has put me in the awkward position of having to tell him that this face is not one that will turn me on and not say the other thing I am thinking, which is that I assume the body that goes with it probably won’t either.

Now to clarify, my opinion on Mr. RF’s looks should not mean anything other than he is not MY type. It doesn’t mean he is unattractive, ugly, fat or any of the other negative connotations that we all put on ourselves upon rejection. This is where the title of our piece comes into play. After sending the photo he immediately texts “ …….” And a further sec later “still interested???” Well dude, actually I am not and for many reasons, your looks being only 1 of those. We have reached an annoying yet, I have a feeling, all too common dilemma. How to be honest in the nicest way possible, knowing any way you slice it, rejection sucks. First, I respectfully say that it seems like his online photo is either an older one or a totally different person and unfortunately I am not attracted to the man he seems to be currently. His response is “wow, I thought you were different.”

Are you fucking kidding me dude?! Different than what? You don’t know shit about me outside of what I REALLY look like and some of the things I enjoy about sex. What about that information made you think I would be the type of person who would not care that you TOTALLY presented a VERY unrealistic picture of yourself and that when I met you in person I would just fuck you anyway?! What about that information made you think I was the type of person who would prefer an older, heavier and bald version of the person I engaged in online convo with? Not to mention the fact that YOU specifically asked in that online convo, what is your type and I said, attractive, fit and tall. Which then you claimed to be since you had recently lost a lot of weight.

I’ll tell you what I think you thought you knew about me. I think you don’t view yourself as a very good looking dude and because of this insecurity you use an old, or I still believe fake, photo to attract women you find attractive. I think we both know I am an attractive human and I think you thought you might be able to get me to meet up with you without having to reveal your face first and that this was your shot because just maybe I wouldn’t say no in person or you could “wow” me with your personality. I think I confirmed your insecurity with my rejection so you then tried to guilt me into engaging with you by saying the terrible phrase “I thought you were different than that.” Again I ask, different than what sir? An honest human being?

Again, I will reiterate that my opinion on your looks is nothing more than that. Everyone has a type, which is simply a collection of their opinions of the things in other humans that turns them on. They are usually wide in range and variety. Using myself as a frame of reference; I like men, I like women, but I like them taller than me, in good shape but no need for muscles I just like someone who takes good enough care of themselves you would say they are within an avg BMI, I like all hair and skin colors. I crave intelligence and passion. I like politics and if you can debate me without being a dick or being patronizing, that fucking turns my engine on! I could go on for another page or more about things that can turn me on, but then I would be turned on and well that makes it hard to focus. So back on message. This does not make them right or wrong or in any way a universal standard for anything. And just to clear up any confusion, I have totally been rejected, know how it feels and can empathize with that experience on many levels. I have put it out there and been turned down and every time it stings, but not in a long ass time have I taken it personally. Like I said earlier, I know I am attractive human because that is my opinion and the only one that matters in that regard. I do understand I am lucky to have been born with an a symmetrical face and fabulous hair, #blessed. This has allowed me to have been lucky to not have to struggle too hard with insecurity, despite being a woman in our body shaming, gender binary enforcing society. However, I won’t lie to you or pity fuck you in order for you to not have to deal with yours. I mean a secure confident man doesn’t use a fake or old photo, a confident man doesn’t let some random chick he just met online determine his value in any way.

And we will sum up our journey with Mr. RF with the last few texts.

Mr. RF: I have to use a fake photo online because I am married.

Me: (remember that nuance I spoke of in Mr. 25, he was not married and claimed to not be lying to his SI, not the case here) Well there is yet another detail you left out, I don’t want to get caught up in a sitch like that. Good luck.

Mr. RF: you wouldn’t get caught

I chose to not further respond as I thought the ‘Good luck’ implied I already was looking for no further response.

Get some real balls Mr. RF, if you are unhappily married fucking get divorced, if you want to get laid don’t be deceitful about what you look like cause like it or not people have types and it isn’t cool to pull a bait and switch. I mean come on dude; I thought you were different than that? J

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