#💻 behind the screen

[silverwolf-official]

[ooc: i am so sorry to anyone who ever wants to scroll this blog there are 3123546289090 sampard reblogs in the way]

#💻 behind the screen #ooc #[ill put the post title as a tag on my rbs so you guys can filter them out asdgdgjklklj] #feel free to block/filter: #Gepard finally figures out he's gay. The post

[speaksleazy]

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Study Buddy 2

Warnings: this series will include dark elements which may include bullying, noncon or dubcon, or violent behaviour. Mind the warnings.

Summary: a group project leads to a tense partnership.

Character: Walter Marshall

Big thanks to those who read! Feedback always helps inspire and you know I’m always happy to chat about possibilities! Please reblog and comment ❤️

You breeze through the book to your own surprise. Between your other classes and your part-time gig down at the shop, you make quick work of it. You sit to transcribe the notes you made by hand into the doc as your phone buzzes.

‘Should start writing. I can meet tomorrow.’

The message is as blunt as anything else he’s said to you. Your brief first meeting with Walter still sticks in your head. You look back to the document and see another cursor in the doc. Your words are backspaced and reworded before you. You sigh. It’s going to be one of those projects.

‘Sure. I work til 2. Library?’

You put your phone down again and ignore the edits as you continue to input your notes. You don’t know why you’re doing any of it. He seems intent on doing it all himself.

Buzz. You flip your cell and cup your chin as you read the screen. ‘Can’t make it there. Daughter’s sick. Meet me here.’

Here? As in his home? That’s a lot.

You don't get it. He suggested tomorrow then just as quickly pulls the rug out. It's like every answer you have is wrong.

‘Don't work day after.’

‘Tomorrow after 2 is fine. I'll send address.’

That's it. Even via text, you hear his unbending tone. How can you argue with that punctuation?

You just type OK and leave it be. Maybe you'll get murdered. It would at least be the end of your problems. Of all the group work you’ve ever done, he’s the least compromising person you’ve ever encountered. Usually you’d be happy to let someone else take the lead but something about his demeanour just comes off condescending.

Or maybe that’s your insecurity talking.

You continue your notes in the doc. You notice the other cursor, highlighted green, moving around the page. You try to ignore the changes in real-time being made to your own thoughts. This isn’t going to be easy. At least you’ll be able to say you earned your grade.

💻

It seems a bit reckless to be walking up to stranger’s house. In fact, after reading a thriller about murder, it rings in your head as a very unwise decision. That being said, you have to get this assignment done. It might not be worth your life but what choice do you have?

You compare the house number with the address in your phone. That’s the one. One-half of a faded old duplex. You stride up the narrow walk beside the bushes and climb up the concrete steps. You knock and wait.

You’re exhausted already. You don’t know if you’re ready for this. Work was no fun. It never is. Sorting packages is no glorious deed but it pays.

You wait and go to knock again. The door opens before your knuckles can meet the wood and you nearly rap against the chest of the man behind it. You give a sheepish cringe and rescind your hand.

“Uh, hi,” you utter awkwardly.

“Mm, hey,” Walter responds, “come on.”

He checks his watch as he backs up. It’s almost three. The buses were clogged down in the city’s core and you missed your connection to his neighbourhood. He probably wouldn’t care that you walked two blocks just to make up for the change in commute.

You step inside as he stands against the door. It’s a tight squeeze. You can smell the woodsy hint of his cologne as you brush by him. You stay on the mat and lift your foot to untie your boot with one hand. You waver as he sidles by you and switch feet. You leave the worn treads by the door.

He looks to his left and you see the hooks mounted on the wall, jackets already hung there. You take the hint and put yours with them. You swipe your bag back up and follow him down the entryway and through the second door on your left.

The kitchen is lit with an amber hue, the glass shade of the ceiling light lending a soft tint to the space. He points you to the round table across from the apron of the counter and you claim a chair quietly. You peer around curiously as he marches to the counter.

He doesn’t say a word as he fills a navy blue mug. You bop your foot under the table. You feel like you’re disturbing him but this was his idea.

“Coffee?” He asks. At least he’s kind enough to ask.

“Um, no, thanks,” you wilt out, “I’m all good.”

You reach to your bag to distract yourself. You open up your laptop as you put it on the table. He sits heavily to your right, his cup clunking down onto the wood. He drags over the notebook with loose leaves tucked between the pages.

“You mind typing?” He asks, “I’m no good with the small keys.”

“Sure, uh, let me just open up the notes...” you swirl your fingers around the touchpad as he exhales. Each breath sounds exasperated.

“You’re not one of those,” he wonders, “no coffee? What, you don’t like caffeine?”

“Um, well, I have one coffee in the morning but I don’t drink it after noon or my head hurts.”

“Mmm,” he hums flatly, “too bad.”

He lifts his cup and gulps again, elbows on the table as he hovers the mug between his hands. He seems like that type. No sleep, only coffee. It might explain his general demeanour.

“So, I’ll just make a second doc where we can put our draft,” you explain to another one of his rocky grumbles.

You hear something hoarser from down the hall. Coughing followed by horrid hacking. Then a moan as a door opens.

“Dad,” the thin voice wafts down ahead of the girl. She’s maybe fifteen, a blanket around her shoulders, as her reddened nose offers the only colour in her drawn face, “I need more cough syrup.”

“Faye,” he stands, his cup hitting the table just as harshly as before. “Go back to bed.”

“My head hurts,” she whimpers.

He stalks over to meet her by the fridge, “I know, sweetheart,” his softened tone surprises you, “go lay down and I’ll bring you some tea.” He opens the fridge and takes out a dark brown bottle, “here.” He hands her the syrup and she sniffles. He pats her arm gently, “don’t get me sick, kid.”

Her glazes eyes flit towards you as you sit with your hands over the keyboard. You look away meekly, caught.

“Who’s that, dad?” She asks.

“Schoolwork,” he gives the terse answer, “group project.”

“Oh,” she lets out the single syllable before she devolves back into a coughing fit.

“Lay down,” he demands.

As she retreats, he turns back and crosses to the counter. He flicks on the kettle and faces you, glaring over at you.

“Just a minute,” he says.

“Take your time,” you return gently, “she’s in rough shape.”

“Mm,” he rumbles, “I’m sure she doesn’t mind the time off school.”

#walter marshall #dark walter marshall #dark!walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #night hunter #study buddy #au #series #drabble

[potatohoon]

✧˚💻🧋📓 ༘ ⋆₊ sunghoon drabble !

☆ the way this is so 'coworkers to lovers' coded. i can imagine him being the leader of some department (why am I thinking of marketing) and him catching feelings for reader, who's the new intern (or maybe just new hire) and the one he has to guide.

☆ warnings: none

more under the cut

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

⤷ Suppose you recently started working at a tech company and Sunghoon is your team leader. He's going to be your guide because you're new and he leads your team.

⤷ Would certainly be quiet at first, but as you two began to see each other regularly, he would become more comfortable with you and begin to discreetly flirt.

⤷ He'd love teasing you and watching you get flustered as he does so, like:

⤷ As you make yourself some coffee in the kitchen, he approaches you from behind and towers over you as you reach up to grab a cup. Taking the cup off the shelf and placing it on the counter while he kept his eyes fixated on yours and slowly moves his gaze down to your lips.

⤷ He'd swiftly shift away and depart the area when you follow his movements and noticed his action. He would undoubtedly be grinning as he saw you standing in the kitchen, still struck by what happened.

or

⤷ You'd be at your desk doing your work assigned by him, typing away at the keyboard. He'd come behind you, slightly bending down until he's right next to your head and would look at the screen, the light illuminating from it reflecting in the lens of his glasses.

⤷ When you notice him and turn your face towards him, he'd appear to be unfazed, keeping his eyes fixated on the screen and would point out an error in your work while helping you fix it.

⤷ Would pat your head softly after that and would praise you on how good of a job you're doing, watching you get flustered at his behavior.

yet at the same time he would also be so loser coded?

Also why does this remind me of Cha Sunghoon from Business Proposal? LIKE IT'S THE GLASSES I SWEAR. I am going absolutely feral right now, I can't.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

#sunghoon x reader #enhypen x reader #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon x you

[invisi-idol]

web / internet themed npts ! 💾

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♬ ⋆⁺₊ – pronouns :

xe / xir , zhe / zher , ze / zim , le / lim

stream / streams , search / searches , surf / surfs , scratch / scratches , disc / discs , doc / docs , dock / docks , digit / digits , digital / digitals , pixel / pixels , animate / animates , music / musics , web / webs , wasd / wasds , game / games , gif / gifs , visual / visuals , video / videos

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📱 / 📱s , 💻 / 💻s , 💾 / 💾s , 🌐 / 🌐s

♬ ⋆⁺₊ – titles :

( prn ) who lives on the internet , ( prns ) intelligence , the tech-y one , the web surfer , the coder , ( prn ) who hides behind a screen , the hacker

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[sjsmith56]

Away Mission - Part 2

Summary: Sloan’s new job involves reporting about Bucky after a month of no word from him. Bucky adjusts to his new situation. A discovery in his tent puts him on alert.

Length: 2.9 K

Characters: Sloan, Bucky, OMC and OFC.

Warnings: Worry about Bucky, Bucky having regrets, Bucky concerned about Sloan’s safety.

Part 1

💻 ⛺️

Part 2

Sloan

I filed the piece I did on a homeless shelter that had been targeted by traffickers and leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms out over my head. It had been a month since I left Bucky and according to Sam, who checked in with me regularly it had been that long since anyone had heard from him. It seemed like he had dropped off the face of the Earth. Was I worried? Yes, a person doesn’t stop caring for another person they loved, even after they separate themselves from them. At least this person didn’t. Part of me hoped that after he hooked up with whatever “private security group” he had contracted with, he would undergo a reality check and realize he wasn’t a good fit with their philosophy of anything goes as long as the price is right. But no one, and I mean no one in the Avengers, had heard from him.

“Hey, are you coming out for drinks?”

I looked up at the face of another writer at the Daily, Devlin Horne. Born in South Africa, Dev had been a thorn in the side of certain old-school military remnants of the former apartheid regime. He was an investigative reporter into the right-wing groups that longed for a return to those days, until they planted a bomb under his bed, almost killing him, when he got up to use the bathroom during the night. Instead of the pressure-sensitive device going off right away, it malfunctioned, exploding while he was in the kitchen grabbing a midnight snack. Buried under the rubble for a day until he was rescued made him realize his life was in danger if he stayed in Cape Town, so he left, coming to New York to work at the Manhattan Daily, the online news platform I became a part of after I left Bucky. We became friendly acquaintances and he checked on me daily.

“Are we celebrating something?”

“We are,” he replied. “Someone has been nominated for a Scripps Howard Award.” He looked around as if it was a big secret. “It’s not you or me, however.”

“Let me guess, Tess Murray, for her piece on the Gaza,” I said, having already heard through the grapevine. It was a prestigious nomination for an online publication. “I already heard, and I will go for one drink, only because Tess asked me, as she has an idea for a collaborative piece.”

“Really?” His accent was particularly strong at that moment, and I thought I saw something dark behind his eyes … jealousy perhaps? “Well, I guess I’ll see you at Rafters then.” He winked. “Perhaps you and I can collaborate on something, sometime.”

He left me there, walking away without giving me a chance to answer. I knew what he wanted, as he made it clear within a week of my arrival that he was interested in me. Even though I told him I wasn’t up for another relationship he had been persistent, in a friendly, non-creepy way. My in-office messaging system dinged, and I looked at the computer screen seeing a message from Tess.

That piece I mentioned working together on? Just got more interesting. Come see me now, if you’re free.

I logged out and headed over to her office. As senior correspondent and the winner of several national and international journalism awards, Tess’s office was proof of her success. Compared to my desk, sharing a space with four others, her private corner office with a view in two directions was a reward for the level of writing she filed on a regular basis. I entered, and she indicated I should shut the door. Sitting on the armchair in front of her I looked at her expectantly.

“Well, I’m going to give you a name, and if you don’t want to be part of the story because of that name I understand,” she said. “He’s been off the radar for a month, and I know you have history with him.”

To say my heart didn’t come up into my throat, threatening to choke me with its increased beating would be lying. I tried to stay neutral but even her face showed a level of excitement that I knew could make this story another award winner.

“Bucky Barnes has resurfaced,” she said. “He was spotted at an arms show in the Middle East last week, scoping out some pretty high-tech weaponry. The word in certain circles is that he is connected to the Excalibur Security Group and is leading one of their infiltration units.”

Of all the groups to be associated with, why did it have to be Excalibur? Filled with former military and CIA shadow operatives, they were known to be involved in bringing oligarchs to power in resource rich third world countries. Tess brought an image up on her computer screen, turning it so I could see photographs of Bucky handling a very advanced rifle at the show. It seemed to be made just for him, as he tried out several stances with it. There must have been a look on my face because Tess suddenly put her hand on mine.

“You, okay? Is it too soon to ask you to investigate and write about your former boyfriend?”

I swallowed then let out a breath. “Yeah, it is too soon but if he’s involved with them, it’s not a good thing. Any idea what country they’re targeting?”

“Considering the fact that he lived there for two years … it has to be Wakanda. The vacuum left by the death of King T’Challa and subsequent challenge by M’Baku to take control has convinced some consortiums that the time is right for a coup. Barnes had a very public falling out with Princess Shuri with plenty of witnesses hearing her threaten to kill him if he showed his face there again. His knowledge of the country is invaluable to the right people. I heard Excalibur offered him 8 figures, just as a bonus to go in with them. For a man who ended up in this century with nothing, many wouldn’t blame him for accepting the money. The Avengers certainly couldn’t afford that.”

I leaned back in the chair and Tess turned her computer screen away from me. I looked past her, to the view of the Empire State Building and Chrysler Building. Completed within 11 months of each other in 1930, Bucky was a teenager when they were built. The view of them was something he never got enough of, a reminder of who he used to be, before World War II and HYDRA turned him into the man he was today.

“Alright,” I said. “I’m in. What do you want me to do?”

As she outlined her investigation objectives, I tried to still the hesitancy I was already feeling about this. The Excalibur Security Group had been implicated in the kidnapping, torture and deaths of several people in the countries they had already “helped” transition to a different government; people whose only real crime was standing up to outside influence and interference. I couldn’t help but wonder why, after all his years of being a puppet of HYDRA, Bucky would align himself with an organization who seemed to follow their playbook for taking control.

Bucky

It had been five weeks since I took that ride in the windowless panel van. Being taken at gunpoint and having my head covered didn’t exactly fill me with confidence but once I was vetted and went out on a few pickups myself I realized it was SOP, Standard Operating Procedure. All new hires went through the same thing. Their bags were checked for trackers, their weapons checked for serial numbers (they were supposed to be filed off), and once we arrived at a second secret location, the operative was required to strip down and prove they weren’t wearing a wire. Because of my arm and shoulder unit I had to prove nothing in them was traceable. I must have been convincing because they allowed me to keep the arm.

There were the usual types that thought they were the baddest of all badasses but when I easily dumped them on said ass during some one-on-one confrontations, they all soon realized none of them had my skill set. It would have been laughable if not for the fact that most of these guys had received their training with the military of several different countries. Either training methods had been watered down since I took basic in 1942, or these guys had faked their resumés. I must have pleased someone because I didn’t have to prove myself after that. One of the suits hanging around where our small army was holed up, made a big deal of transferring my $10 million signing bonus into the Swiss bank account that I set up once I agreed to join. Told me that after this mission I could begin to live the high life that I was entitled to. Of course, the suit didn’t realize that as soon as the money went into the account a forensic accounting team would begin tracing the source of that transfer. The forensic team were the best of the best, and their work would begin the accumulation of evidence that would be used to prosecute the money people behind the Excalibur Security Group.

Now, five weeks after that van ride, I was in a camp, located somewhere on a remote Australian ranch, in a tent by myself, since I was also made a unit commander. It was hot, dusty, and there was no wifi for miles. But the beer was cold, the food plentiful, and I just bided my time until the day we were in a place with internet so that everything I had recorded in that time could be uploaded to the cloud. Yeah, I was getting better at the tech thing as well. Sam would be proud of me. I paused as I stopped sharpening my knives for a moment. Lying to Sam had been hard. It started with challenging his decisions on missions, then openly mocking his authority. Like the counsellor he used to be he tried to deal with it with understanding. But I was surly with him, asking what made his plans better than mine, considering I had years more experience than him. Then I deliberately didn’t follow his plans during missions. I never did it to the point of endangering lives on those occasions, but my actions did cause problems and when he called me out on it, I reacted like one of those fake badasses I took care of. Before I ended it with Sloan, Sam was the last person that I broke relations with. The look of hurt on his face when I put my face into his and told him to fuck off out of my life was something that I’ll regret forever. I hoped to hell that when this mission was done, he would accept my apology and forgive me for the terrible things I said and did.

“Barnes, CO wants you,” said Ducharme, a former French special forces sergeant, sticking his head inside my tent.

I put my knife and sharpening stone aside, then headed over to the CO’s tent. Colonel William Moorehouse was a former Marine, who was unceremoniously dumped from his command, after being caught stealing gold from a drug lord in Afghanistan. The government of the moment wanted the gold to go towards reparations. He thought it his just due for taking out the drug lord and his small army. He had to give it back then was canned after. I stopped outside his tent, as the flap was down.

“Captain Barnes reporting,” I announced. Only took me 80 years to be made Captain.

“Enter,” said the Colonel’s voice. He had a computer up and I realized at that moment that he must have wifi. With luck and some time, I might be able to upload everything recorded so far. “Barnes, we’ve been monitoring online news sources to make sure word of our upcoming excursion doesn’t get out before we execute the plan. Looks like someone had loose lips but we’re not sure who spilled the beans.”

“Sir?” I questioned, not quite sure what he wanted me to do.

The tall grey-haired man turned the laptop screen towards me, and I saw a brief article from the Manhattan Daily. Its title stood out. So did its byline of the writers.

WAKANDAN COUP ATTEMPT EXPECTED: PRIVATE SECURITY FIRM MAY BE INVOLVED An unnamed source advised that the former Avenger, James Buchanan Barnes, recently fired from the group for increasingly disturbing behaviour has been hired by the private security firm, Excalibur Security Group. While his skill set would be coveted by any private security firm, the news of him being hired by ESG hints that his extensive knowledge of Wakanda may be utilized as part of a coup. Excalibur Security Group is no stranger to transitioning uncooperative governments, especially if they are in resource rich countries. Since the deaths of Wakandan king T’Challa, and his mother, Ramonda, the country appears to be troubled with the ascension of tribal chief M’Baku to the throne, after his challenge to the heir presumptive, Princess Shuri, was uncontested. Shuri and Barnes were recently witnessed in an unsettling encounter, threatening the other with death. The Daily will monitor the situation and report updates as they occur. Story filed by Tess Murray and Sloan Hunter.

I stood up, saying nothing for a moment. “I haven’t spoken to Sloan for over a month. She wouldn’t have known I signed with Excalibur as I only accepted after I broke it off with her.”

“I didn’t think you were the leak,” he replied, turning the laptop back to him. “That Murray woman has been a thorn in the side of several private security firms. She has eyes and ears everywhere. How are your assassin skills?”

“I would rather not use them,” I replied, as it was made very clear when I signed that I didn’t do that anymore. He gave me a look that said he didn’t like that answer. “My skills are still the best. You’re not considering a hit on the women, are you?”

“No, I just want it as an option if they start naming names,” he said. “Our contract is specific that we protect our client’s name and reputation, at the expense of our own. We have an operative in the same office as the Manhattan Daily. That person will be monitoring progress on the story. If they get too close, they will be dealt with, hopefully by our operative. If that isn’t possible, I’m afraid you may be sent to complete that operation.” I started to argue but he put up his hand. “It’s actually in your contract that you may be required for specific tasks. A hit would qualify.”

I wracked my brains trying to remember if I saw that clause before I signed. He bent over his laptop and brought up a document, turning it towards me.

“You can read it again, if you wish,” he said. “It was buried pretty deep but it’s there. Page 2, clause 4.8a.”

I read it and swore openly. “That was not in the contract I signed,” I insisted.

“Well, it’s there now,” he said smugly. “If you’re going to be a soldier of fortune you have to earn the money doing the dirty jobs, Barnes. Now get the hell out of my tent.”

Seething, I stepped out and swore again as I headed back to my tent.

“I hope you heard that,” I said, in a low voice once I was out of earshot of his tent but hopefully within range of the wifi, knowing it would record me. “It wasn’t in the contract I signed. You better make sure she’s safe and find their operative.”

When I stepped inside my tent I stopped immediately. I could smell aftershave and it wasn’t mine, although I had a vague memory of the scent. Someone had been in my tent while I was with the Colonel. Carefully, I scanned the inside of my quarters, checking to see if anything was misplaced from where I left it. Then I checked the obvious and not so obvious places to plant a bug, finding it on the side of one of the tent’s supports, in the shadows where it wasn’t readily visible. It wasn’t a standard issue bug, at least not one used by the Avengers or law enforcement. As I looked closer at it, I noticed a tiny symbol made up of four vertical lines. When I was with HYDRA some of the Russian guards and staff had it tattooed on the back of their hand, as it meant order in an ancient hieroglyphic of the culture present from about 5000 BC. To HYDRA, always using ancient cultural symbols to justify their measures, it was just another way of saying what they wanted for the world. With a smirk, I broke it in half then smashed it under my heel for good measure. I looked for another but didn’t find anything. It bothered me that someone would use a bug with that symbol on it. Was there a HYDRA sympathizer in the camp? If there was, I needed to identify them and find out what their game was. Were they part of the plan to infiltrate and destabilize Wakanda or was I a target? Either way, my mission just became a little harder.

Part 3

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[teenagegirltoday]

the in-between moments

When you're improving yourself, and working on creating a better life overall, you'll experience a lot of what I like to call 'in-between' moments. It happens when you're faced with the comfortable urge to watch TV but have the mental thinking to go on a walk and listen to a podcast. It happens when you're on that walk and wish you were watching tv instead.

You're transforming into a new you, and it's going to take leaving behind the old you; here's some ways to make that a little easier.

🏋️Grab your laptop or phone and put on a YouTube exercise video in front of your TV. Then set your phone up where you can see the movements, but also watch whatever TV show you want to do.

🏋️Make a split window on your laptop. Sign into a streaming service or watch a movie some other way online in one window. On the other window, put on a exercise video.

🏋️ Get on the treadmill for 20 minutes, walking 3mph. (I do this and I feel fantastic afterwards.) Alter this workout until it works for you. Up the speed, slow it down, change the time, whatever you need. But watch Tiktoks while you're doing this. Get your daily scroll in and your daily movement.

🚿Listen to podcasts or the news in your shower.

🚿 Listen to a podcast when you're doing your morning (or night) skincare routine! Mindset-focused podcasts are miracle workers early in the morning.

🥪Get healthier versions of your favorite snacks and sneak them into your diet one by one. (Compare sodium levels and calories if you're in a calorie deficit for your workout routine. Consult your doctor. Don't listen to me or anyone else that isn't you or a licensed professional about your body.)

💻Limit your screen time by listening to audiobooks and giving your eyes a break. Learn the skill of listening and not ruining your eyesight. (Looking at you, Wattpaders.)

📚 Sit down and read 10 pages everyday - of a fiction book. Then 5 pages of fiction and nonfiction. Ease into it. Read a nonfiction book about your favorite interests. Love writing? Pick up an author's autobiography. Love drama? Pick up a political scandal book. Love food? Pick up a book about the history of food and it's significance in the development of cultures.

#self improvement #productivity #lifestyle #girlhood #mental health #self growth #hacks #tips #ease into it #easy now #wattpad #audiobooks

[vikkirosko]

👓 Christopher Hartley x Reader Oneshot Movie Marathon 💻

When Chris told Josh that he wanted to spend time with you, Josh suggested that he arrange a movie marathon. He was sure that it was a great option for a date, Josh even offered to help him pick up a few films that would help you both feel a romantic atmosphere. When Chris agreed to this, he was sure it was a really good idea, but now, sitting on the couch with you, he was worried. You were thrilled when he offered to arrange a movie marathon for you, you brought some movies that you both wanted to watch for a long time, you prepared snacks and drinks. You had the whole night ahead of you and you were burning with enthusiasm. It was already night outside the window, of the seven films that you decided to watch, two were already left behind, and Chris did not dare to do anything. Every time he wanted to hug you, you jerked sharply because of what was happening on the screen, and he took his hand away. He was already beginning to think that this would be the rest of the night, but he felt a warmth on his shoulder. Turning his head slightly, he saw that you were sitting pressed against his shoulder and closed your eyes. You started falling asleep, no matter how zealously you claimed that you could watch all the movies. Chris gently put his arm around your shoulders and you snuggled closer to him, finally sinking into a doze. Looking at your calm and peaceful face, he couldn't help but smile. Chris put his head on yours and continued watching the movie. Perhaps this movie marathon did not go exactly as he planned, but he liked the situation in which he found himself even more than the original plan.

#Until Dawn #Until Dawn x Reader #Until Dawn Oneshots #Christopher Hartley #Christopher Hartley x Reader

[silverwolf-official]

ooc: So… apparently Gepard mod made a Blade rp account. (I’ll tag in reblogs)

WE ARE COMPLETE! STELLARON HUNTERS REIGN

@stellaronhunterkafka

STELLARON HUNTERS 5EVER 💪💪💪

#💻 behind the screen #ooc #ooc ask

[imkittyjustkitty]

💻 — Fluffuly #3

— prompt : "I could kiss you right now" @fluffuly2022

— pairings : Lex Foster x Reader (ft. Platonic Hannah Foster)

"Okay so, I have things all figured out, where to stay and everything," You explain to Lex and Hannah, the two of them sitting to your right, Lex closest to you, with Hannah tucked into her side as they listen intently.

"There's an AirBNB I've booked for us, but that's temporary, just until," You open another tab, clicking on a certain listing on the Real Estate website, "This is all ready for us."

Lex lets out a shocked laugh, and Hannah gasps at the property shown on the screen.

Lex's head drops to rest on your shoulder, an open mouthed smile painted over her face, "You really organised all this?"

You grin at your success, "Yeah, yeah I did."

You all sit in a buzzing silence for a moment, so excited you want to never stop talking while simultaneously being stunned into silence.

All of your futures are falling into place and you can all finally see yourselves growing old somewhere safe, somewhere where you're not held back and told no. It's surreal, you're all starting to finally feel alive.

"Okay but wait," You laugh, the two girls looking to you curiously, "I did have to falsify a few financial records, just until Lex and I have a stable income.

"So, now you two," You point to the sisters sat beside you, "Are distantly related to some guy called Paul Mathews. He works some place that pays well and never answers his personal phone so we don't have to worry about him ruining this. Just, if anyone asks, he like fucked over your parents or something and feels bad so he pays you guys back financially, yeah?"

Lex's shocked smile grows into a full grin, her eyes lighting up as she looks at you.

She can't help it, it slips past her walls and out her lips before she even knows what she's saying, "I could kiss you right now."

Your eyes grow wide, not from disgust but from the feeling setting in you heart at her confession. The feelings she's suddenly expressing, something you've grown to be very familiar with whenever you're around her.

Without thinking, your lips quickly peck hers. It's over in an instant, and you're already packing up your laptop and shuffling away from Lex.

Getting up, you look down at Lex who still sits on the floor next to where you were just a moment ago, a blush painting her face, and a twinkle glowing in her eyes. A warmth grows in your chest as you watch her small smile dance across her face, biting her lip bashfully in an attempt to hide it.

Then you glance up from Lex to see Hannah, standing a bit behind her sister, who grins at you, her hands showing you two big thumbs-ups.

You laugh in disbelief, a lovesick smile growing along your lips, you just kissed Lex.

#fluffuly #fluffuly2022 #lex foster x reader #lex foster x you #lex foster x y/n #lex foster fanfic #lex foster fic #lex foster fanfiction #black friday x reader #black friday fanfiction #hatchetfield x reader #hatchetfield fanfiction

[grimalkinscratches]

For the fanfic asks: 👖, 💻, and 🏅 (also 🍰, as an extra one)

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

I am a plantser! I’ve tried and failed to convince myself that I’m a planner, because I’ll get the rough idea of where everything is going and I’ll go “oh I can fill in the blanks as I plan!” and then…nothing will happen for months. So…I’ve just accepted that I can do that rough sketching as I go, reaching the milestones I know I wanna reach as I go.

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

I do…potentially too much research for my fics! Way too much for something I am not being paid for and that won’t get that much attention as is. The deepest dive I did was Ancient Egyptian swear words, finding books and similar on the topic, along with looking at google map street views of Paris to find specific nooks and crannies to call back to from time to time.

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

Oooooh Shit um…accidentally paralleling canon in an unexpected and, frankly, fascinating way that I wasn’t planning? At all? Like when I was thinking about it originally, it was with this intention to flesh out a character left largely behind and underutilized by canon as a whole (despite his plentiful screen time), but then it turned into this weird damnation of another character (who will remain unnamed, but I suspecT you’ll figure out whOM) in canon entirely by association. And that kind of works both for me emotionally and for the fic in question.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

The deepset tricky desire to name Trickster to your face just to spin this around on you is strong, but I shall refrain.

Muddling Through Grey by Kizmet is one of my favorite comfort fics, simply because it does a lot with neglect and recovery from neglect with a really well-written found family of characters you’d never expect as such. It’s a Young Justice fic, but was written during the first season so you don’t even have to know much to read it beyond “Superboy was cloned from Superman without the big guy’s consent, and That Causes Problems”.

#ask games

[dxsole]

❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜ (Belle to anyone)

💻 IT'S REAL EVEN IF IT'S ONLINE 💻

Not Accepting.

He heard the familiar ding of a new message, twisting in his chair to see— He had three monitors in his system, two designated for his hacking work, research, notes...and the third, smallest one for socializing.

A lot of people felt better talking behind a screen than talking in real life...it's safer in a way. You're less likely to get hurt. All anyone could throw at you were words and you can block them, permanently remove them from your life.

But then things like this happen. You talk to someone who becomes a fast friend. It's easier for Hank to open up to a screen than a person...but it's also been a while since he's tried to be vulnerable with someone. He's been doing his good deeds, his important work that helped a lot of people—

And talking to her.

[message ->] i dunno bout all that lol [message ->] i don't think i've BEWITCHED anyone [message ->] n if i did?? is that so bad 😇

#surrender1002 #notquiteahitman #ch: hank #listen..............online romance let's gooooooo

[fakeurine]

New Blog Post: Can Mouthwash Help You Pass a Saliva Test? Insights Revealed

Title: Unveiling the Truth: Can Mouthwash Help You Pass a Saliva Test? Are you dreading a forthcoming saliva test? Ever wondered if mouthwash could be your secret lifesaver? Let's explore the truth behind this myth. 💭✨ A saliva test essentially assesses substances present in your saliva, providing insights into your internal health. Besides detecting illegal drugs and prescription medications, it also screens for alcohol, hormones, and even viruses. But can an everyday item like mouthwash help you ace this test? The answer is not as straightforward as you'd think. Though mouthwash alters your saliva's composition momentarily, it isn't a guaranteed method to pass a saliva test. Saliva tests are designed meticulously to detect drugs and their metabolites directly. The temporary effects of mouthwash likely don't suffice to mask their presence effectively 🚫🔍. Furthermore, while mouthwash may affect your saliva's integrity, this effect is short-lived. Testing centers are well-informed about such methods and have measures in place to counteract them. Plus, the body's natural saliva production dilutes and rinses off the mouthwash swiftly, making it a less reliable method 🕓⚖️. So, relying solely on mouthwash may not be your best bet. Instead, consider focusing on natural detox methods or waiting out the substance's detection window for a more reliable approach. The best way to pass a saliva test, after all, remains being substance-free. Intriguing, right? Now, do you want to dive deeper into this subject? You're just a click away from a comprehensive article that will illuminate this mysterious intersection of mouthwash and saliva tests. Don't wait, click on the link below and quench your curiosity: https://fakeurine.co/can-you-pass-a-saliva-test-with-mouthwash Discover more, stay informed, and make the wisest choices for your health 🌟👍🏼💻. #HealthTests #Mouthwash #SalivaTests #MythBusting

[ledcolorlight]

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[artofthehak-project]

🔍💔 Unveiling the Shadows: The Enigma of Counterfeit Identities on Twitter

In the labyrinth of Twitter's digital expanse, a disconcerting reality unfolds—a pervasive network of counterfeit profiles, orchestrating a sinister dance within the realm of the online slave trade. These digital impostors, adorned with fabricated identities and synthetic personas, play a pivotal role in the machinery of exploitation. The key to dismantling this malevolent operation lies in the unmasking of these deceptive avatars, peeling away the layers of falsehood to expose the true culprits behind the screen. Join us on a journey of revelation and resistance as we navigate the digital corridors, striving to disrupt the operations of human traffickers and child exploiters. Let every retweet and share be a step toward a safer online space. 💻🚫 #OnlineSafety #DigitalIdentity #HumanTrafficking #CounterfeitProfiles #jamesscott

#technology #ngo #cybersecurity #empowerment #ethical hacking #jamescott