#he would record himself doing nasty things to it and send it to u

[devourable]

i believe u once said that gene was a big tiddy guy. therefore i offer: he had a mousepad special made with his photo n his chest as the wrist padding.

or his ass. his ass could be the padding.

anyway it’s for bae <3

i cant believe u think his ego is big enough to do something like this (because it is, and he would)

#gene is the type to make a dakimakura type of thing of his darling for himself #he would record himself doing nasty things to it and send it to u #also i do genuinely wanna make merch for my ocs when i actually start working on making games so idk this might become real one day JAHDJSK #communion ;; asks #anonymous

[venusandsaturnsrings]

ok but incel childe stalking u through ur webcam,,,, ur laptops always gonna be open cause u procrastinate a lot of ur work and end up sleeping with it open on some random word document (childe shakes his head, this is why u should just drop out and leave the pesky things like papers to him) and he gets full access to ur room through it.

he gets a full view of u sometimes jerking off the stress of school,,, he's had the recording of it saved and used as jack off material sometimes.

i feel like he'd bully u too by erasing some important documents u finished or need by a deadline and he'd watch u look for it and cry like the incel he is (sometimes hearing u sob has him reach out for his cock)

at one point, he'd put in his carefully crafted virus that would cause ur laptop to 'break' and none if the other techs could figure it out (and suggest a reformat of the entire laptop) which u obviously don't want to, u have important things in it! so someone suggested the best tech student in their class, which happens to be him.

every… single time… anyone sends me shit like this it makes me squirm and cry from joy. HES SO NASTY AND WOULD 100% DO THAT YOU HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD!! anon i want u so bad

what was originally supposed to be small thoughts turned blurb btc lol

his gaming set up, naturally, has several monitors and he always keeps one open and free to watch you!! he’d be a horrible future boyfriend and husband if he wasn’t looking after you so much D: it’s only right for him to start his duties early, no? half the time he’s sighing at your silly and dumb antics and half the time he’s cooing sweetly at the screen. you’re just too cute!! stupid but cute, he thinks.

and it’s only natural that he savours the more intimate moments most. the first time he saw you begin to touch yourself and whine he couldn’t even find himself able to move. he was rock solid in his pants but fuck he couldn’t miss a second of this even if it was to take his sweats and boxers off or begin to record. through the whole ordeal he barely even breathed. he just sat, watching, and waiting. the vulnerability of it all had him bucking soft and uselessly into the air at the same tempo your fingers set. ‘that should be me’ he thought. ‘that will be me’ he knows. it just has to be. the second time he’s smart enough to screen record the whole thing. he turns off every other application to make sure nothing could potentially compromise the video quality since he surely needed something to get him through the next while he waited for you to fall into his arms. it would be self torture if he allowed himself to refrain; not that he would, in any case. it’s become a nightly ritual of his to either watch you get off in real time or in those videos he’s compiled.

he’s got a huge thing for degradation and consequently dacryphilia as well. seeing you cry is one of his very favourite sights. at first, it was a simple slip of a finger that deleted one of your documents but watching as you uselessly whimpered and cried had him doing it on purpose from there on out. honestly, it gets to the point he jacks off more to you crying than the sight of you getting off. he wants to reassure you all while only making things worse. he wants to make you cry harder. he wants to make you cry knowing it’s for him. <33

he’s at the top of all his courses and whips through even the most difficult assignments without a problem so he ends up with a lot of free time. given his skills, developing malware that will lead you right to him is of utmost priority. obviously, he can’t make the solution easy so he creates his own mashup of C++ and Malbolge to make it virtually impossible for anyone but him to figure it out. he uses basic functions but in the most convoluted way possible (thank you Malbolge for being a nightmare coding system) so he’s certain none of the other students or professionals will solve the issue. naturally, after several of the smartest people you know look at it silently, you’re sent to childe. and he’s thrilled. finally. finally you’re within arms length. finally he can have you the way he wants.

he looks over your laptop briefly while sporting a lazy grin before handing over his address and phone number so he can ‘take a further look at it’ which, unbeknownst to you, is bullshit. he’ll invite you over, hook a couple things up, press a handful of buttons and bam. problem solved. you’re stunned because how the fuck did he do that? the reality is he did fix the ‘issue’ but he also imported everything onto his hard drive. you don’t need to know that though. his heart pounds at the way you cheer and smile at him as if this wasn’t a mess of his own creation. childes hands are sweaty and his glasses askew but you’re just so happy so he tries not to focus on that. he shifts to pull the pocket of his hoodie down, hands still shoved inside, so you don’t catch a glimpse of his raging hard on. you ask to pay him back. with a light blush he says ‘payment? hm… i’ll take a date in exchange. how’s that sound, princess?’ you say yes enthusiastically.

he has the most satisfying orgasm as soon as you leave, load busted all over the hand that touched the keys of your laptop <33

#oh how i adore him #childe my beloved!! #had to take a breather several times through this #i want him so bad #cw: misogyny #cw: incel #cw: stalker #childe x reader #incel childe #chit chats

[katsumox]

bakusquad skating hcs

cw: cussing, bakugou being a bitch, cuteass couple shit?? idk

notes from candy girl: uhhh excuse my subpar writing, i dont do this v often, and you don't know how to skateboard in these.

also..... skaterboy brainrot fhrjisfnvksjn

BAKUGOU KATSUKI:

kirishima, denki and sero are the reason behind this menace on wheels

didn't really care for it until the boys got him into it but now he's such a skate elitist like shut uppppp

has certain fits for skating,,, stuff that makes him look good but can get scuffed up a bit

(hella techwear and darkwear. that is all)

one of those boys who are like, super into skating but only because he wants to be good at it

gets unreasonably pissy when anyone gets too close to him while skating

DEFINITELY quietly critiques everyone in the park while waiting to enter the bowl and shit

will talk hella shit about how great he is and how bad anyone else is

BOWL HOG BOWL HOG BOWL HOG URGGGGGHHHH

will legitimately attempt to fight you if you enter the bowl while he's doing a session

he's a good teacher if you wanna learn to do cool stuff fast, but he's kinda mean about your initial skill when you first start

will CACKLE at you if you eat shit while trying to skate

doesn't really night skate due to his grandpa-ass sleep schedule

is 100% the only guy here who takes his safety a teensy bit serious, but only wears kneepads and occasionally wrist guards

(under his clothes tho)

he'll make you wear all of it though, OVER your clothes, talking bout sum "You're not gonna fuck up your bones on a shitty skateboard with these on, got it, princess? Now relax, damn."

if you ask he'll just say its because you "Have weakass bones and need to save your strength for hero training, dumbass." not that he cares, though.

he doesn't

*wink wink*

KAMINARI DENKI:

does not give TWO SHITS about his safety while skating

(literally does not give a damn and has the gnarliest falls and scars because of it)

i don't even think he owns any pads or guards lmao

when he's not skating by himself or with the bakusquad, 9 times out of 10 he's skating with shinso

thinks he's a Cool Skater Boy**TM but kinda looks like he doesn't know what he's doing because he constantly does stupid shit

like he carries around monster energy and wears VERY specific fits just to skate, but fucks 'em up bc he does dumbass shit for laughs

pestered bakugou into getting a board along with kiri and sero

tailgates bakugou just to piss him off, but generally likes riding alone with music blasting in his ears at night time

has a playlist for it and everything

(has lost multiple pairs of airpods like this)

LOVES night skating in general and is always the one to suggest it to the rest of the squad because he likes the nighttime ~vibes~

(will take you night skating and share airpods with u<3)

has hella boards.

pennyboards, longboards, cruisers, etc.

would totally give you one to keep, sweet baby :')

SUCH A NICE TEACHER OMG

won't let you do anything too dangerous,,, he hates when you get hurt

if you do get hurt, he doesn,t have bandaids, but he'll kiss it better!!

kind of bad at explaining things so he tries to do it with you ON the board, and holds you while doing it :))))

"So, you uhm... you kinda just woosh, and then you do uhhh.."

"Denki, honey, why dontcha just show me?"

"Or.. what if we do it TOGETHER!! That'd be fun, wouldn't it, babes?!?"

this eventually leads to impromtu cuddling on the park bench<33333

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU:

this boy also does not wear protective gear

however... Red here has a valid reason,, i mean he can harden before anything really nasty happens

would 110% carry cute bandaids for ya if you ever fall

(key word is" if" because kiri takes your safety so damn serious it's probably not gonna happen)

typically throws on whatever he has to go skate but the main aesthetic is athlete meets streetwear

is the most likely to take you skating with his friends (he wants you all to get along aweeee)

secretly wants to go on a skate date really in the morning so the two of you can skate around, watch sunrise and then go for breakfast<3

gets SO annoyed when people take too long in the bowl

like hurry up bitch we've been waiting (but he won't say that cuz he's nice)

doesn't really know complex tricks like bakugou but is the best teacher in terms of getting balance and stuff

only has two or three boards because he used to accidentally break 'em a lot but would still give you one

he's so nice about how to skate,,,, like he corrects you so kindly and he'll fix your posture and stuff for you and ughhhhh<3333

will compliment you SO MUCH when you do something right!!

"Eiji,, im doin' it!"

"Aww you're doing great, babe!! Keep going and w-OAH SHIT"

ya'll took a break after that, because you ended up scraping up your knees and hands

its okay though because kiri had bandaids and kisses to make it better :)

SERO HANTA:

records denki + kirishima's stunt escapades for fun (sends a BUNCH of snaps of them doing dumb shit while they're out)

wears all protective gear besides helmets and elbow pads, but says he would wear the pads if he could

(he's lying, he's just trying to get you to be safe)

will hold your hand and walk next to you when you first try to skate :)

likes to hold your hand in general, so onse you get good at skating and don't need him to hold you anymore, he'll do it anyway

takes you skating with the squad and their s/o's

brags about how well you're doing to the other boys (until you fall, that is)

unlike denki, he pulls off the whole laidback Cool Skater Boy**TM thing really well

prolly because he's not really trying

he skates the least out of the group, mainly because he's always out doing stuff with you<333

also carries bandaids like kirishima but they're boring

makes every outing with you a date, and skating is no exception. actually, skating has become one of your favorite couple activities

always makes a point to take you out afterwards, whether that be for boba or for ramen or something.

"Well, we're done here, so what do ya wanna eat, chiquita?"

"Hmmm... what about onigiri?"

"We had that last time, but anything for you, mi reinita."

~fin~

wanna be on the taglist??

send in an ask, babe<3

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[starrywolf101]

For the zombieinnit thing what about different people finding out how fragile Tommy is

The 5 Times Tommy Gets Hurt

(+1 he gets protected)

1 - Jack Manifold

He had a brief interaction with Manifold on the day he left the prison, but he was still reeling and not truly listening to anything Jack said. That day was more of a blur than anything.

But now here he was, wanting Jack to stop rebranding the hotel. It was only a couple weeks since the last time he'd seen the other, but by now he's made more strides in recovering. Nobody but Puffy, Sam, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Michael knew about his zombie status yet.

Currently Jack Manifold and him were locked in a glaring content, both of his eyes locked onto the other's heterochromic eyes.

"Look, Jack, you can keep managing it and everything, but I really need you to remember that it's my property. Not yours, you arse."

Apparantly not liking that answer, Jack sneers and shoves Tommy. Freezing up in fear, Tommy doesn't even trying to defend himself from the attack. He loses his balance and falls to the ground, skull hitting the floor with a sickening crack. Regret flairs through Jack's veins as he immediately drops to his knees to check over the kid. Tommy's eyes are glazed over as he stares blankly up. His mind is replaying the moment he died over and over again, when his skull was slammed into the obsidian floor. Back in the present, Jack calls Sam Nook for help, the robot had been standing outside the hotel as per usual. He didn't actually want Tommy dead... again,,

When the robot had started helping Tommy, the kid's new... symptoms having been recorded into It's database, Jack had nearly puked. The back of Tommy's head, where he had hit the ground, looked rotted, and... ew was that Tommy's brain??? How was the kid still awake!?

He watches in shock as Sam Nook pours a potion of harming onto Tommy's injury, nearly jumping in to stop the robot, before watching with widened eyes as the wound healed...

"YOU WILL SPEAK NOTHING OF THIS JACK MANIFOLD."

Jack had nodded silently and fled the scene. There was so much to process...

2 - Sapnap

Sapnap and Tommy have always had a... complicated relationship. Sometimes they got along, and other times they were against each other. But since Dream had cut all attachments, Tommy had shown sympathy and reached out an olive branch to the other, and Sapnap had taken it. They still don't always get along perfectly, but its back to how it used to be... playful teasing and pranks!

But since the kid had left the prison, he's been... quieter. Seeing Tommy so quiet felt wrong.

In fact, he rarely saw the kid nowadays.

Having been looking for an excuse to see the teen, Sapnap had found the perfect thing. By a river, he'd found a rock that, if you squinted, it was shaped like a dick. Surely Tommy would get a kick out of this!

Approaching the dirt shack, gift in his pocket, Sapnap had a slight skip in step. He knocks on the door and called out for the boy.

"Tooommmyy! Are you home?"

A crash inside the home was worrying, but a quiet groan of pain set off alarm bells. Without another thought, Sapnap tries the doorknob— surprisingly the door was unlocked. Did this kid want to be stolen from??? Shaking off the stray thoughts, once again focused on the task at hand, he opens the door and enters. A light on downstairs leads Sapnap into a storage room with Tommy sitting curled up in the corner.

A rancid smell hits his nostrils and he scrunches his nose. An odor that was familiar to the awful smell of meat having gone bad.

Walking up to the teen, Tommy stared back at him with large, scared eyes. He was cradling his hand close to his chest, hiding it from view. And now that he was closer, something in the back of his mind registered that the smell was coming from the kid.

"Hey Tommy," Sapnap's voice took on a softness usually reserved for his close friends and his fiances. "Wanna tell me what happened so I can help?"

After a moment of Tommy examining his facial expression, he must've realize Sapnap meant no harm, and hesitantly holds his hand out. What Sapnap sees makes him want to vomit. Across Tommy's palm was a huge cut, but it was green and purple... the muscles torn and bone glimpseable .

Frowning, Sapnap mumbles: "Oh, kid... Here, I have a regen pot on me–"

"NO" Tommy's panicked shout cuts him off mid-sentence. "I– I mean," the kid gets quiet and nervous. "Use the one from my chest...: He shakily points towards the single chest across the room with his good hand.

Shaking off the shock, Sapnal roots through the chest and pulls out a bottle ful of a sickly potion... upon realizing what kind of potion it was, the cogs in his head turn. Rancid smell, rotted wound, potion of harming... Tommy was undead.

Sapnap scoots back over to Tommy, gently taking hold of the kid's wrist as to avoid spilling the potion on himself, and pours a generous amount of the viscous liquid onto Tommy's injury. The kid winces, but neither miss the twin looks of relief on their faces as the wound knits itself closed.

Seeing that Tommy was still clearly in a bad mental space, he remember the gift in his pocket. Pulling it out and handing it to the other, Sapnap smiles as he simy says: "I got you a dick rock."

Tommy's surprised, burst laugh was like music to his ears.

3 - Ghostbur

Ghostbur didn't understand what Tommy meant when he said he'd died. Tommy couldn't die, right...? No, his little brother was a survivor!

There was no way he had talked to Alivebur... but that look in Tommy's eyes... there was no way to fake that.

All the evidence kept piling up, and though he forgot some of it, some things never left his mind anymore. The way Tommy would get scared of taking damage, the way touch repulsed him... Tommy was also a lot quieter nowadays.

It was a nice day in Snowchester when it Ghostbur was confronted with the awful truth.

He had been visiting the small community when he spotted Tommy huddled up inside Tubbo's house. Obviously, he wondered why his little brother wasn't outside playing in the snow, so he goes to investigate.

"Tommy!" His raspy voice calls out cheerfully upon entering the cozy home. "Tommy what are you doing inside?"

He misses the way Tommy flinches, the terrified look in the youngest's eyes. Maybe Wilbur would've spotted it immediately, but Ghostbur wasn't him. He only saw the forced smile that covered it up, mistaking it for genuine happiness.

Tommy opens his mouth to respond, but he hesitated too long. Ghostbur was already talking again, excitedly bouncing in place. "I saw the snow outside and I remember how we used to have snowball fights when you were itty bitty, and it must've been a long time ago because now you're all tall and gangly! So I was thinking to myself, 'hmm, Tommy had been so sad lately! You know what would cheer him up? A snowball fight!' Except I can't touch the snow or else I'll melt so I thought we could go find Tubbo to play with!" It was a good thing Ghostbur didn't need to breathe anymore, because that whole rant would've taken a lot of air. Before Tommy could even finish processing all of that, Ghostbur grabs his wrist and starts tugging.

The unexpected contact send Tommy reeling, memories of a time when Wilbur would drag Tommy by the wrist, grip tight and unrelenting as the kid kicked and screamed. Times in the dark, cold ravine where nobody else could hear him plead for help. That morphed into when Dream started to doing the same thing during exile. Dream and Wilbur were interchangeable, their voices of anger and disappointment morphing into one. Adrenaline kicking in, Tommy starts shouting out for help, thrashing in Ghostbur's loose grip and causing the ghost to let go in surprise.

Luckily, Ranboo was close by and appeared inside the house. His teleportation ability kicking in without him realizing. He's quick to Tommy's side as the ghost watches on in horror. Quiet, comforting vwoops leave Ranboo's chest, and Tommy unconsciously curls closer to the source of familiar comfort. Once the majority of the panic was over, Tommy looks at Ranboo, eyes locked onto his tie. "Ra' boo?" The youngest slurs out tiredly.

"Hey, Tommy, you're safe. You're in Snowchester, with Tubbo and me."

Tommy simply nodded and closed his eyes, slumping over. The air is still for a moment, a tense quiet fills the walls of the house.

"Is... is he okay...?" Ghostbur finally speaks up.

"Honestly? Not really..." Ranboo answers, turning to look at the ghost, but never quite making eye-contact. "But he'll be better when he wakes up. Panic attacks are exhausting, especially for him nowadays.."

When Ranboo picks Tommy up, the red and white shirt rides up on his side a little, giving Ghostbur a good look at a nasty wound. Flesh eaten away to reveal the muscle underneath. Already feeling himself forgetting, Ghostbur watches the two teens leave the room.

4 - Philza

It had been awhile since he'd seen Tommy. Last time had been when he'd shown up to help Ranboo move. After the eyepatch incident, the base had been wrapped in a tense silence. Ranboo left for a few days afterwards, though Techno and Phil couldn't blame him. He did come back, but nobody spoke of what happened.

So, Phil hadn't been ready to run into Tommy in the Nether. He had just been on his way towards the larger SMP when he saw the kid sitting on a path, legs dangling off the side as he stared into the lava below. That sight set off so many alarm bells, and it took everything in Phil not to yank the kid back from the edge.

"What are you doing out here, mate?" Phil calls out, wings ruffling nervously on his back. He kept his voice and expression calm.

Tommy flinches, but his posture quickly relaxes again as he turns to look at Phil, his empty socket uncovered. Phil has to force himself to not stare at it. "Oh, its you." There was an apathetic tone to Tommy's voice that rubbed him wrong. Tommy was one of the most expressive people he'd ever met, and to hear him so emotionless...

Contrary to popular belief, he was not Tommy's dad. He hadn't even met the kid until his son, Wilbur, had gotten attached. But that Tommy was very different from the one he's looking at now. What had caused this change?

"You just gonna keep fucking staring at me like I'm some circus freak, or are you gonna sit down already?" Tommy pulls Phil out of his thoughts, causing the man to blink in confusion. He accepts the offer before the teen catching his mind— sitting cross-legged on the path beside Tommy, but not too close. They sit in silence for a bit, listening to the songs of the Nether. Piglins and Zombie Piglins oink and snort, there's a distant cry of a Ghast, and even the lava is bubbling to its own tune. Every now and then, Phil catches himself staring at Tommy, forcing himself to look elsewhere when he does. Tommy catches on, "I know I'm handsome and all, but staring is considered rude, bitch. Thought someone as old as you would know that," there's a hint of teasing in his tone.

Embarrassment floods his veins, causing Phil's wings to poof a bit, but he could blame it on the heat. "Erm– Sorry, mate... just caught up in my own head, I guess,"

Tommy rolls his eye and makes direct eye-contact with Phil. "I don't want your pity. I don't care for your thoughts. If you have questions, ask them now, cause you might never get another opportunity."

Phil swallows heavily and looks away. A lot of questions raced through his mind, but only one stuck:

"Did you talk to Wilbur?"

The teen grimaced, and that was an answer all in itself. "Yeah, asshole talked about solitare for months straight, would not shut up about the stupid game."

Oh... that hadn't been the answer he was expecting.

"And then continued to want to destroy the entirety of the SMP. He's acting crazier than before, but I guess I would too if I sat in a void for nine years too."

He remembers reading something about the time difference between death and life... back when he was still researching revival. Moving on from his question about Wilbur, he then asks: "How have you been doing?"

Tommy simply shrugs. "Usually? I'm either knee deep in flashbacks, or I'm aware enough to stumble about. Today? Can't feel a thing– 'm hollow. That's why I don't care about the questions,, I literally can't."

His heart breaks as he listens to Tommy's words, here is a kid so beat down and ruined by the world. To the point where he's gone numb. Not sure what else to do, Phil pulls Tommy into a hug, wrapping his wings around them. "I'm sorry."

Still for just a moment, Tommy slowly leans into the embrace, "Yeah.. me too."

5 - Puffy

Captain Puffy prides herself on being there for her friends. For trying for those she loves. Learning that she didn't try hard enough for Tommy left her broken.

And then, by some miracle, he was back. But... not as he was. In fact, the trauma he's lived (and died) through seems to have shut the once lively boy down.

She finds him hesitating outside her therapy office, or therapuffy as she calls it, fiddling with his torn and bloodied shirt. She mentally noted that he needs a new wardrobe.

"Hey, Tommy! What's up, my dude?" She keeps her voice soft and upbeat, not wanting to scare him away. "Did you need something?"

She internally frowns at the way he shies away from her, even though she's not anywhere near enough to initiate contact. Even stranger is how he doesn't fully turn to face her, half his face obscured from view. Still, she doesn't show she noticed it, and continues to smile warmly. Here was a duckling who was afraid of opening back up, but desperately in need of that love and affirmation he deserves. But she has to wait for him to come to her.

Realizing that maybe he wouldn't start anything on his own, she starts up the conversation. "Did you hear about the latest prank on Bad?" She asks. When Tommy shakes his head, the corner of her lip quirks up in amusement as she continues. "Somebody put a bunch of swear words all over his house!" That gets a chuckle out of Tommy.

They sit in silence after that, though its not awkward. It feels more like Tommy is internally debating on what to say, and Puffy didn't want to distract him. After a minute, with his voice uncharacteristically quiet, he asks: "Do you have any potions...?"

"Yeah! I've got some in storage," She hums. "Do you wanna come with me to get some?"

He hesitantly nods before turning his body to fully face her. That's when she saw it. His cheek in the left side of his face was rotted away, revealing teeth and gums. Nausea twisted in her gut, but still somehow remains calm. Instead of even referencing the gruesome sight, she simply smiles and holds out her hand. Seeming to get the message, Tommy places his hand in hers. She leads him down to where she kept most of her stuff, and sits him down on a spare surface– the place being an empty chest just sitting out.

"What kind of potion you need?" She asks, not wanting to assume and end up messing up.

"...Harming,"

Humming, Puffy digs around for a minute before successfully retrieving a potion of harming. It was a drinking one, surprisingly enough. Usually she just turned all of those into splash pots. Pulling on a pair of gloves and dousing a spare rag in the viscous liquid. Carefully holding up the soaked rag to his face, she hovers just above the rotting flesh and asks: "May I?"

Tommy nods and she presses the cloth to his cheek. She can feel the flesh knit itself back together under the cloth. Once she was sure it was healed, she hands whats left of the potion over for Tommy to drink. That'll fix up any internal damages he was possibly dealing with.

He grimaces as he accepts the bottle, "It always tastes like that shit nasty medicine i took as a kid.." he grumbles before throwing his head back to gulp the potion down as quickly as possible. Her inner pirate from days long gone idly thinks that Tommy would he good at putting down shots.

He soon leaves after that, not a word from either of them. Puffy silently promises to look out for the kid.

+1 - Techno

Tommy was being chased down by Bad and Ant again... though they were quickly gaining on him. Since coming back from the dead, Tommy's had very poor stamina, and he's not sure if its a zombie thing or him being very unhealthy thing. Being skin and bones, unhealthy underweight, would definitely affect him,, but he just couldn't seem to put any of the weight back on now.

The Egg cult must've been especially focused on him, bevause they were still chasing him, and Tommy was stumbling through a snow biome... Deja vu much?

Panting, Tommy can only hear the blood rushing in his ears, his heavy breathing, and the crunching of snow.

There's a light in the distance, though! And a very familiar cabin. Alarms blared in his head, his traitorous brain reminding him that he wasn't welcome here anymore. He didn't have much time to think, though, because his foot gets stuck in a snowdrift, causing him to collapse into the cold, frozen ground. The snow cushions his fall, though he definitely feels his foot pop off from his ankle.

"Well well well, looks like its the end of the road, Tommyinnit... again." Bad mocks in a chilling voice– it was a hollow sort of joy, a mimic of how warm Bad's voice used to be. He watches as Ant picks up the detached foot, frozen still with fear. "Any last words, Tommy?"

He squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for his swift end... knowing that Bad was lifting up an axe to swing. Only for it to never come. Instead a clank of metal on metal, and a familiar monotone voice.

"You see, I can't let you do that. You're all on my land, and I'd hate for the snow to stain red."

Peaking open an eye, he's in awe of the sight before him. Technoblade was standing in front of him, his axe having blocked the strike. Bad and Ant look at each other, nod, and back off. It was obvious that going against The Blade was a losing battle. Ant drops the foot into the snow as the two retreat.

Techno puts away his weapon and crouches down to pick up the foot. "What are you doing here, Theseus?" Techno didn't turn towards him.

"Give it back." Tommy ignores the question, putting up his wall. "That's mine, you arse."

"What do you mean its yours? Whose foot is this anyways–" Techno's words cut off as he turns to face Tommy, finally taking in the kid's appearance.

Tommy wasn't wearing his eyepatch, but thats not what caught his attention. It was the lack of a foot attached to his body. Quickly realizing why Tommy was demanding back the foot, he hands it over to the kid, watching in morbid fascination as he pops it right back onto his leg and rolling his ankle. The voices were all screaming different things,and he couldn't make sense of what they were saying.

"So... uh, the weird egg people were chasing you?"

Techno sucked at small talk, but he honestly didn't know what to say as Tommy stood up and brushed the snow off himself. "I'm immune and shit— well I was before the uh, prison visit. But I think I'm still immune."

"Ah,"

...

"Uh, I'm gonna go back home.." Tommy points towards the Nether Portal. "Thank you for saving me, or whatever.."

"Yeah.. yeah,"

...

"I'm just... gonna go."

Techno watches as Tommy starts to head off, slowly crunching through the snow.

He didn't know what terms he was on with the kid, but it didn't seem nearly as hostile as before. It probably wouldn't hurt anything if he started to watch out for Tommy from the shadows..

[Masterpost]

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Okay its done, I've been working on this for ages! I also didn't go back and read it, and most of this was written while I was exhausted, so there's that

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[nancywheelxr]

Omg omg omg omg plz do a Uncle Peter and Uncle Aaron fic

“You did what?” Uncle Aaron rasps, hand still pressing tight to his chest and slightly out of breath, and his expression is somewhere between anger and disbelief. On the other side of the room, Peter throws his hands up, mouth stuffed with a bagel.

Yup. That’s about what Miles expected.

Okay, he should probably back up a little and explain.

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So, look, there are the facts:

The body of Aaron Davis never reached the morgue. The vehicle containing his body was shot out of the road exactly eight minutes after it left the alleyway. No suspects were apprehended and Officer Jefferson Davis was ordered to close the case twelve days later after all leads had gone cold. 

That had been nearly a year ago.

Now, here are some more– mildly less believable, but hey, last year the multiverse kinda went bananas, so who’s Miles to call anything crazy, right? – facts: 

Three weeks ago a grumpy wizard dumped Peter in Miles’ backyard. He had a cool cape, though, that Miles thinks might have waved at him at some point? Anyway, there was this wizard, right, and he dumped Peter in his mom’s hydrangeas and then he told Miles to keep an eye on Peter because Peter had apparently been cursed and couldn’t stay in their universe for the time being? No, he did not know when he’d be back to collect him, and no, he would not be taking criticisms on his plan right now.

It had all been very strange.

So yeah, that was a thing that happened. Apparently, Peter’s universe had been attacked by a sorcerer and Spider-Man got the wrong end of a particularly nasty banishing spell. 

“It was not my fault,” Peter had said, head halfway into Miles’ refrigerator, “if the Avengers could keep their damn villains of the week out of my neighborhood, then none of this would happen– hey, is the chili still good? No, you know what, nevermind, it probably is, let me just check the milk–”

And that had been that. 

“ – and you know, Harry Potter over there, didn’t have to just dump me here,” except, Peter had seemed to want to explain thoroughly what happened first, “I bet he could have just waved his hand and be done with it. He fixed the whole molecular-universe-rejection thing, didn’t he? Sorcerer Supreme, my–”

Miles had kind of zoned out after a while.

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Those were the facts, see, and all of them were out of Miles’ hands, that’s a very important thing to notice.

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So, since, Doctor Wizard hadn’t bothered to stay to hash out the finer details before peacing out back to his dimension, that left to Peter and Miles to figure out where to stash Peter while this whole mess was sorted out.

It’s not like Peter has a functioning social security number or even the money to buy some real state or pay any sort of rent. Sure, they could go to Aunt May’s place, but whenever Miles tried to bring it up, Peter got that weird face on, that looked kinda guilty and like, infinitely sad, and Miles didn’t have the heart to suggest it again.

Besides, he doesn’t think it would be good for May, not if this took a while.

Somehow, that ended up equaling with Peter squatting at Uncle Aaron’s old place.

It had seemed the logical conclusion, at the time. No one was using it and Miles’ dad hadn’t wanted to let go of it, not yet. Privately, Miles thinks it’s ‘cause his dad still hopes Uncle Aaron is out there, alive. The lack of a body to bury does that, he thinks, and wholeheartedly agrees with his dad.

If there’s still a chance, Miles would take it.

Anyway. So, Peter had been staying at Uncle Aaron’s place and being an all-around sorta cool mentor while helping out Miles with the whole superhero gig. 

It had really been just a matter of time until his parents caught up with it.

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Again, let the record show, that while yes, Miles had been the one to come up with Uncle Peter, it had been Peter that came up with the marriage thing.

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Another couple of facts to keep in mind:

Fours hours ago, Miles and Peter had busted another of Kingpin’s research facilities. Inside it, handcuffed to one of the beds, they had found Uncle Aaron recovering from surgery.

According to his retelling of events, that had been his twelfth procedure. Kingpin had been the one to pay for the Prowler gear, therefore, Kingpin owned the Prowler. Kingpin does not throw away expensive resources– not even the ones who needed open-chest surgery, blood transfusions, illegal not-yet-tested drugs, and too many lung surgeries. No, Uncle Aaron does not know what he had been planning to do with him once he recovered enough, but he figures it would be nothing good, probably blackmail him into working for him again.

Bringing him back to his old place had also brought up the fact that someone else had been living there.

Which brings them back to:

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“Why the hell would you tell them that?” Uncle Aaron twitches, glaring at Peter like he wants to bring out his gear to saw him up a bit, “of all the all the– are you an idiot?”

Miles cringes. This is spiraling out of control fast. “Look, I know this isn’t ideal–”

“You think I want to be married to a Supervillain?” Peter, having swallowed his bagel, screams back at Uncle Aaron, seething with righteous anger, “I’m not exactly having the time of my life here either, pal!”

“Okay, I wouldn’t say he’s a supervillain, exactly,” Miles tries to placate him, “more like a henchman, maybe? And he’s totally reformed! Right, Uncle Aaron? Right?”

It’s not a real question, exactly, Miles knows that moment on Aunt May’s roof had been a turning point for his uncle, knows the second he let go of Miles, the second that bullet his chest, he wasn’t a bad guy anymore. He couldn’t be, not when his nephew was Spider-Man. 

And Miles would be damned if he wasn’t going to give his own uncle a second chance.

Still, as soon as the words leave Miles’ mouth, Uncle Aaron seems to deflate. He sighs, running a hand across his face before motioning Miles over. “C’mere, kid,” he waits until Miles is sitting beside him in the dusty couch, the white sheet used to cover it still on the floor by their feet. “Yeah, of course I’m reformed,” his mouth still twitches in amusement at the term, then falls into a grimace again, “and I’m so fucking sorry for the things I’ve done, even more for what I did to you. If I had known–” he shakes his head, “not that it makes that much better– but point is, you bet I’m done being a bad guy. I’ll never hurt anyone again, alright, and I’ll never hurt you, Miles, I’m so sorry for all of that.”

“Hey, erm,” Miles swallows past a lump he hadn’t noticed growing in his throat, and looks around, panicking at the sight of Uncle Aaron– cool, laid-back, fun Uncle Aaron– close to tears and looking wrecked by guilt. His eyes meet Peter’s across the room and he looks about as uncomfortable to be there as humanly possible, but he still gives Miles a thumbs up, smiling kindly. “It’s okay, Uncle Aaron. I know– you can do better now,” he finishes awkwardly, not quite able to stop himself from hugging him.

After a long pause, Miles feels his uncle returning the hug fiercely, holding him like he’s not yet sure this is all real. “You really are something else, kid.”

*

It had taken Miles and Peter half an hour to unhook Uncle Aaron from all the machines and monitors in his cell, and Miles had cried silently at how sick his uncle had looked and pretended not to notice the blood trail they left from where the IV tube had been hooked at the crook of his arm– Uncle Aaron had looked about to keel over and any blood wasted on the tiled floor had seemed alarming.

Peter had taken most of his weight and told Miles to go ahead make sure the hallway was clear. 

Not for the first time, Miles had wished Gwen was there, if only to bully him into being less sad.

*

“Okay,” Uncle Aaron says, huffing a little after they both had regained some sort of composure– ha! Check that out, composure, his English teacher would be thrilled with him using fancy words. “We still gotta figure this thing out.”

“I want a divorce,” Peter demands, standing with his hands on his hips, “I’m sorry but this just isn’t working out, babe.”

“Call me that again,” he warns, glaring, “and I’ll whoop your ass, lung surgery or not.”

Miles tries to picture it– breaking the news of Uncle Aaron’s return to his parents then the subsequent divorce. That would mean Peter would be homeless again and no more excuses to be hanging around Miles. ‘Sides, Peter leaving Uncle Aaron now that he’s sick would not look good. That would definitely be a problem if they want Peter to be able to stick around.

Well, shit.

“You can’t,” he blurts out, shrinking a little when both adults whirl on him, “I mean, you totally can, but it would make it so much harder because how are we gonna explain why Peter is always around? And mom kinda already likes him? She sends him casseroles sometimes, even though dad still grumbles about it.”

Uncle Aaron groans. “Of course she does,” he drops his head on his hands, “this is a mess.”

“Rio’s casseroles are delicious,” Peter admits, tilting his head thoughtfully towards the kitchen like that’s enough to make him reconsider this whole scheme.

“And I know dad is like, still annoyed you allegedly didn’t tell them about this,” Miles adds, “but I swear he’s trying to be more chill–”

“Hang on,” Uncle Aaron looks up, for the first time since they rescued him from the lab, seeming less defeated. His eyes are almost as bright as they were before, alight with something gleeful. “This would annoy the hell out of your old man, wouldn’t it?”

Miles blinks, a sense of impending doom encroaching like an inevitable storm that has nothing to do with his spider senses. “I guess?”

“Say,” he turns to Peter, giving him an assessing look, “spider-hobo, how about we strike a deal?”

“Okay, first off, I was dumped in this universe without warning, alright, it’s not like they let me pack a bag first,” Peter scowls, crossing his arms, “second, what kind of deal?”

“You need a place to stay and an excuse for my brother not to arrest you,” Uncle Aaron smirks, and Miles thinks he knows where this is going but he’s not sure how he feels about it, “and I could use a hand to keep watch, I’m sure Kingpin’s not gonna give up so soon.”

And it would have the bonus of annoying Miles’ dad which is Uncle Aaron’s favorite past time.

This is so spiraling out of control.

Peter squints. “So you want a bodyguard?”

“So you want not to be homeless?”

“Fine,” he huffs, throwing his hands up and rolling his eyes, “we’re married now, I guess. Hurray.”

“Please, you should be happy,” Uncle Aaron sits back, stretching his legs under the coffee table, “you are married to me.”

That sends Peter into another inflamed rant. “Look, I’m a goddamn catch–”

Man, Miles groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. This is going to be a disaster and with his luck, it’s going to snowball into something huge before it bursts into flames. Again, he wishes fiercely Gwen was there, he bets at least she’d get a kick out of this.

Faintly, he hears Uncle Aaron ignoring Peter in favor to nudge his feet. “Hey, kid, do me a favor and don’t mention to your dad I cursed in front of you, yeah?”

Across the table, Peter snatches another bagel, biting into it with a vengeance.

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[kissygrayson]

LANDSLIDE: Chapter Four - The Birthday Present.

... in which Y/N and Harry fall in love at University.

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Y/N fumbled with the laptop in front of her. She was currently sat on the sofa in the living room, her laptop open on a website filled with skateboards and sneakers, her eyes scanning the screen to find something her younger brother Issac may like. He was turning 14 at the weekend, her parents had planned him a huge birthday party on the beach - even tho it was early September.

She groaned closing the laptop over. This was hopeless, everything Issac loved she couldn’t seem to find anywhere. He was into skateboarding, comic books, music, everything she could easily find but everything he already had. Deciding on leaving the laptop behind and going to the mall, she quickly flung on some joggers and an oversized hoodie, while having the idea to send Harry a quick text.

y/n: hey, you busy?

harry: just got finished with class so no, everything okay?

y/n: u wanna help me find a bday present for my brother, i would love u forever :)

harry: i’m down! i’ll pick u up in 10!

10 minutes had passed and Y/N was now stood at the steps leading up to her flat. She checked her phone a million times to see if Harry had left any messages to say where he was at, but she knew him and knew he wouldn’t text and drive. A car horn beep pulled her from her thoughts.

“Y/N” She heard Harry call from a car across the street.

“Hey, thank you for coming” She smiled while getting into the passenger seat of the car. Harry gave her a smile. Y/N took her phone from her bag then connecting it to Harry’s car.

“Make yourself at home” he joked with a smirk, he liked that she was comfortable around him. Y/N smiled back, Fleetwood Mac then blasting throughout Harry’s car.

“You are perfect!” Harry laughed.

Y/N rolled her eyes “I know Harry, I know. It’s really hard sometimes. But you’d know more than anyone” she flirted back.

Harry shook his head with a huge smile. She had to stop before he fell in love with her.

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They had arrived at the mall after parking and finding the nearest bathroom because Harry swears he was going to burst. They then went on the search for a birthday present.

“So, what does he like?” Harry asked. She had told Harry a few things about her siblings. Like Issac had fallen off his skateboard a few months ago and broke his elbow, Oscar seen Issac's cast and wanted to be just like him, so he tried to do the same thing. Y/N then had two younger brothers with broken elbows.

“He’s big into skateboarding, but I don’t know he has so many” Y/N said her thoughts trailing off to the thousands of skateboards that sat in her garage.

“Let’s go in here” Harry said pointing to a small record store. He remembered Y/N said he liked music.

Y/N’s eyes lit up when she stepped inside. Rows and rows of her favorite bands and singers albums laid in front of her. She spotted a small section of The Beatles vinyls, alongside it were The Clash and a few older bands she knew Issac loved. Harry had wandered over to the other side of the store looking at the record players, trying to find the perfect one for her.

Y/N approached Harry. Her hands stacked with vinyls. The Beatles caught Harry’s eye.

“He likes The Beatles?” He asked. Seriously could this girl be any more perfect he thought to himself.

“Loves them, but also all this stuff too” She laughed pointing down to The Smiths, Nirvana, Elton John and Queen albums in her hands.

“I think he’s my new best friend” He joked. “This one is pretty decent, Zayn has it back at the flat” He then said pointing to a white record player at a decent price. Y/N nodded gesturing for Harry to get it from the shelf.

After paying for their items and going into a few more stores but having no luck finding anything else they came across the vans store. Y/N dragged Harry inside after spotting the shoes Issac had wanted for ages, nowhere in Italy selling them. She got his size and a gift card for him to get some back to school goodies and they headed to the next store.

“Are you getting anything else?” Harry asked as they awkwardly stood in the middle of the mall not knowing where to go next.

“I mean I’ll take a look in the skate shop on the way out, but I’m not sure. Maybe come to Topshop with me so I can get something nice for the party?” She asked with a sweet smile feeling bad she had been dragging the boy around all afternoon. Harry nodded the pair walking across the mall to Topshop.

“This is cute” Harry said pointing to a green patterned dress. Y/N held back a laugh.

“I can't tell if you’re joking or not” She stuttered not wanting to offend the boy. Harry let out a loud laugh starling some people in the store.

“You’re so cute” he said putting an arm around her shoulders and smiling down at her. Y/N laughed hitting his hand.

“I really hate you”

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They had finally gotten everything they needed, now stood in the last store where Harry wanted to buy a new pair of boots. Y/N had successfully gotten Issac a present, as well as a birthday card and a few things for her youngest brother so he didn’t feel left out. Harry had sneakily bought a skateboard for the birthday boy leaving Y/N in shock and admiration. Harry had never meet Issac nor had he spoken to him, but he felt like he needed to get him a little something just because, why not!

“Harry?” the pair heard a female voice say from behind them. Harry quickly put his head down recognizing exactly who it was.

“Someone’s calling for you?” Y/N said confused. Harry muttered for her to be quiet and keep her head down, the pair focused on the boots in front of them.

“Harry, I know you can hear me silly” the person laughed getting closer. Harry sucked in a breath mentally praying to god before turning around.

“Sophie, hey” He said finally letting out the breath. Y/N’s eyes widened at the mention of his exes name.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, looking the girl beside Harry up and down. Trying to keep her nasty comments at bay.

Harry gave her a fake smile then lifting his bags a little “Shopping. We should get going tho, right Y/N/N?” He said looking at the other girl. Y/N nodded quickly noticing how uncomfortable Harry was.

“Y/N/N, do I know you?” Sophie asked, jealously lacing her voice.

“I don’t think so” She said. “Also, It’s Y/N” She quickly added, not wanting the girl to call her by that nickname. Harry tried to hide the smirk that crept on his face.  

“Sophie!” A loud voice echoed throughout the shoe store. She rolled her eyes in response. She really wanted to stay and grill Harry’s new girl.

“Bye Sophie” Harry smiled awkwardly leaving the store and a jealous Sophie behind.

“Well, she seems lovely!” Y/N joked. Harry shook his head laughing as they made their way back to the car.

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“Thank you for today” Y/N smiled as Harry pulled up at her flat. He looked at her, a huge smile on his face.

“We should do it again soon” He said.

Y/N smirked “Are you asking me on a date Harry?”

Harry let out a laugh, his cheeks turning a little red. She really had a hold over him.

He tipped his head to the side, a silly smile on his face. “Well, would you go on a date with me Y/N?” He asked

“Let me think about it” She smiled back before saying “I’m joking. Of course I’d love too”

“Cool” He said.

“Cool” Y/N repeated back. “Well I should go, gotta get ready for my flight tomorrow”

She unclipped the seat belt, grabbing her belongings while Harry helped her take them to her front door.

“I’ll see you in a few days” She smiled.

“Can I just do something for a second?” Harry boldly asked. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion but she nodded anyway.

Harry leaned forward, a hand coming up to caress her cheek, his lips then coming up to meet hers. Y/N leaned into his touch, the pair sharing a kiss outside her front door.

Harry pulled back, the smile on his face as big as the sun in the sky. Y/N’s the same.

“Goodnight Y/N/N. Have a safe flight tomorrow” He said pressing a kiss to her forehead. Y/N gave him a small wave as he made his back down the stairs and back to his car.

Today was definitely a good day.

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Them being Needy ~Hyung Line

Hehehe there’s light smut

Seokjin

You and Jin were walking around at a store. You were shopping for a birthday gift for your mom and he begged to tag along. You knew that he wanted to be apart of your life as much as possible so of course you didn’t tell him no.

He stood behind you as you looked at a few necklaces. Not paying attention he bumped into you but grabbed your waist so that you wouldn’t fall over.

“Hey kid!” You started turning back to look at him. “Pay attention!”

Jin laughed shaking his head. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to bump you.”

You turned back around looking at the jewelry in front of you. You could feel him pushing closer to you, his hips on your bum. You were going to say something but just decided to ignore him. There was no reason blaming him for something that could be innocent.

But all innocents went away when you could feel him slowly growing behind you. You again looked back up at him seeing a different look in his eyes then the last time you looked. He leaned down towards your ear a slight smile on his lips.

“How would you feel if we get out of here and went for a little fun?” He whispered for only you to hear. You shake your head, your cheeks growing hot and red.

“We are in public, Jin. You need to get it together!” You snap looking back at him with a straight face. He only smiled standing up straight but pushing closer to you. You weren’t going to cause a scene and embarrass him but you really wanted too.

“Jin, can you please just wait until we get home?”

“I can wait for us to get to the car at the max.” You sighed knowing you were going to lose this battle. But you guys were still going to be in public so there really wasn’t a way for you guys to have “Fun”

“Jin, you need to wait until we get home. Then it’s fair game.”

“Why can’t we just go in the family bathroom and make a family!?”

You couldn’t help but start to laugh. The way he was acting was very much amusing, but you weren’t in the mood at the moment to get in trouble. Especially since the bodyguards are there and sneaking away would be the hardest thing to do.

“We can make a family all night when we get home, okay?” He pouted moving away from you.

“Just know, it’s your fault I have a boner. And also your fault for being so damn sexy!”

You laughed again shaking your head as you walked away. It was going to be a long day.

Yoongi

You ended up talking Yoongi into having a game night with a few of your friends. Of course he was excited about it… not. It took you up to three weeks to convince him, most of the time he telling you he’d think about it. Now you guys were getting ready for the game night and you were excited.

You walked past the room heading for the living room. You glanced in there but then backtracked seeing Yoongi standing with his back to the door. You couldn’t help but chuckle which made him look back at the door.

“Hey what are you doing?” He asked trying to cover himself. You shrug your shoulders walking into the room.

“What are you doing?” You returned the question. You know exactly what he was doing, but you were just going to play dumb.

He smirked at you standing up and walking toward you still covering himself. “You want to help me? I have a little...problem.”

You looked down at his hands slightly covering himself before laughing and walking away. He was going to have to fix that himself, you had a party to get ready for.

After a few minutes later, Yoongi finally came out and helped you get ready. You heard a knock on the door and squealed running back to the room.

“Answer the door I need to get ready.”

Yoongi’s shook his head and did as told, greeting the guest and taking them to the living room. You quickly got ready and then went out greeting everyone.

Time passed by and you were now sitting at the table playing a couples game. You sat on Yoongi’s lap, arguing your point as far as one of the game rules. You leaned forward making Yoongi grab your hips and pull you closer to himself. This made you laugh and look back at him. But his eyes were focused on your bum.

“So, Y/n,” Your friend said clapping her hands. “ Do you and Yoongi know when your going to get married?”

“That’s a great question,” You turned back to look at Yoongi. “What do you think?” Yoongi never looked up at you. He just kept looking down at you. He made a face and this made you stand up grabbing his arm. “Excuse us.”

You stood and dragged him back into the room. When you closed the door you turned around and ended up getting attacked on the lips by him. You pushed away, laughing as you turned your head.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I think we should send your friends home and have a game night with just us…” You couldn’t help but laugh at his cuteness.

“I’m going to go back out there before they start thinking the worst. You stay here, cool down and then we can finish this conversation when everyone leaves.”

Yoongi made a face as you walked out of the room, blowing a kiss towards him and closing the door behind yourself.

After a bunch of convincing that you both are okay, you guys finished out the night, Yoongi sulking the rest of the whole time..

Hoseok

You danced around listening to all different types of music as you cleaned the house. Today was one of the normal clean the whole house days and you couldn’t wait any longer for Hoseok to show up and help. You started by yourself and at the rate you were cleaning, was planning on ending it by yourself too.

You heard the code for your door be punched in and then unlock. A smile appeared on your face just as your loving boyfriend walked through the door.

“Hey cutie.” You said walking over and getting on your tippy toes to plant a kiss on his lips. He held you close to his body, lingering kiss a little longer.

“Well someone missed me,” You teased.

He chuckled pulling you even closer.” Today was really hectic. So I just couldn’t wait to get home to my amazingly beautiful girl.” He winked then leaned down and kissed you once more.

You giggled pulling away. “Hobs, stop.” You told him moving out of his reach. “I’m nasty and sweaty and I was laying on the bathroom floor. Last thing you want is to hug and kiss all on a nasty girl.”

“Your still amazing, Y/n. I don’t give a damn about where you were laying. I want you.”

You raised a brow looking at him with a slight smirk. He usually expressed himself pretty well when it came to needs but was a little more polite when it came too...sexual needs.

“You want me, huh?” You questioned. He nodded, making a face at you stating the obvious. “Well, I need to finish cleaning up the hou-“

“You help me, I’ll help you hands down.” He quickly spoke wanting you to come to his need. You weren’t opposed to helping him. In fact, a little break wouldn’t hurt anyone.

“Are you willing to let me shower first?”

“We can both start in the shower. I’ve been dancing all day so I know I need one.” You nodded your head taking off your cleaning apron.

“Fine, but I cleaned that bathroom,” You started, walking towards the room. ”No messing that shit up!”

“Yes ma’am,” He smiles wide as you eyed him. His cuteness always got him his way. Really just him in general. You loved him and didn’t mind helping him out.

“Let’s do this!”

Namjoon

“Joon-bug,” You whined sitting beside Namjoon with your legs on his lap. Right now you two were in his studio working on some beats. You loved to watch him get creative and push himself to be great. This was one of the many reasons you loved him.

He stopped the music looking over at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Aren’t you tired? Can we go get something to eat?”

“I am tired,” He said leaning back against his chair. He placed a hand on your leg and slowly increased his high going to your thigh. “But I also want to get this beat completed so I can keep working on songs for my mixtape.”

“Why do we make a tape?” You asked, brow raised slightly.

He chuckled shaking his head. “Do you know how dangerous that could be?”

“We can wear masks and do it at my place so we won’t get interrupted…” Though this was tempting, Namjoon knew it wasn’t going to turn out well.

“People hack into people’s shit all the time. What makes you think we’re not going to get exposed?I’ve done a Vlive in your room a few times.”

“After we do it, we can change me room up!” You said moving to straddle his lap.” Or we can change it up before we get dirty.”

Namjoon went silent as if he was thinking about it. Well he was considering, but he knew it would be very very risky.

“So, your willing to change your whole entire room just to make a freaking tape?” You nodded smirking at him and you even winked.

“I was waiting for a change up. I guess this would be the best thing to do so that we can switch it up.” You slowly started moving on his lap, giving a slight lap dance. “ Come one, Joon…”

He sighed, leaning back. “ I think we should go to a hotel instead of doing it in your room.” You smiled wide clapping your hands together. “ I also think we should record it on something that can’t really be hacked. Put it on an sd card that we can only know of. But lastly, we need to keep it safe ,babe. No one can know at all!”

Your raised brow, a slight smile itching on the corner of your lips.”So this is a yes?”

Joon leaned up and pecked you’re lips softly a few times. Your smile grew before you threw your arms around his neck.

“This is about to be fucking hot!”

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[krissewrites]

À Triomphe - BTS AU

AU:  Art Thief!Bangtan

Description: You are a curator at one of the many museums in Paris, and have finally earned the bosses trust.  But after a strange meeting with a new coworker and his friends, you begin receiving messages from an unknown party.

Part:  Six / Five / Four / Three / Two / One

Warnings: Swearing, Suggestive Situations.

Your emotions had settled down, leaving you on the opposite side of Jeongguk’s room as you stared at the floor. You hated being here, and the worst part was no one would tell you why.  Jimin had been missing for over a week, leaving a nasty taste in your mouth as you thought of all the things that video, that nightmare, entailed.

Who was it that kept sending me warnings? And why the fuck didn’t I listen? You thought.  All of which had led you to this moment, cowering in the corner of a room foreign to you, various chunks of your memory evading you as you tried to make sense of it all.  You had begun to bite your fingernails, again; a habit you had dropped ten years ago.

Jeongguk sat on his bed, drawing in a small notebook, taking small glances out the window every once in a while to capture his muse; a small bird perched on a tree across the yard.  

There was something off about him, but you couldn’t pin it.  He was reclusive but extroverted.  He was egotistical and charismatic, but also frigid and distant.  His index finger rubbed against the paper, creating a shading effect.

If it hadn’t been for the fact he almost crushed your hand, you might’ve wanted to make small talk, but fear enveloped you.  And every second you spent in that room with him was every second you wished you were dead.

You swallowed your pride, voice cracking with anxiety as you spoke up, beckoning for him. “Please tell me,”  He turned his head to look at you, eyebrows corrugated as he wondered what you wanted.  “Please tell me what happened,”

You looked up from the floor to match his gaze, your breath hitching as you saw his warm glare begin to ice over once more.  “It’s not my place to tell you anything.”  His voice trailed off as he turned back to his work.  

“I feel like I have a right to know what the fuck happened—“ you barked.  Jeongguk tightened the grip on his pencil as to try and evade a rising temper.  “I would appreciate it if you just shut up, okay?”

You let out your breath, unsurprised to his answer.  Jeongguk groaned, tossing his book across the bed as he began to stand up, sauntering towards you.  “If you want to talk, Hoseok is across the hall,”  He gripped your bicep, pulling you up forcefully as he stared daggers at you.  “I don’t like to talk.”

Jeongguk opened the door, pushing you out into the hall before slamming it behind you.  You stumbled, catching yourself before hitting the wall adjacent to his door.  You rubbed the flannel shirt gifted to you by Taehyung before you had left the hospital before he had restrained you.  Your sweatpants were loosely fitted, almost falling down.  You quickly tied a knot in the drawstrings before knocking on Hoseok’s door.

You heard indistinct swearing and objects clattering as footsteps trudged closer to the door.  The man named Hoseok quickly opened it, slowly looking up as he exclaimed disapproval, “Look, Jin, I’m sorry—“

His beg for forgiveness paused as he looked at you, hair riding just above your ear.  “When’d you get a haircut?”  He slowly opened his door wider, giving enough space for you to enter. “I—I need to ask you some things,”  you mewled.

He closed the door behind him, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at you.  He bore an oversized blue and yellow letterman sweater, a white shirt, and black sweatpants, various stains covering his outfit. Hoseok sighed, walking away from his door and through his messy floor back towards his computer seated in the corner of his room on a small black desk.  

The walls to his room were painted dark, mimicking a beige tone.  His floor, although hardwood, was barely visible as clothes, magazines, and other miscellaneous objects were strewn across it.

God, how can someone live like this?

“Jeongguk didn’t want to talk, I assume,” Hoseok snickered to himself, rubbing the back of his neck as he scrolled through an online forum.  “He’s a wild card, isn’t he?”

His attention stayed glued to the screen, not once turning back to look at you as you stood, unsure of what to do, unwilling to invade his space.

“What did you want? I’m a little busy,”

You fidgeted, remembering why you had been sent across the hall.  “What happened to me?  Why was I in the hospital?”  Your mind began to trail off as question upon question sped out of your mouth.  “Where’s Jimin?  Why can’t I leave? Why won’t anyone tell me anything?”  Your voice grew higher in pitch as you became more panicked, falling back onto Hoseok’s bed as you began to tug at your hair.

Hoseok turned in his chair, staring at you worriedly.  “Hey, calm down…” he murmured, slowly standing up as he walked over to you, promptly sitting beside you.  “Stress won’t help your head, you know?”

His half-handed attempts at consoling you, as expected, didn’t work.  He let out a long sigh, resting his elbows on his knees as he began to fiddle his thumbs.  “Our boss told Taehyung to take you to the hospital—he used a pseudo name, so please don’t try to go back and get records—and he was instructed to keep an eye on you for as long as you stayed there, posing as your husband.”

Hoseok began to unravel the story, keeping his voice down.  You could feel the fear he had; he knew someone had to be listening.  “Jimin is away on business, in Spain.  He goes there often; please don’t worry about him.”  

Hoseok stood up, walking towards his door as he turned the knob.  “You can’t leave. Just leave it at that,” he growled, forcing himself to open and door and walk away from the conversation, leaving you alone while he walked across the hall. You heard him open the door to Jeongguk’s room, and promptly closing it behind him.  You were alone once more.

You brought your knees to your chest, clawing at the fabric wrapped around them as to save your sanity.  “I want to go home,”  you wept.

Ding.

The music note rang throughout the room, a voice following behind it.  

“You’ve got mail!”

Hoseok had a fairly new computer, one in almost pristine condition, you would say.  But there on the screen was a graphic every adult was familiar with.  A small letter danced in the corner of the pop-up, ‘One New Message’ dancing across the screen.

You stood up, walking slowly past a window placed between the bed and desktop.  You bent over, pressing your palms against the edge of the small desk as you glanced over the dated graphic.

“You’ve got mail!” It sang.

You clicked okay.

In a matter of seconds, an abundance of messages popped across the screen.  Amidst the middle of the turmoil was a small video.

Press Play To Download iMovie

You glanced over your shoulder, hoping Hoseok had busied himself enough not to walk in as you prompted through his private computer.  You turned back to the screen.  You clicked play.

Noise erupted from a desktop as a grainy film began to play, slowly clearing up to reveal an image; a young man sitting in front of you, grinning as he began to speak.

“I didn’t want to show my face, but you’re not the best at following directions.”

He sighed, cupping his face in his palms as he began to tap his cheeks. “Maybe I can get through to you this way?”

You furrowed your brows, your breathing picking up the pace as you grew confused.  “I’m not going to tell you my name because you don’t need to know it,”  he quickly ran through his lines, “but you need to know that they’re lying.”

He leaned in closer to the screen, his cat-like eyes glaring at you behind a curtain of black, flimsy bangs.  “You’ll end up like Jimin.”

Images of the shootout followed suit behind him, following with flashing headlines dated October 31st, November 2nd, November 3rd.  All read the same, disgusting line.  “Jimin Park caught by cops, trial process to begin soon.”

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat as the cat-eyed man continued with his tale.  “He asked me to help you, and I am… although I wanted to help you in the first place,”  his voice hummed.  “He risked his life for you.”

Cat-eyes stared at you, his eyes narrowing.  You felt that he saw through you completely; he seemed to know everything.  “The least you can do is get out.”

You watched as his eyes lingered to the left, leading you to follow them; the window sat there, unlocked.  A perfect time.

“Let’s see if you’re as stealthy as him.”  You heard him laugh, a sense of delusion resonating within.

The screen glitched for a moment, before quickly residing back to Hoseok’s previous page.

‘The Newest Pet’

You, although feeling disgusting, continued reading through the page

BigBoy287: God I’d rail her. [9:23] J-Hope:  i’m sure she wouldn’t like you, kyungmin [9:25] SirBdsm:  like u kno her taste asshole [9:26] J-Hope: i took the picture, did i not? [9:30]

You felt your stomach flip as you realized just how much you knew about these men; nothing. You felt dirty, itching at your skin to wash away the filthy memory. You abruptly pushed yourself away from the desk, walking backward as you tried to gain some sense.  

You could do it.  It was as easy as opening the window and crawling out.  You could run for help, and never have to deal with this again.  It would all be a nightmare.

You fidgeted with the lifting mechanism on the window, slowly pushing up the seemingly rusted panel.  It showed signs of age as paint chips began to call upon moving.  It was clear it wasn’t opened for a long time.

You held the window up, bringing your foot up to the edge, taking one last breath in this hell house.

The door quickly opened, Jin walking in with his phone in his hands, “Yah, since you ruined my playtime, you should buy me th—“  Jin looked up at the scene before him, watching you as your legs were out the window, hands still holding the panel above your head.  You cursed under your breath, hastily fighting your own strength as you tried to push yourself out.  

Jin laughed to himself, rushing towards the window as he wrapped his arms around your chest, pulling your back into his.  Your hands lost grip, causing the window to fall abruptly onto your hip.  You screamed as a wave of pain washed over you.

Jin pulled you back into the room, tolerating your writhing beneath him.  His strength level was miles above yours. Jin chuckled to himself, tightening his grip on you as he buried his head into your neck.  “You weren’t going to leave me, were you?” His low, threatening voice coated your skin in goosebumps.  You pressed your palm against his head in an attempt to push him back; he merely mocked you.

Hoseok and Jeongguk opened their door, staring at the scene before them.  “Jin, do you not fucking learn anything?”

Jin rose his head from your neck, smirking as he pushed you towards Hoseok.  You fell to your knees, panting before Hoseok’s feet as you held your waist, wincing as the pain grew worse.  “Our little girl here tried to run away,”  Jin cackled, clapping his hands together at the thought.  “And to think, haha, that you could outrun us!” Jin began cackling, an end seeming to be nowhere in sight.

Jeongguk grunted, staring down at you.  “Now you’re just begging for it, (Y/N).” His voice haunted you as it replayed through your thoughts.  “Jin, can you watch her for me?  I’m going on an errand.” Jeongguk took one las, heated look as he towered of you, before turning on his heel.

A sadistic smile crept across Jin’s face as he stared down at you.  Hoseok’s face contorted in humility as he watched Jin close in on you.  “Oh, Hoseok,”  Jin spoke softly as he lifted you up, careful not to touch your hips.  “Try not to cause a scene this time, okay?”

Jin placed his hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you forward as you both left Hoseok’s room.  Hoseok stood in silence, watching as you slipped from his small, insignificant net of safety.  

Hoseok knew he was the last sane one in that house, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything about it.

Jin pushed you into his room, closing the door behind him.  You backed yourself into a corner, watching as he paced across the room, gazing at you with a hint of mischief in his eyes.  “Who are you?”  You whispered.

Jin sneered, sighing as he threw his head back, rolling it side to side.  His neck popped twice.  “I’m Jin.  And who are you?” He took a step closer, his hands in his pocket.

“Why are you acting like this?”

“What? Can’t I be a little playful? I told you, I’m not the kind of guy you think I am,”

Another step.

“I thought you were a friend,” you muttered.  Guilt soaked your tone of voice.

“There are two types of friends in my life, (Y/N)—“

Another step.

“—The type I hug,”  

Another step.

“and the type I hurt.”

He glided his crooked fingers across your cheek, reaching around the back, bearing pressure on your head wound. You winced, sucking in air sharply. Jin removed his hand, combing his fingers through your hair. “I’d really like it if you were both, baby.” Jin leaned in, his lips targeting yours.

You turned your head, your cheek pressing aginst the wall as you tensed up. Jin groaned, “God you’re a fool.” He moved his hand to your neck, pressing his thumb against your throat.  “You’ll realize sooner or later that you’re safer with me than any of the others.”

Jin yanked his hand back, stumbling backward as he brushed his fingers through his hair, and falling onto his bed.  His feet stay grounded as his back pressed into the mattress. His chest rose and fall under his pink sweater, which had ridden up to give a peak of his sculpted stomach on the impact of his fall.

You hastily reached for the door, turning the knob as efficiently as possible before rushing yourself out of his room.  You panted as you pushed yourself against the door, hoping that the more forceful you shut it, the quicker you’d wake up.  You pressed your head against the coated wood.  

“Please wake up, please wake up.”  You begged.

The orange jumpsuit pressed against his skin, the uncomfortable fabric causing a mild itch.  His hands were bound before him in metal, a headache washing over him.  

“The trial of the century is about to begin as we hear from Jimin Park, the criminal behind the burglaries and murder’s plagueing—“ The reporters gave their speech remarkably as cameras zoned in on the disgruntled man.  His hair was a shaggy mess, and his eyes were swollen from nights spent awake in his cell.

“Let us get this hearing started,”  A woman cloaked in an all red, deeply embellished fur robe sat in her seat.  She hit her gavel against the wood before her, calling for attention.  “Mr. Park, it’s nice to finally have you in our midst.  You’ve made quite the name for yourself,”

A guard cuffed Jimin’s hands to the table before him, assuring no lofty escape would be made.  

“Do you have anything to say before we begin?”

Jimin, who had been staring at his sweating palms, gained a wry smile spreading across his cheeks as he looked up.  His eyes were watering.  “No, your honor.”

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HM..... what's jed's fav place 2 b (in texas / beyond or in general).... IF he likes animals what do u think his fav animal wld b??... his thoughts on serial killers besides himself (like does he see himself as a good guy kinda)... H? Sorry if these r lame i just wanted 2 think of some questions 😛💛

UM WTF ILY THANK YOU??? no i love these questions omg im so greatful. 

so this actually got really long and im going to put it under read more so i don’t clog the dash

🐮⇒send me me questions/anons for jed 

what’s jed’s favorite place to be ?

     He likes his home because that’s where his family is. He likes his room and doing his thing in there. Sometimes he can be found wandering around outside or sitting on the porch listening to music on the record player ya know. Texas is his home ! He knows no other place ( he’s never even seen snow ! )

     Jed enjoyed his job at the slaughter house. The work he did of butchering the meat was simple and easy and he was very good at it. He could do double or triple the work another man completed in a day.   CHOP ,  BUTCHER ,  CHOP ,  SAW .   He scared the shit out of his coworkers and supervisor, but there was never a question to whether or not he was a productive employee.

does he like animals ? what’s his favorite ?

     He’s very indifferent towards animals. He mostly ever sees cows, pigs and chickens. Maybe a goat every great while. Animals are more of objects to him. He understands he gets food and meat from the cows and when he kills them he gets to eat, ( this is a similar concept to people ) like when he turns the faucet on he gets water.

     But ! This doesn’t mean he doesn’t like them or he couldn’t become attached to animals, he’s just not exposed to any besides the ones he’s suppose to kill. I can’t see him loving dogs since they’re a little needy and have a lot of energy. If his family had one it might get in his way trying to follow him around or get him to pay attention to it. A cat might be better because they keep to themselves and they’re pretty low maintenance, especially if it was an outside cat. He wouldn’t like it if it jumped on his workbench or desk and starting knocking stuff off though. But he’d like pet it if it was just chilling on the couch or his bed or smth. 

     He doesn’t like chickens because they peck his feet and legs and whenever he picks them up they jab his arms with their beaks.               Hmm…. I bet he’d like rabbits ! They’d be soft and quiet and wild ones hop around in the fields sometimes.

what are his thoughts on serial killers ? does he see himself as a good guy ?

     HONESTLY THIS IS A GOOD QUESTION OMG.      He doesn’t see himself as one, actually ! It’s really his family that tells him to kill. They point at people and tell him “ go get the meat ” and he does. Just like how his boss would point at a cow and tell him the same thing. Other times he kills is when people trespass ( and in that case he’s protecting his property ), or when they insult him ( that’s from his nasty temper. But ! If his violent impulses hadn’t been encouraged by his family then that wouldn’t have been the case ) . When he kills, it’s not wrong ( in his mind ) because he’s just doing what he’s suppose to do.

     In the 70s Te.d Bu.ndy would have been all over the news. Whether on TV, on the radio, or from his family, he would have heard about the details from the beginning to the end. Honestly, he doesn’t care. There’s no empathy felt for the victims, it just isn’t there. It may be an interesting story, but that’s all it would be to him, a story happening somewhere else.               “ Bubba, did you hear the news, Bubba ? They found the guy that was killin’ all them girls ” and he’d probably just nod. He wouldn’t have the thought “ That’s wrong that they died ”, “ That’s sad ” , and he wouldn’t think “ Oh, that’s just like me ! ” because he just wouldn’t make the connection.

#( 🐮 headcanon ) . #THANK YOU SO MUCH like fr thank you for taking time out of ur day to send this !

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Klance 20k+ Fic Rec List

A list of 20k+ Klance fics for @sneeb​

Cut for length, not Content!

Admin Lance’s Recs

The Marks We Make by Wittyy_name

Rating: Mature Length: 4/? [ 73k+ words ] Universe: Alternate Universe: Soulmates, modern, college/university Type: Fluff, some angst, mutual pining, eventual smut

Summary: Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he'll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don't say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It's not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can't bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he's resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.

Keith Kogane dreads the day he'll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He's just an art student who's struggling to find his place in the world. There's so much he hasn't been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can't do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.>

Admin Notes: This is really cute and sweet, there is some smut but it’s easy to skip over. I’m weak for soulmate AUs so~

Smile For The Stars by maIikcutie

Rating: Unrated Length: 9/9 [ 72k+ words ] Universe: Canonverse Type: Major character death, hurt/comfort, heavy angst, violence, guns, bloodl

Summary: Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he'll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don't say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It's not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can't bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he's resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.

Keith Kogane dreads the day he'll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He's just an art student who's struggling to find his place in the world. There's so much he hasn't been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can't do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.

Admin Notes: It hurts

Live For The Fight (When It’s All That You Got) by Yuu_chi

Rating: Mature Length: 9/? [ 27k+ words ] Universe: Modern, College/University Type: Humor, Mild angst, Guardian Angel!Keith, Lance has such bad luck, there is a gun, and some blood.

Summary:

“My name is Keith. I am your guardian angel,” Keith says, drawing his shoulders up high. The shadows paint large wings upon the wall behind his back. “And I am here to tell you to stop being such a fucking train wreck.”or;Keith has a flawless record as a guardian angel. Lance is a walking disaster who hasn't had a lucky day all his life. Keith will keep both Lance and his record alive if it kills him.

Admin Notes: This is so silly and cute. I’m rooting for Keith! Lance has AWFUL bad luck but it’s hilarious.

Admin Pidge’s Recs

The Message by shipstiel

Rating: Teen and Up

Length: Multiple Chapters

Universe: Alternate Universe: Modern Setting, High School

Type: Fluff and angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: (4:07) okay, but considr this, and hear me out here (4:08) so like, a photobooth u can do with ur pets like there’ll be lil costumes that u can dress them up in, and u can do liek, period costumes and shit with them (4:09) omg, can u imagine, u and ur cat/dog, and theyre in a lil 1800s dress and one of those lace umbrella things omg so cute(4:15) Why the FUCK are you texting me at four in the morning with this— Keith is texted by accident by some idiot one day, and honestly he's not even sure why he responds. Or why he keeps responding. Yet somehow he finds himself drawn in, and okay, so maybe this fool is mildly entertaining after all. Who would've thought.

Notes: Honestly, I’m not completely caught up with this one. What I will say is that it is absolutely adorable and simply warms your heart.

And, Action! by staysharp @bluethisisforyou​

Rating: Teen and Up

Length: Multiple Chapters

Universe: Alternate Universe: College/University, Fame

Type: Fluff and angst

Summary: “Listen, where do you go to college?”“Why does a movie star want to know?”“So I can take you out for coffee as an apology.”(or alternatively, Keith receives a call not meant for him but he manages to get involved in the caller's life in ways he never would have imagined)

Notes: Adorable. Wonderful. I have no words.

And Now You’re Mine by Samyx914

Rating: Teen and Up

Length: Multiple Chapters

Universe: Alternate Universe: Modern, College/University

Type: Primarily fluff

Summary: “No, really. I’ve been thinking about that movie since I got up and that’s the only copy they have and I want it.”“But, I was faster.”“But, I want to watch it.” The stranger laughs.“Well, you could always come home with me to watch it.” He says with a wink.“Okay.” The stranger’s eyes widen. What the fuck, Keith? No. You don’t go home with strangers… Anymore. In which Keith wants to watch a movie, so he goes to find it at Walmart. When there's only one copy left and someone else picks it up first, his only option is to go home with a stranger. Keith didn't count on this stranger being so easy to fall for.

Notes: I vividly remember scrolling through the Klance tag and finding this fic when it had about 4 chapters. Ever since, I’ve been keeping up with it and feeling sentimental. It’s adorably wonderful, and I highly recommend  it.

Admin Hunk’s Recs

Taking Chances by  plumeriafairy14

Rating: M

Length: 157,225 words

Universe: Alternate, Modern

Type: Smut, fluff, drama

Summary: After she got fired from her shitty waitress job, Allura hit a roadblock. But with bills to pay, rent to settle, and a seventeen year old son to send to private school even on scholarship, Allura couldn’t afford to waste a second to sulk. Then she stumbled upon an online ad that was looking to hire a private tutor for an Altea Prep student. It would have been an easy enough task if the one who hired her wasn’t the CEO of Voltron Telecommunications and one of the hottest, most sought after bachelors in the city.

Lance is a second class citizen in Altea Prep because he was on free scholarship. He gets picked on by some nasty rich kids but with his positive attitude, his part time after-school barista job and his two best friends; Pidge and Hunk, he gets by just fine. Lance’s life was simple enough until his mom got a job as a private tutor for one of Altea’s most infamous (and ridiculously hot) asswipes, Keith Kogane.

Notes: Switches POV. Shallura along with Klance. Allura is Lance’s mom and Shiro has sort of adopted Keith. Orphan Keith

Drive It Like You Mean It by Zizzani

Rating: M

Length: 93,941 words

Universe: Alternate

Type: Smut, fluff, slow build

Summary: The Castle of Lions is the venue for the city’s most dangerous illegal street races where drivers come to test the cut of their tires. Lance has long defended his title as champion, but when a newcomer shows up and threatens his position things take an interesting turn.

Notes: street racer AU. I’m not one for smut, but I still enjoyed the rest of this fic

#admin lance #admin pidge #admin hunk #mature #teen #not rated #multichapter #canon #AU #smut #fluff #hurtcomfort #fictrinity #fluffandangst

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Can you do pynch for the ship thing please

YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS I CAN 

(god FINALLY)

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

who is more likely to hurt the other?

I mean. Adam doesn’t usually get hurt by ronan so much as he gets annoyed. disappointed. pissed. He never lets ronan’s venom actually get to his veins, he’s too busy telling him how unnecessary the flash of fang is. ronan on the other hand. like. he’s easy to hurt. adam would never in his life want to hurt ronan (it’s his honest to god nightmare) but I think ronan works himself into such a despair at the smallest jealousies and perceived injustices that adam could make one careless comment and ronan would fixate on it

who is emotionally stronger?

ohhhh adam. it’s adam. He’s been dragging so much emotional rubble for so long that he’s built up a tolerance. strong is like The Most adam adjective that I can think of. ronan never had to get to adam’s level of detachment and dissociation bc the first 15 years of his life were gorgeous and easy, and he’s still growing into his protective shell. Adam had to be born in his

who is physically stronger?

it’s ronan tbH he has the upper body strength of a boxer and the broad shoulders of a lynch (but also adam has clever hands and muscular thighs from years of biking everywhere and he can handle himself)

who is more likely to break a bone? 

ouch. They’re both capital R Reckless when they’re together and they have some brutal years under their belts. adam has some poorly set knobbly fingers and ronan has an old snapped clavicle that took forever to heal and constantly bruised knuckles so like. idk. In the future, when adam parrish has escaped from his childhood prison, I’d like to think that they both get ugly minor injuries from doing joyful ramp and dolly and shopping cart type activities only

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

surprisingly difficult question to answer bc I mean. It’s ronan. but is it? he systematically winds people up and adam is so deeply irritated by him that he straight up walks away, but also adam can be ice cold?? it’s so easy to get to ronan. They both fumble and call each other mean names when they want to compliment each other it’s a big mess

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? 

holy shit would you believe neither??? the most stubborn humans on this earth!! record holders!! we got some emotional repression folks! hooooo boy

adam never starts arguments for no reason so he’s always thinking it through and coming to the conclusion that he’s in the right?? surprise he ain’t apologizing

meanwhile ronan can’t stop being cruel even though he knows it’s hurting people, it’s this vicious self-protective instinct that hurts so good and so wrong. and then his pride gets in the way once he’s cooled down. but he will come to st agnes on his knees and grab adam’s hand and try to make it clear that he’d step on his own pride on the way to adam’s door

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

sad & unfortunate :(( adam treats ronan’s solely bc ronan doesn’t know how the fuck to treat an injury and also ‘none of them wanted to hurt adam parrish’, so ronan’s got his stupid pointless anger related scrapes and adam’s got his anti-bacterial gel and they are a dream team

who is in constant need of comfort? 

neither of them come out on top here man. They’ve had some shared harrowing experiences, and some separate trauma that they’re trying to tell each other about (if their stories could just stop. sticking. when they try to say them out loud). in v different ways, neither of their families are families. Ronan doesn’t let himself fall asleep, and he doesn’t let himself go through things, and the repression starts to calcify into cruelty like it did right after his father died. adam can’t stop thinking about gansey on the roadside, and he can’t be touched some days, most days. he can’t stop swimming or he’ll die. He can’t keep swimming or he’ll die. The gangsey is a critical support system made of so many weak beams

who gets more jealous? 

are u fucking serious,,, it’s both of them pal. remember when every combination of his friends that didn’t include him made adam like. sick with jealousy. remember when ronan saw gansey talking on the phone with adam and wanted to put his hand through a wall. or when adam brought blue along on their quest and he spouted nasty shit the whole day. they both deeply want each others attention and they don’t seem to realize that they already have it? always?

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

ohh god. oh man. oh boy. Here’s the thing. adam’s gonna walk away from ronan, but he’s not gonna walk OUT on him. he’s going to walk away because he’s not on a leash, he’s gonna spread those beautiful fucking self-made wings. And ronan is too!! in his own time he’s gonna build his own spaces that aren’t the barns and he’s going to realize what home means to him and they’re both gonna walk out the door and back but never close it behind them

who will propose? 

a controversial topic! I’m on team adam for this one pals. I was on team ‘adam’s gonna kiss ronan first’ for a while before trk like a FOOL and I realized the error of my ways bc ronan is physical as fuck! and a risk-taker! of course he kissed adam smh. But a proposal? That’s a contract. That’s a speech. That’s a chess move. Ronan wouldn’t corner adam like that. Adam knows how ronan feels and more importantly he knows how HE feels himself, and I think one day ten years into their relationship the practicalities are gonna beckon and he’s gonna look ronan in the back of the head while he’s sleeping and roll over into the curve of his spine and tell him he wants a ring on his finger 

who has the most difficult parents?

omg... fuck off

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

tactile bastards! both of them! ronan especially wants adam’s hands...., any which way he can get them. I mean. He will kiss adam’s hands when they’re at dinner at nino’s and he’ll hook their fingers together even for the 20 second walk from the BMW to monmouth’s front door like he LIVES FOR IT (adam feels nervy and exhilarated every time it’s gay)

who comes up for the other all the time? 

i mean they’re always together so they don’t really bring each other up. if they’re not together they’re with gansey/blue/henry or even fox way babes/vancouver crowd etc and those ppl get real tired of it real quick. adam usually keeps his ronan related musings to himself though like he has self-control unlike... R.N.L. himself

who hogs the blankets? 

ronan does tbh adam has never hogged anything in his life and ronan is a shit

who gets more sad? 

an unfair Q, man. They’ve both had a super rough time, especially right post-trk?? those few months are hard. Ronan cries a lot. Adam gets numb and far away a lot. They have a lot to be sad about. (But more to be happy about. They made it. They honestly just stare at each other and laugh breathlessly and touch foreheads and hands and scars and can’t believe their luck)

who is better at cheering the other up? 

I sorta said this with ronsey but I think ronan is THE BEST at doing dumb shit to take his mind off of things. Like all that stuff about making adam quiet and turning off the lists and anxieties in his head so that they can do smth mindless and dangerous? yeah that. memes and songs and poor decisions. depression whom?

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

this never happens wtf they’re not really ‘playful slappers’ HOWEVER adam will glare at ronan so hard that it probably feels like a slap

who is more streetwise?

it reeeeally depends on your definition of streetwise?? Like if we’re talking survival it’s unquestionably adam. He can fix your car and bandage your wounds and figure out your taxes and make himself invisible and blend his accent into whoever’s around him. He’s wicked sharp and fast on his feet. But i mean. he can’t quite drive stick. and he wouldn’t be caught dead in the sort of underground that ronan ends up in. ronan is streetwise in terms of the actual street, and he knows the most brutal avenues a person can end up on, the real life nightmares that feel closest to the ones in his head. Ronan is smart enough to navigate the chaos, but adam is smart enough to avoid it altogether

who is more wise?

adam. easily. ronan is intelligent and instinctive and talented (or adam wouldn’t get him as well as he does) but adam is a genius and that look behind his eyes..... he’s lived about 1 billion times more than he should’ve by age 19

who’s the shyest? 

neither of them are shy exactly they’re just buried under 9 surface level personalities that you have to crack open with your bare fuckin hands

but if you met either of them in the hallowed halls of aglionby you would think adam was shy and ronan was a rampant fuckwad so based on appearance?? adam. he keeps his head down.

who boasts about the other more? 

as soon as adam is officially his bf ronan takes a ten year long victory lap he’s so embarrassing

who sits on who’s lap?

y’all. we all know ronan sits in adam’s. it’s a fact of life. he probably had a sexy dream about it when he was 17 and took his morning shower in holy water

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Can I have an RFA+Saeran reacting to MC getting a bad allergic reaction? You can decide whether it's like her entire body is breaking out in hives, or like her tongue/lip/throat starts swelling up. Thank youuuu❤️ your blog is lovely btw. I find myself visiting it almost daily.

OMGG THANK YOU SO MUCH I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AND SCHOOL HAS BEEN A BITCH BUT WHATEVER IT’S SPRING BREAK NOW AAAAAA ;_;

Yoosung:

he didn’t know what to do

like at first everything was good, they were eating ice cream and Yoosung gave her some of his to her but she forgot that his had strawberries in it and well.. 

now her face was turning beet red and her throat was swelling up so quickly that he just couldn’t react to it in time

his eye widened and he literally dropped his ice cream onto the floor

“OMG MC! ARE YOU OKAY? ARE YOU HAVING AN ALLERGIC REACTION?”

mentally slaps himself for asking that question like of course she is you idiot can you not see that she can’t breathe?

he’s just SCREAMING for help and low key crying because he’s so scared that MC will die??

MC manages to choke out that she has an epipen in her bag and FINALLY he reacts and stabs her thigh

in a couple of seconds her wheezing slows down and a few minutes later, she breathes more steadily

“MC! oh my god I thought I’d lose you! I’m sorry I didn’t know you were allergic to strawberries”

is he still crying? probably

Zen:

holy cow he was so prepared for this

he had benadryl, an epipen (for himself), allegra, claritin… he was basically a walking pharmacy

so when he saw MC sneeze with watery eyes and cough with her itchy throat, he knew that she had hay fever

it was almost scary how quick he was to realize like

one second she was looking for a tissue and in the next he already handed her a pill, had opened water bottle in one hand and a packet of tempo tissues in the other

MC was kinda shook like “Whoa where did all this come from?”

“Well, I’m always prepared ‘cause, never know when I’ll meet a cat, y’know?”

so grateful AAAAAA

“Zen, you know you’re the-”

“Best boyfriend ever? Yea, I know. Now eat this medicine before you start snotting all over the place”

^^got slapped for saying that but it’s okay it was a “playful hit” sorta thing

they had a nice date in the park after that

but MC was secretly hoping that someone would bring their cat outside >:)

Jaehee:

she didn’t even know it was happening?

MC and her got the SAME DRINK (coffee, i mean)

and she’d ASKED SPECIFICALLY for soy milk because MC was lactose intolerant but when they got the drinks, the barista mixed it up (damnit customer service)

we won’t go into the nasty stuff but MC was suffering 

she felt nauseous and her stomach was cramping up 

there was a cold sweat on her brow but she was determined (and i mean D E T E R M I N E D) not to let Jaehee know because 

how embarrassing?? it was low key just a stomach ache but at that point in time, she didn’t want Jaehee to know that she was about to puke in the taxi

“Hey, MC? Are you alright? You look all pale and you’re sweating?”

“Y- yea, I’m alright. But can we get off at the next stop? I’m a feeling a bit carsick.”

as soon as she got off the car she started vomiting on the side of the road

Jaehee was freaking the hell out and was so worried she was patting her back and talking like a mom

but after it was out of her system, MC felt better and told Jaehee about her lactose intolerance

“MC, you should’ve told me earlier!!”

Jumin:

honestly the fact that MC could’ve had allergies never crossed his mind

so when he told chef to prepare a Mille-feuille with almond accents he was absolutely clueless

did i or did i not literally google fancy french dessert names and plug in some sort of nut for this to happen idunno u decide

right so MC who didn’t know what the fuck this dessert was, much less knew that there would be almonds in it

immediately after the first few bites she felt this heat rush to her face

uh-oh she knew EXACTLY what was happening

she excused herself from the table and ran to the bathroom with her purse

Jumin was confused like did she have to pee that badly??

when MC came back out, he noticed her eyes were swollen and she was breathing rather heavily

and not to mention, she spent a solid 10 minutes in there

“MC, did something happen?”

“um.. were there nuts in that?”

“Yes, I especially told the chef to add almonds. Don’t tell me, you are allergic to nuts…?”

MC didn’t even have to say anything 

“I’m so sorry, I promise it won’t happen again.”

he pulled MC into a hug and told her he was going to throw away all nuts products at home (even Elizabeth’s nut shaped toy nuuu ;A;)

707:

DUDE he literally shared his FAVOURITE CHIPS WITH MC AND NOW SHE WAS COUGHING HER LUNGS OUT

“MC! MC! MC!!! IT’S OKAY WHERE IS YOUR MEDICATION!”

he remembered seeing in her medical records that she was allergic to something

what it was, it couldn’t remember now, but it was obviously something that was in his HBC (much to his dismay)

anyway he was running around the house flipping the couch over like it was a piece of paper, rummaging for her medicine like a mad man

and when he finally found it under her pillow (what was it doing there anyway???)

he nearly hollered out of delight and forgot that he should, in fact, be giving it to MC and not celebrating his find 

oops

k so after MC calmed the f down and could breathe again

sEVEN WAS SULKING

“Seven y r u sad”

“B- because, I can’t share the thing i love most with you”

.-. i have no words

Saeran:

he wasn’t ready

nO ONE PREPARED HIM FOR THIS

for his entire life he hasn’t heard or encountered someone with a severe allergy and this bb

this poor thing was so scared

he just started like shaking because he didn’t know what to do

MC was breaking out into hives and her face was all itchy and she just looked so uncomfortable 

he couldn’t react cuz like ???? what was happening what is this how to life send help

so MC is over there scratching at herself and telling Saeran to calm down

“It’s okay, it’ll go away in a few hours once I eat some medicine”

he didn’t believe her

but when it was over he was super relieved

“MC please don’t let that happen again, I don’t want to see you suffer”

“I’ll try, but sometimes I can’t help it. I’m allergic to egg products and sometimes I eat it by accident.”

^^idk too much about hives and stuff but yea i searched online and came to this conclusion, sorry if i’m wrong

AYY hope that wasn’t too bad? I have hay fever myself and lemme tell u that i wish i had a BF with meds 24/7 

~Cherry L.

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'Pay the ransom - or watch me wreck your life': Chilling new computer menace that is driving victims to suicide

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'Pay the ransom - or watch me wreck your life': Chilling new computer menace that is driving victims to suicide

At first, the message seems harmless – an email pops up on your screen that could be from a friend or colleague. 

But click on it and your blood will run cold. Because what follows is a string of vicious threats to destroy your life unless you hand over money.

The ‘ransom’ email explains that you have been caught viewing an adult website – captured on your computer’s camera.

To add credibility to the sting, the email includes key private details, such as your phone number and secret passwords for a bank or shopping account.

The ‘ransom’ email explains that you have been caught viewing an adult website

The effect is chilling, as Sarah Hartley, a Mail on Sunday journalist, found out for herself when she was targeted recently. 

‘Like most journalists, I am as tough as old boots and used to dealing with all sorts. Yet what horrified me most about receiving such an email is that it breached my work firewall,’ she says.

‘That was my fault – the email name had looked credible. It came from a common female name and I had assumed it was a public relations adviser. So I clicked on the option to permit.

‘But when I read it I flushed hot and cold from head to toe – I was stunned by the sheer nastiness of the words. [see below]. 

‘If the person had been standing in front of me I felt they would have been wielding a knife. Adding to my sense of fear was that the email included a password I use for an online shopping account. A barrier had been broken.’

Hartley adds: ‘Although I knew I had not been watching pornography, the way I was threatened – that a video of me would be passed on to contacts if I dared breathe a word – was horribly menacing.

‘I would have been mortified to know my friends and work colleagues might be contacted in this way. The language was perfect – no hieroglyphics or request to send money to a Nigerian bank account – and that is what made it plausible.’

The fraudster’s sinister email

‘Let’s get straight to the purpose. You do not know me and you’re probably wondering why you’re getting this email.

In fact, I actually set up a malware on the XXX streaming (adult porn) website and guess what, you visited this website to experience fun (you know what I mean). 

While you were watching video clips your web browser started functioning as a remote control desktop with a keylogger which provided me access to your screen and also webcam. 

Just after that, my software gathered your complete contacts from the messenger, social networks, as well as email account. Next, I created a video. 

The first part displays the video you were watching (you’ve got nice taste haha…) and second part shows the view of your web camera, yeah it is u.

There are just two possibilities. Very first solution is to ignore this email. 

In this situation I will send your recorded material to all your contacts and thus just consider the embarrassment you can get. 2nd alternative will be to give me $3,000. 

Let us regard it as a donation. 

In such a case I most certainly will instantly eliminate your videotape. You will make the payment by Bitcoin. 

If you are planning on going to the police, look, this message cannot be traced back to me. I have covered my moves.

You have a day in order to pay.’

Hartley ignored the email. But criminals are frightening victims into handing over £500 or more in anonymous Bitcoins. 

If they do not pay up, the blackmailer says they will share the details they have on the web. 

Millions of computer users are being targeted in the sinister wave of ransom scams reputed to be cheating innocent people – targeted at random – out of at least £30million a year.

Personal information the blackmailers use to add credence to their claims can be bought for as little as £3 over the ‘dark web’ or ‘harvested’ using gadgets that can be purchased for about £40.

Colin Tankard is a cyber security expert who has been targeted himself by such criminals. 

He says: ‘Ransomware can destroy lives. 

‘There have been instances when people have committed suicide as a result of the horrible threats made. 

‘It breaks up perfectly stable relationships and causes untold misery.’

Tankard, managing director of Harlow-based Digital Pathways, adds: ‘Part of the awfulness of such cyber attacks is that these emails are often sent randomly. 

‘The criminal has no idea what a recipient has been doing – just making a guess.

‘Paying up is the worst thing a victim can do. You are then put on a ‘sucker list’.’ 

This means your name will be added to lists of people deemed susceptible to crime, which are then traded among criminals – invariably leading to victims receiving further demands for money. 

Menacing language is used to make a victim feel insecure and vulnerable to the prey.

Tankard says: ‘Wording usually goes as follows, “While you were watching videos, your internet browser started out functioning as a remote viewer having a keylogger which gave me accessibility to your screen and web cam. After that, my software program obtained all your contacts.”

‘Then, “Well, in my opinion, $1,000 is a fair price for our little secret. You’ll make the payment by Bitcoin.” 

‘An additional message might read, “I know that you have read through this email. If I do not receive the Bitcoins I will send your video recording to all of your contacts, including close relatives and colleagues.”‘

Aware of the scam, Tankard ignored the threat sent to him and did not reply – and suggests that others targeted should do this too.

Being a dark web criminal does not require much skill – just a lack of scruples. 

Tankard says a harmless looking £40 USB stick device known as a ‘rubber ducky’ can be inserted into the side of a laptop. 

It includes a ‘slurp’ facility that will then instantly grab hold of personal computer files, including passwords and contacts. The details are copied, leaving the computer user none the wiser.

Victims are asked to make the payment by Bitcoin

Similarly, a small hand-held ‘wi-fi pineapple’ box with antenna can be purchased on the internet for £80. 

It offers free wi-fi to nearby internet users and even imitates servers, perhaps pretending it is the wi-fi provider for the coffee shop a person is sitting in. The device can be used to steal home log-in details for wi-fi.

Ruth Walker, of internet search engine consultant Evolved, says lists of potential victims and their private financial details can easily be purchased. 

Recent research for website Money Guru revealed passwords for social media, online music or email accounts can be bought for £3 on the dark web.

Newcastle-based computer expert Walker says: ‘These details have often initially been gathered through phishing – perhaps using pop-up windows or emails with click-on links to websites that harvest personal information.

‘People often have the same password for a variety of services making it easier for criminals to build a data profile.’

Successful malware attacks have also raised fear among many potential victims – making it more likely they pay up if blackmailed.

A malware virus known as CryptoLocker, hidden in Microsoft software in 2013 and 2014, made off with £2.3million when an innocuous looking ‘Trojan horse’ file opened in an email attachment sent computers into meltdown.

Last year, another known as WannaCry infected more than 200,000 computers – including those used by the National Health Service – with victims paying some £110,000 in Bitcoins to unlock their computers.

According to analysis by technology company Vanson Bourne, ransomware attacks cost British businesses £350million a year, with 40 per cent of firms getting attacked at least five times in 12 months. 

Given many firms are beefing up their cyber security, hackers are increasingly targeting individuals.

Computer users should be wary of pressing links on pop-up windows or contained in unsolicited emails. 

Rogue security software and copycat websites – claiming to be popular online shops such as Amazon and eBay, payment system PayPal or official organisations such as Revenue & Customs – are favoured by fraudsters hoping to trick you into giving away private information.

Anti-virus software is a way of combating a cyber attack. Providers to consider – that offer free options – include Avira and Sophos. 

Others worth considering include McAfee, Intego, Norton and Bitdefender although you will have to sign up to an annual subscription costing at least £30.

Have you been a victim of ransomware? If so send an email to [email protected]

  Source: https://www.thisismoney.co.uk/money/beatthescammers/article-6298379/Pay-ransom-watch-wreck-life-Computer-menace-driving-victims-suicide.html