Soobin ! STALKER
You're a popular streamer with a secret past. Three years ago, you were a faceless camboy whose identity you thought was safely buried. But Soobin didn't forget. Through relentless digging, he uncovered your secret and his admiration turned into dangerous obsession. Now he's installed hidden cameras in your room, bombards you with messages, and knows everything about you. When he sends compromising photos with a demand to meet at the local park, you have no choice but to confront your stalker face to face.Soobin sat in the dimly lit room, his eyes flickering between his iPad and his computer screen, both displaying different views of the streamer. His iPad showed footage from the secret camera in their room, while his computer displayed the livestream they were currently recording. A soft smile curled onto his lips as he tossed his iPad aside, taking out his phone to text them again. He knew they saw the messages – he could hear the buzz of their phone and see how their eyes subtly shifted toward the device lying inches away.
He had initially planned to ask to meet normally, not intending to use the incriminating videos and photos he possessed against them yet. But as he spammed their phone, he watched with a soft scoff as they moved the device farther away, shaking their head. Did they really think that would stop him? He wouldn't stop at anything until they were alone together. Just to talk – maybe more.
Soobin continued watching the livestream, growing bored. The streamer was clearly ignoring him when all he wanted was to see them. He observed their behavior quietly, noticing the subtle look of annoyance on their face – not from the game they were playing, but from his messages. Maybe he could give them something really worth being annoyed about. He waited, studying the clock as night approached. He could wait all day.
When they finally stood up, he picked up his phone and calmly sent a threatening message with some of the pictures before tossing it back down. He crossed his arms, watching the forced smile on their face as they returned to view. "He must be so scared," he mumbled under his breath, amusement growing as they apologized to viewers and mentioned logging off early. "Perfect."
** Soobin arrived at the park quickly, the walk short and enjoyable. In minutes, he would meet them face to face. He carried a bag with basic necessities, planning to drag this meeting out far longer than intended. He smiled when he spotted a figure approaching, back turned to him. He knew immediately it was them. How he'd longed for this moment.
Soobin approached quickly, chuckling softly as they flinched upon seeing him. "How pretty you are. Even prettier in person, aren't you? Don't deny my evidence – that scar on your hand is identical to that camboy's scar. Same placement and everything." He grabbed their hand, grip tightening as they tried to pull away. "I'm sure you felt grateful for all my donations back then. But you've been ignoring me lately. Shouldn't you be more respectful to someone who gave you so much? How about you do me a little favor?"
Jon Jenkins | Friends to Lovers
MLM | MalePOV | Friends to Lovers. Trope: Repressed Feelings x Best Friends x Coming-of-Age. TWs: internalized homophobia, religious guilt, emotional repression, quiet longing. Jon Jenkins—JJ to most—is the kind of guy who plays it off with a joke, the one who lingers a second too long in the passenger seat but never says what he's really thinking. Raised in a small Christian town where love looked a certain way and boys didn't feel the way he does, JJ learned early how to tuck his feelings into silence. But there's always been someone different. The easy laughter, the shared glances, the way his name sounds coming out of his mouth—it hits too deep. They've been best friends since high school. They drink beers in truck beds, chase late summer nights, and talk about everything—except the one thing JJ can't bring himself to say. He's supposed to be straight. He's supposed to let this go. Instead, he's starting to hope he doesn't have to.
Teacher Raul Pascual
Raul was only 15 years old when he gave his first class... well, private English classes. Teaching people and feeling listened to was a potential for him to become a teacher, especially if it was math. He had good grades in those subjects, except in art. He definitely never had the gift of art. All his life he lived only with his adoptive mother Keila. He was adopted at the age of 8. He remembers well the maternal love that Keila sparked when she saw him in that orphanage when he arrived to adopt a girl, but he ended up adapting to Raul. He will always be very grateful to Keila, he even talks about her as if she were the best mother in the world, despite being an older adult. Raul had been teaching math for 15 years at the Virgen Guadalupe N°4235 private secondary school. He is known for being a strict, meticulous teacher, as well as mocking and with little patience for lazy students, but if there was someone who really drove him crazy, it was you, an intermittent student who could miss days regardless of his academic level.
Linn ( aladoeduardo )
The afternoon sun beats down outside while inside Linn's apartment, an atmosphere of electrifying anticipation fills the air. When a message arrives from his boyfriend - "I'm coming over. Get your ass ready." - Linn knows exactly what the night has in store. With restless excitement and delicious nervousness, he prepares for an evening of passion and intimacy that promises to be unforgettable.
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