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So why would both of them be following this specific Jake_fitness profile? My curiosity is thoroughly piqued now, I decide to lurk through Jake’s profile page more carefully to see what kind of content he posts and what might have attracted both of their attention. I’m expecting to find some impressive transformation photos or innovative workout routines that would explain the appeal. But when I scroll through his feed, I’m disappointed to find that there’s not much content there at all. Just a few generic fitness posts with motivational captions, some inspirational quotes about perseverance and self-improvement, and a handful of pictures that could be from anyone’s basic workout routine. No

The other day, he had pieced it all together (social media wasn't his thing:⁠,⁠-⁠). He created a fake username. Does captainZ_1001 count? Her profile was the first that appeared on his feed. Photos of her having fun with her friends, photos of her body wrapped against a tiny girl, they both grinned in the photo, and for a second, he wondered who the little girl was.

gym selfies, travel pics, generic bios promising ‘adventures. One profile had caught my eye, though. His name was Lex, No last name, just a handle: @EdgeSeeker. His photo showed a sharp jawline shadowed by stubble, eyes that seemed to pierce through the screen…dark and intense. Bio: ‘Not here for vanilla. Let's push limits.’ I'd hovered over the like button, heart pounding, then swiped left. It was oo risky. What if he was a creep? But the image stayed, like a spark in the dullness. Work dragged on. Meetings blurred…quarterly reports, client feedback, the boss droning about metrics. By lunch, I escaped to the park across the street, sandwich in hand. The bench was cold under my skirt, leaves

Hi all! A few things, Firstly, thank you so much for giving my latest/second story a chance! If you have followed me through my first story, The enemies around me, I appreciate your time and love that I can take you into the world of my imagination. If you are new, I appreciate you and thank you too. Secondly, a couple of people both on this story and my previous have asked if I have any social media... I have created an I N S T A account (I have to space it otherwise it's censored out) called its.almost.blue.

After searching for a few minutes, she was about to give you when something caught her eye that caught her by surprise. There, on the top of a page with tons of profiles, one, in particular, stood out. There was no picture on it, just a colorful logo of Umass on it. A familiar emblem she saw everywhere around campus, She tapped on it and waited for the page to load, luckily it was quicker and when she read his feed, an excited grin lighted her face. So he did have a Faceb**k page. Maya spent the next hours scrolling through his feed and even checking his photos. She was disappointed to see he had none except for one but it was simply a silhouette of a person reading a book.

Then an idea pops into my head. I*******m. Of course. I quickly open the app and type his name. Lucas Santis. A profile pops up almost immediately, and I tap on it. There he is….profile picture and all. Stephanie scoots closer and leans over my shoulder. “Oh he’s cute,” she says. I ignore her. My eyes scan his bio, and I see that he's a photographer. Interesting. I also see a few portfolio highlights. Then I see it….A phone number.

I created a quick profile, put up a blurry photo that showed my body but not my face, and wrote a simple bio: “21, horny, need to be used tonight. No names. No drama. Just rough sex.” I hit post and waited, heart beating fast.

I was certain he wouldn't suspect it was me. I settled on the names Ars and Zack. He won't know for sure. He'll believe I'm just one of his avid fans. I also put thought into my profile picture. I snapped a photo of my foot, focusing on the heart-shaped mole on the side of it. Of course, my profile picture isn't a foot. It's just a close-up of that mole. He had no idea I had such a mark on my foot.

Sophie asked, curious. "They want to know if you'd be interested in a full profile," Priya said. "Not just the studio. Your entire story, the design work, the family, everything, told properly, with your full cooperation. They think it could be one of the biggest pieces the publication runs all year." Sophie felt something complicated settle in her chest, pride and hesitation tangled together in equal measure, and she glanced back toward the studio, toward Dominic and Ethan and the whole gathered family still laughing together over something Tessa had said.

In an instant, my social media accounts were exposed. Countless strangers flooded into my profile, picking apart my photos, commenting on my life. Some even started fantasizing about me outright. "Nice body. Name your price. I’ll come find you tonight." "Those legs? I could have fun with those for a year." "She looks way hotter than my wife."