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TW: Cussing.

Part 5

A Charming Detour - Part 6

Juice had spent all weekend thinking about you.

About that night.

Your just standing in the Teller-Morrow office, back in your usual professional  little world, completely unaware of the absolute crisis you’ve been putting him through since the party.

Juice, on the other hand?

He’s dying inside.

The next few days are pure torture.

Because now that he’s seen you tipsy  and  he’s heard you laugh without holding back, now that he’s watched you all carefree and making a leather jacket look adorable—

He can’t unsee it.

And the worst part?

You don’t even realize what you’re doing to him.

It’s the little things—the way you hum under your breath when you’re focused on paperwork, the way you bite your lip when you’re reading over invoices, the way you light up when someone brings you coffee.

Juice is losing his mind.

Juice has to fight for his life not to be weird about it.

“Morning,” you say with a small smile, completely at ease as you settle into your chair.

Juice swallows.

“Hey.”

You’re fine. You’re acting totally normal, like nothing happened, like you didn’t almost kill him last weekend just by existing.

Juice doesn’t even have to say anything—his misery is obvious, and the guys are thriving off it.

Tig, in particular, is having the time of his life.

“You’re staring again, man,” he mutters one afternoon, nudging Juice while you’re flipping throught a filing cabinet.

Juice jumps.

“I—I wasn’t staring.”

Tig grins. “Nah, you were definitely staring.”

Juice groans, rubbing a hand over his face.

“You’re fucked, brother.” Jax adds, smirking from the doorway.

“I’m not fucked,” Juice grumbles.

Chibs snorts. “Aye, lad, you keep tellin’ yourself that.”

It happens in the middle of an otherwise normal day.

You’re at your desk, organizing invoices, when you hear it.

“Juice, did you hack into Oswald's—”

The question comes from Jax, who’s leaning against the doorway, smirking.

Juice, who was halfway through sorting out an actual work order, stiffens immediately. “Man, don’t call it that. It’s cyber security.”

You blink, pausing mid-note.

Jax raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, whatever, hacker.”

Juice groans. “I don’t hack shit, man. It’s just—” He stops, glancing at you, realizing you’re listening.

And you’re curious.

“You’re a hacker?” you ask, tilting your head.

Juice’s eyes widen. “No! No, I—” He groans, throwing his hands up. “It’s not hacking, okay? It’s just… computers.”

You frown slightly, clearly not buying it.

But before you can press him, Jax smirks and pats Juice’s shoulder.

“Don’t let him downplay it,” Jax tells you. “Dude’s a genius with all that shit. Runs circles around the feds.”

Your eyebrows shoot up.

Juice sputters. “Dude!”

Jax grins, winking at you before walking off, leaving you with way more questions than answers.

Juice looks deeply uncomfortable now, shifting awkwardly as you continue to stare at him.

“So…?” You lean forward, intrigued. “What does that mean, exactly?”

Juice sighs. “It means I handle security. Like, cameras, tracking, making sure the club’s not getting spied on, shit like that.”

You process this for a second. “So… like a hacker?”

Juice groans, dragging a hand over his face. “No, it’s not hacking.”

You bite your lip, eyes glinting with amusement.

He’s flustered. Really flustered.

And, for the first time, you feel like you have the upper hand.

“So,” you continue, voice light, “you’re good with computers?”

Juice shrugs. “Yeah?”

Your smile grows. “Do you game?”

Juice freezes.

Like, physically freezes, blinking at you like a deer in headlights.

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s a yes, isn’t it?”

Juice swallows. “Uh—” He glances around, as if checking to make sure no one can hear this conversation. “I mean… yeah?”

You grin.

“What kind of games?”

Juice stares at you.

“You’re interested?”

You nod. “Of course! I used to play back home.”

This is it—This is how he dies.

You—You like video games.

And—You’re asking about his nerd shit.

Juice panics.

He’s so used to hiding this part of himself. The club doesn’t really care about it, and he definitely doesn’t bring it up around girls—especially not cute girls.

But you?

You’re looking at him with interest, with curiosity, with that little endearing excitement.

And Juice short-circuits.

“I, uh—” He coughs, hard, trying to play it cool. “I mean, I play, like… shooters. Strategy. A little bit of everything.”

You nod thoughtfully. “Do you play RPGs?”

Juice blinks.

“You know what RPGs are?”

You tilt your head. “Yeah?”

He genuinely doesn’t know how to process this.

“I—uh—” He rubs the back of his head. “Yeah, yeah, I play RPGs.”

You beam. “Nice! I always thought the world-building in those was cool.”

Juice blinks again.

You—You think it’s cool.

Juice is so fucked, his moment of pure, nerdy happiness is immediately shattered.

Because of course it is.

Tig, who had been lurking just out of view, suddenly leans against the office doorway with a shit-eating grin.

“You guys talking about Juice’s secret life?”

Juice’s entire body locks up.

Tig’s smirk widens.

“Oh yeah, he’s a nerd.”

Juice groans.

Tig ignores him, focusing entirely on you. “You know he built his own PC? Like, from scratch. With lights and everything.”

You brighten. “You did?”

Juice sinks into his seat. “Oh my God.”

Tig’s grin is pure evil. “And he’s got a whole gamer setup. Monitors, headset, the whole deal.”

Juice actually wants to die.

You, on the other hand, look even more interested.

“That’s so cool.”

Juice chokes.

Tig winks. “Oh yeah. He’s a real catch, sweetheart. Big, tough biker by day, little gaming nerd by night.”

It’s later in the day, and you’re both back at work, but Juice is still reeling from the earlier conversation.

You know about his gaming, you didn’t laugh at him for it, you didn’t give him shit for it.

You actually looked interested.

It’s messing with him.

And then—

Then you ask a dangerous question.

“So, do you play Tekken?”

Juice stops, his coffee half way to his mouth.

Slowly, he looks at you. “What?”

You tilt your head, all curiosity. “Tekken. You know, the fighting game?”

Juice blinks. “Yeah, I know what it is.”

You smile, pleased. “Good. Because I could totally beat you.”

Juice stares.

You—

You’re challenging him?

At Tekken?

You barely come up to his chest. You look like you’d be more at home in a library than behind a controller—

And you just said you could kick his ass at Tekken.

Juice squints. “You play?”

You shrug. “I used to. Not lately, but I was pretty good.”

Juice crosses his arms, intrigued. “Pretty good, huh?”

You grin. “Very good.”

Juice licks his lips, thinking. “Alright,” he says slowly. “We’ll see about that.”

He wants to accept the challenge immediately.

He wants to see what you’ve got, there’s just one problem.

“I don’t… really have a setup at home,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

You frown, confused. “Why not?”

Juice shifts awkwardly.

Most of the guys have places in town, but Juice?

He lives in the dorms at the clubhouse.

He hesitates, debating how much to say. “I, uh… I don’t really have my own place.”

You blink. “Oh?”

Juice shrugs, trying to play it off. “I live in the clubhouse.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “You live there?”

Juice braces for judgment.

Most people—especially outsiders—would hear that and think it’s weird. A grown man, living at a biker clubhouse? No apartment, no house, just a small-ass dorm room with a bed and a couple of shelves?

Sure it's fine for the croweaters, but not something he expects you to be ok with. He expects you to be put off.

You’re still learning how the club works, but from what you’ve seen, the guys are like family. They’re always together, always in and out of Teller-Morrow or the clubhouse.

So why wouldn’t Juice stay there?

But still—No home of his own?

That… bugs you.

You tilt your head, watching him. “Is that… normal?”

Juice shrugs. “For me, yeah.”

You don’t know why, but that answer makes your chest feel tight. “Does it bother you?” you ask softly.

Juice blinks. “What?”

You shift, glancing down. “I just mean… do you want your own place?”

Juice hesitates.

Because the answer is yes.

But—“It’s just easier this way,” he mutters, shrugging again. “Cheaper. Closer to the guys. It’s just… how it is.”

You nod slowly, but the idea sticks in your head.

Juice deserves his own space.

You don’t know why, but the thought of him holed up in a tiny clubhouse dorm, surrounded by parties, noise, and chaos every night— It doesn’t sit right with you.

And Juice?

He has no idea what’s going through your head, but the way you’re looking at him?

It’s making his stomach do weird things.

After a moment, you brighten.

“Well, you’ve got to have somewhere to play.”

Juice shrugs. “I mean, I got my TV. It’s not a full setup, but it works.”

Your smile widens. “Good. Then you’ve got no excuse. We’re playing.”

Juice laughs, shaking his head. “Alright, alright. But don’t cry when I wipe the floor with you.”

You smirk. “Big talk for someone who doesn’t even have a proper setup.”

Juice gawks at you.

Did—Did you just talk shit?

To him?

About gaming?

He stares at you for a long moment, then grins, slow and wicked.

“Oh, you’re so going down.”

[kituono]

· ୨୧ · · Yandere Hacker hc

W/c : 301

A/N ┊I kinda went crazy bout this, becareful out their folks. This piece of work is used for entertainment purposes and no ones ip is actually being stolen! Also this is not proofread (゜ﾛ゜;ﾉ）ﾉ enjoy dis hc heheueheueu

PAIRING ┊Yan!Hacker x Reader

TW ┊mention of phishing links, cyber hacking, blackmail,

Yandere!Hacker was a recluse individual; he stayed inside his home all day, looking at his screen and watching some random videos, sometimes he'd play video games but he just exploits it to get what he wants. That was when he came across one of your posts and immediately followed you, your personality online was cute to him. Curiosity got the best of him, and he wanted to see what you looked like.

Yan!Hacker set up a phishing link for you in hopes that you'd fall for it, he pretended to be one of your beloved fans and commented on one of your posts, and sent you a link to a website.

“Aww! I love your blog, sm! Your post reminds me of this one cat pic I saw. Https://insert-cat-linkheredon'tclickit. com "

He was baffled on how you just easily fell for it. When you clicked on that link, it exposed your sensitive information to him; Once he takes you for himself, he should really tell you about all the mediocre scams; maybe he'd teach his future kids about it, too.

Yan!Hacker would go so far as to check up on your security footage, he watched as you were bathing and eating. In his eyes, nothing was wrong with what he was doing; he was just checking up on his future partner, he'd secretly just take pictures or video record you doing your normal routines. He kept them in a secret folder for him to just pleasure himself with.

Yan!Hacker uses scummy websites he made to get people so he could get information from them and exploiting peoppe for money in exchange he doesn't share their sensitive info. It was an awful practice, but he did make money off of it. A significantly large amount of money...

Using all the information he had from you, he decided to finally strike. He sent you countless dm's about how he has your information. It was blatant blackmail; if you didn't comply with him, he'd leak your info, and your life would be ruined forever. Any group chats, Dm's, and past deleted photos will be exposed if you didn't love him and him alone.

@kitsuvio

[eponastory]

Watching From the Tower - Part 1 (Bucky/F Reader)

Your code name is Scout and your job was easy. You worked the cyber side of things for the New Avengers. You directed them where to go with your hacking skills, and you are the eyes in the sky. There was just one problem... you don't like leaving the tower. You are not a complete agoraphobe, but you are pretty close. Leaving makes you feel so unsafe and people touching you, that's even worse. So, when James Buchanan Barnes the former 'Winter Soldier' tries to get you out for one mission, things got a little hectic after that.

Part 1: The team gets ready for a mission while you go to war with Bucky about leaving the Tower.

Word Count: ~2.4k words.

Rating: M (Later parts will be marked 18+ for smut, but for now, it's okay.)

Pairings: Bucky/F!Reader (Non-descriptive, No Y/N) Squint for GhostWalker and Boblena (Platonic)

TW: Angst, Depression, mentions of past SA, phobias, Anxiety, MDNI for sexual content in later parts (Will be labeled).

You’re pretty sure you are not really that much of a tech genius compared to the late great Tony Stark with all his fancy programs, but you make do. You’ve got it all under control so when you’re hired to not only be the girl that walks the team through every security measure and hacks into whatever network they need you to bypass on the job, you’re that person. Unfortunately, it comes with the not-so-welcome benefit of working under Valentina’s thumb. 

How you can’t stand her, but you have to do what you have to do in order to pay on your student loans from college when you graduated over ten years ago. It’s not a bad job, but you end up in the crossfire anyway. You don’t know how you ended up here, you just did. Maybe it was fate, but here you are six months after the announcement for the New Avengers and you are working on Alexei's broken phone. 

“It can’t be hard to fix phone.” You stop what you are doing with the soldering tool and look at him as he’s standing over your shoulder. 

You sigh. “Alexei, if you would quit dropping it, this wouldn’t be an issue.” One more drop and it would be over with. No more phone for Alexei. “Go make yourself useful or something and I’ll let you know when it’s done.” 

You’re in your little workshop down below the main hub where the team meets up. You have everything you need here and Val was able to provide everything you asked for on the promise that you had a place to keep it. No one else could get in there to do anything you didn’t approve of and when the Team had to go on missions? You were in the hot seat for comms and getting them home. 

It was definitely a nice change of pace from working for her directly to working under Bucky’s command. That was the deal. You listened to Bucky, and Yelena too, since both of them seemed to be a sort of duo when it comes to giving orders. 

“Okay, okay, I go find John and maybe he will spar with me.” Good riddance. You prefer to work alone. 

“Great, I’ll bring this to you when I’m done.” You roll your eyes as he walks out of your workshop. “I can never catch a break.” The words slip out of your mouth as you go back to soldering the chip back into place on the phone. “One thing after another.” 

Then your phone rings after five minutes of tinkering. Of course it would be him. He probably wants you to look into something or fix the AI that you’ve installed because it’s doing something stupid again. You aren’t Tony Stark so you can’t do everything like him. 

“Yeah?” You put the phone between your ear and shoulder as you continue to work on Alexei’s phone. 

“Be up here in ten. We’ve got a mission.” Bucky’s voice is serious which means your current plight has to be put on hold. 

“Got any specifics?” You set aside your soldering tool before you move to your couch to grab your jacket and head out of the door. 

“Just be here in ten.” 

“I’ll be there in two.” You smirk as he scoffs over the phone and then hangs up. You know how to get on his nerves. 

You make it up to the hub in two minutes exactly going by your watch. You grab your tablet as soon as you get to the Comms desk and you are good to go as Bucky makes his way over to you. Paying attention to him is not on your to do list because you know it annoys him. You swivel around in your chair just as Bob comes around the corner with a milkshake in one hand and a book in the other. 

“Hey, Scout!” Bob is always excited to see you. 

“Hey, Bob.” You give him a little wave and a smile before he continues to his little nook. He likes to listen in on the Comms when missions are going on, and sometimes he’s very helpful. Other times, he’s always doing something to keep his mind occupied. 

You look at your ‘boss’ who’s looking at his own tablet with intensity before he hands it to you with that infamous scowl on his face. “What do you think?” 

“It’s a building in Singapore.” Once again, another mission that has the team travelling outside of US borders for reasons. Bucky isn’t interested in completely following the government on this, but he always ends up strong-arming Val into submission. Yelena is also very good at blackmail. “With some of the most advanced cyber security that country has.” You flip through the files and realize that this is a Chinese operation. “Oh boy. Are we really going after them?” 

“Yeah, they’ve taken some hostages from a bioengineering facility and apparently one of them is the inventor of this.” Bucky runs his finger across the screen to a machine that is capable of blasting cancer cells without harming the patient. 

“Interesting.” You raise an eyebrow at the specs on the instrument. “No radiation needed, just a high powered laser that moves at a tenth of a tenth of a second, but why would the Chinese be interested in that?” 

“I was hoping you can figure that out.” He looks at you with those blue eyes of his and even though you have this very interesting relationship of antagonization and fraternization going on, you cave. 

“Yeah, maybe– but you guys have got to be careful. I don’t think going in uniform would be the best thing. This will definitely be breaking some international laws, especially with– well you know.” 

“I do, and that is why you are coming with us this time.” 

“And leave Bob by himself?” You don’t like leaving Bob by himself. 

“Alexei is staying. It’s just Ava, you, Yelena, John, and me.” 

“And what exactly will I be doing?” You stand up and put your hand on your hip. 

Bucky sighs. “Playing a part.” 

Oh that’s just great. “What part?” 

“They are going to auction off the machine. We need to get our hands on it and also find a way to get the engineer out of their hands too.” There is no way you are going to be able to do this. You are an introvert that can’t even handle going to the grocery store for tampons. You barely like coming out of your workshop to work the missions and you were happy to keep to yourself. 

“Bucky, I haven’t been out of here in three weeks and I am not the type of girl to dress up in public.” 

“And you won’t be.” He reaffirms because he knows you don’t like leaving your rabbit hole. “You can do all of this from the hotel, right?” 

“I can do it from here actually.” It was a blessing to be able to hack into any satellite in Earth’s orbit in order to crack a safe open in a place like Tokyo. You’ve done it before and that is what led to you standing right there with Bucky in front of you. “Bucky, please don’t make me go.” You tilt your head, pleading with your eyes. “Please?” 

“Let Scout stay. This is not the first time she has done this from here.” Yelena says walking in suited up and ready to go. “Besides, she is safer here.” 

“See? I’m safer here.” You see Bucky’s jaw clench when he knows he’s lost against you and Yelena. 

“I say she stays too.” Ava appears out of nowhere like always and you smile at her for having your back. 

“What is this? Women Unite?” You scowl at Walker’s words as he saunters in with his shield still bent in the shape of a taco. “I’m all for team building and all, but this isn’t it.” He scoffs before taking a seat on the couch and acting like he’s the best of the best. You see Bucky shake his head in disbelief. 

“Okay, fine. You win.” The team leader caves and you sigh. “We’ll talk after the briefing.” Bucky holds his hand out for the tablet that belongs to him and you hand it over with a smirk on your face. You’ll rub this victory in later for sure. 

“Thank you, Bucky.” You say as he turns away with this look in his eyes that does something to you. 

You sit down in your chair with a huff as he starts going over the mission and each member’s role in it. As soon as each of the team members were given their objectives, they each came to you for the equipment they needed. Obviously the earpieces that you had built with unlimited range were handed out with each name on the case. They were discreet enough to hide in plain sight while in any situation. You could also communicate individually with any of them with the flick of a switch. 

Bucky is the last one to come to you as everyone walks away to their personal lockers to gear up. You hand him the two most important devices of the operation because without them, you couldn’t do shit from where you were. It all depended on Bucky having them. One was a device that connected him to the satellite. You could hack anything within two miles of him with the Sentinel device and then the other one was for security. 

“Come with me.” He doesn’t explain as he moves to his office on the other end of the room. You follow him like an obedient puppy this time, not really putting up a fight because he gives you that sincere look. 

The moment you two are in there, he closes the door behind you and then moves to his own weapons cabinet to gear up. He wasn’t wearing anything other than the UnderArmor shirt that he normally puts on underneath the woven fiber canvas that he wears over it. But you stand there and watch as he puts it on and then zips it up. That red star on his right arm means something more than it did years ago. 

“Val will probably stop by while we’re gone. Try not to give her too much information on the situation if you can help it.” He then pulls out the chest armor he finds a little cumbersome but at the same time you think he looks pretty good in it. “I have a feeling she wants the machine for herself and we’re getting it for her.” 

“So, basically, find out what she’s really up to.” You cross your arms as he’s strapping his armor to him and then pulling his knives out of the cabinet and arming himself. 

“Pretty much.” He’s placing his side arm in the holster on his thigh along with the knife that goes with it. “Look, I wanted you to come with us because you’ve been up here for weeks, keeping to yourself.” 

“That’s what I do, Bucky.” You can’t help it, you’ve been like this since– well since the Blip. You haven't stepped outside unless you needed to. It wasn’t even the Blip that did this to you. It was something that happened during the Blip and you still haven’t recovered. “I’m safe here.” 

“I know.” His voice goes soft as he moves closer to you. “It took months for you to actually talk to me without being terrified.” 

“Well, you are pretty intimidating.” You shrug and then you flinch when he puts a hand on your arm. You shrug him off because contact is hard for you. “Sorry, I just– I still have some things to work on.” 

He nods with a little guilt in his eyes at having crossed a boundary. “No, I’m sorry.” You weren’t ready. “I– I don’t want you to feel alone.” 

“If there is anything I don’t feel, it’s definitely not alone.” You give Bucky a smile. “All of you come see me at least once a day if we aren’t doing missions or meetings of some sort– but I think you check up on me the most.” 

It’s true, he’s either calling you or knocking on the door to your workshop because you practically live in it. He had Valentina set up the section next door into a small apartment for you so you’d stop sleeping on the couch. You had a bed now at least. You were just happy that you found some sort of belonging with this group of misfits that all had something wrong with them. You matched their crazy and they matched yours. Especially Yelena and Ava, who dragged you into drinking games every chance they could get. 

“I’m okay, Bucky. I really am.” You reach out to touch him this time. You put your hand on his right arm and squeeze it. “I appreciate that you wanted me to go with you guys, but I would just be a liability in the field.” His eyes told you that he knew that, but they also told you that he regretted asking. 

“I don’t know what I was thinking to be honest.” He admits and you smile. 

“Despite your grumpy old man attitude, you wear that heart of yours on your sleeve.” 

“Only for you, Sweetheart.” He doesn’t realize what he said to you until it’s too late, and he doesn’t break the attitude. He clears his throat before he's moving to the door and you’re watching him with warm cheeks and a look of bewilderment on your face. He turns to look at you again with no hint of what happened only moments before and his hand on the doorknob. “You’ll have about eight hours before we land in Singapore so get some rest while you can.” 

And just like that, he’s out of the door. 

You stand at the windows watching as the team loads up on the jet with Bucky at the yolk with Yelena in co-pilot. You had made an update to the autopilot systems last week so if something should happen, you could easily hack in and take full access to flying the jet yourself. Almost like a drone, really. But you watch as Bucky’s eyes turn to you through the windows and then he’s taking off. 

“Well, it is just you, me, and Bob.” Alexei stands next to you with a smile before he’s moving to the couch to sit and watch TV. “Bob! We should watch Judge Judy.” 

[cocained]

crime plots part 3: (part one | part two)

tw: drugs, guns, mention of murder, etc.

two people who are drug dealers, but together! they run a successful business and besides being colleagues, they are also highly in love with each another.

a group plot kinda based on baby driver where a bunch of criminals are brought together for robberies, or anything really, and splitting the money in the end. they all know each other because they worked together before or just met somewhere down the line and they all have different talents and connections (friendships, love, exes or rivals). the team usually changes depending on the job, but the boss think this particular team works well so it becomes a consistent. they work different together on cases, things go wrong and sometimes it goes really well. this can go many ways! hook-ups, break-ups, arguments, saving each other’s lives, almost getting caught, etc!

a world infamous hacker is known for their ways that are impossible to crack. their activities could vary from hacking notorious businesses to darker stuff like having their own cyber criminal organization or working with the most dangerous people in the world. either way no one knows who they truly are, until the hacker gets hacked and receives voice/video calls or even a package or a visit to their house! from there on things could go either way: working together, threatening to expose one another, wanting to learn from one another... bonus: after a while they fall in love but it’s long distance so what they do is they hack into each other’s phones and toy with each others lives bc they have no idea what privacy is and omg imagine the angst!

i’m a gangleader and you’re a rookie trying to prove themselves and i have a soft spot for you because you’re cute, so i help you out. i teach you things and bring you along to places just so i can have your back. and people in the gang start talking shit, but i get highly defensive and if anyone else tries to make a move on you i might lose it. plot twist: i get injured and you’re taking care of me.

we’re both part of a different crime family and to settle the decade old war we are forced to marry each other. but we spent our entire life hating each other because people that we cared got killed because of this war and for years i was under protection so i could never do what i wanted because of you. now muse a is a little bit scared of muse b bc they’re just normal and muse b is a lot more involved in the industry, killed people and god knows what. muse a also had to break up with their previous partner because of the arranged marriage. and let’s be real, this was never meant to last and at some point they’re starting to cheat on each other and that’s when the possessiveness begins and arguments turn into them slowly starting to care about each other.

i’m a stripper/prostitute working for you and honestly i don’t love doing this, but i need the money and it’s the only way to get close to you and i’m honestly breaking my own heart having to see you with other entertainers bc let’s be real, you barely know i exist

i work in the emergency room and you keep coming in with bullet/stab wounds and crazy stories about how you got them and i don’t believe you so i confront you one on one and tell you what i think is really going on here, you’re a criminal aren’t you?

someone close to me got killed and in order to find answers i dive into their world, only to find out they live a double life full of crime. no one knows i’m going undercover as an innocent rookie and i try to get close to the people involved to get answers. of course, i meet a love interest that either i get along with from the start and helps me with adjusting into this new life or it’s like an enemies to lovers sorta thing. only to realize after a while that it’s too late to go back to normal and now i’m the one that’s living the double life and as though that’s not enough, the answers i’ve been looking for are not what i expected them to be...

muse a is a detective in a murder investigation, they always give it their all, but this time they’re told to do so by all means necessary. a murder of someone ‘important’ or maybe an expected serial killer! muse b is an inmate charged with murder and they’re highly intelligent, very cooperative and their murder is just very similar to the one that just occurred. hence the reason muse b is asked to become the criminal consultant for a reduced sentence, helping muse a with their investigation because who can think like a criminal better than a criminal? optional: muse b is sending help from the outside world to help with the investigation there too (and protect the detective!)

i’m rich as shit and when they say you don’t become this rich by being an good person — they’re right. a lot of it is drug money (or something else?) and it’s a secret i’m planning on bringing to my grave until one day my house keeper/pool boy/gardener/??? overhears one of my phone calls and instead of them taking the hush money to keep this between us, they want to go on a date.

[spacedreamhead]

- credits to this talented person who wasn’t linked on this image (source: pinterest)

bnha x fem. reader

tw: 16+, violence, hacking, age-up characters, mention of blood, slow burn, enemies to lovers trope, strong language

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𝔼𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝

Ch. 1

Your fingers type fast on the keyboard, coding a virus into the international hero commission computer system.

Your plan didn’t go as planned; the firewall of the international system was more complex that any other computer system that you previously hacked.

However, you always have a backup plan.

Beforehand, you create unprotected paths in network systems to gain access through this complex framework. It’s important to mention here that patience is key because you waited weeks, no months for someone who falls into that stupid little trap.

And of course that someone was a dense newbie; are they not undergo special cyber attack courses and learn how so-called Trojans work?

Pff … better for you.

Nevertheless, your thoughts are interrupted by some ringing noises in your right earplug and you look on your security system, checking if someone approaches the dating server rooms. Indeed, someone - a security guardian goes past the room, inspecting just the empty, dark hall.

A self-pleased grin forms on your lips, leaning back in your self-designed chair which be made of old, mouldered cardboards.

„Just a few more hours and you‘ll be out of here“, you quietly mumble, missing the feeling to peacefully sleep on your own bad in your own apartment. „Just a few more hours“, you slowly repeat yourself, closing your eyes for a few seconds to rest your genius mind. You doze off, not noticing the painful loud ringing tone in your earplug and you just shrug it off as a annoying, nasty bug. Though, you hear some voices; some irritating, blustering voices followed by noisy screeching.

„So now we’re looking for a fucking data gap in the system?“

Your bloodshot eyes tear open, hearing every word that is said. Immediately, you shut down your laptop, kicking the cardboards aside and scurry off to the ventiduct. You tap against your visor, visualising the blueprints of the building and resume your escape route. In the meantime, the strangers continue their way to the dating server rooms - to the fucking dating server rooms in which you forgot your delicious cheese-ham sandwich.

„Oh my fucking god“, you rub your nerve-strained temples, „how stupid can I be?“

You quickly crawl along the air shaft because it’s only a matter of time before you are exposed. And indeed, there is a great outcry when the security guard and the strangers see some cardboards frantically thrown aside with a neatly wrapped cheese-ham sandwich beside.

„Oh god, there was somebody in here?!“

„How fucking dense are these security guards? Did you not check the dating server rooms when there’s a data gap in your system?!“

You hold back your nasty laugher, wrinkling your nose because of all the dust in the ventiduct.

„Kacchan, be respectful to the guard!“

„But I‘m fucking telling the truth!“, he nags, „and don’t call me with that disgusting nickname, nerd!“

You pause in surprise because the strangers seem treacherously familiar to you. You zoom in the video, adjusting the pixelated image and look astonished.

Are these strangers the two best heroes of Japan!?

„Shitshitshit“, you murmur in panic, „why are these two fuckers here?!“

„Todoroki, stay outside and secure the area. We have a security housebraking.“

The third best hero too!?, you think bitterly, heaving yourself out of the air shaft and in the next moment you breathe the cool night air into your burning lungs. You have to hurry up, so you won’t be caught — it’s not hard to guess who tried to hack into the international computer system.

„Can I see your security footage?“

„Of course, Deku-san. Please, follow me.“

„Kacchan, stay here. Maybe they will come back to“, his eyes fall onto the neatly wrapped sandwich, „secure their belongings.“

„Don’t order me around, neet! I’ll find out where this dipshit ran off to“, he angrily huffs at his childhood friend and they nod to each other before the green-haired man follows the security guard to the footage room.

Meanwhile, you monitor their exchange and dash into a side street; away from these three hero’s. By then, Midoriya Izuku examines the security footage, analysing all unusual occurrences and instantly stops at one point.

„Why do the lights flicker?“

The security guard presses his lips together, not noticing the dark gaze of the infamous number one hero.

„Repeat the video“, he points at a barely recognisable silhouette, „there he is. This is our burglar.“

He thoughtfully tilts his head, trying to recognise the stranger before an idea flashes his mind.

„Do you remember the incident three years ago when a small piece of the government database became public?“

„And the hacker created his own firewall which has only been partially cracked to this day“, Todoroki asks calmly to make sure they mean the same figure, „yes, why?“

„I think that’s the same person.“

The sudden silence lies heavily between the three hero’s before Bakugou cuts it.

„Found it!“

He moves some server cabinets aside as he sees a disheveled cover panel of an air shaft.

„Where does the ventilation duct go?“

„Which one?“

„The one in the right corner.“

Midoriya looks expectantly to the security guard which replies instantly and the three hero’s move on the spot.

Your heart sinks immediately, hearing loud explosions from the direction you just came from.

„Shitshitshit“, you sprint across an empty street, not looking back because they are hot on your heels. Nonetheless, a detonation erupts beside you and it scares the shit out of you.

„Found you, fucker!“

A quiet screech leaves your lips as you light-footed dodge his attack before the infamous three superheroes stand a few meters away from you.

“You're surrounded, villain!”

A honey-sweet grin creeps onto your facial features, flashing out your pointed canines to intimidate them; or perhaps to reassure yourself that you’re not scared at all — no, not against the freaking three best superheroes of Japan. Instead of being scared, your eyes would sparkle with malicious euphoria if they were not covered by your midnight black visor. You playfully raise your hands upwards, gazing to the professionell hero’s who gather in front of you as a small group.

“Why are we waiting so damn long?”

“Kacchan, we are not allowed to-“

“How often should I tell you to address me properly with my code name during work?!”

The two heroes engage in a heated discussion, forgetting the most wanted villain who is in front of them.

“Midoriya! Bakugou! Stop arguing and concentrate!”, Todoroki interrupts the two quarrels, “he's running off!”

His words make you move, shifting a few gears higher to scurry off. You dodge the incoming attacks from the hero’s, turning into a dark side street. Your lunges burn from the intense race as you promptly inhale the cool air into them before an explosion surprises you from the left side. You stop, wiping away the dirt from the lower half of your face.

„Damn you, freak!“

It crackles loudly on his hands before you hear another detonation. Your vision goes white and on your left cheekbone blooms an incomprehensible pain. It rings in your ears, not noticing how glass splinters drill into your soft skin.

„Oh?“

His ruby-red earths glimmer dangerously.

„You‘re a woman?“

You refrain from making a sarcastic joke, just rolling your eyes and take off your broken visor. You click your tongue, lifting proudly your head and your eyes — your beautiful, pretty eyes shimmer like shining stars at night to him as you raise your right hand in his direction. Unmistakable, white lightnings flashes above your acra, tingling your sudden porcelaneous skin.

His eyes dilate when a bright light envelops you both and impairs his vision; a violent eruption sounds and the floor vibrates under your feet as you use your quirk. A huge torrent of fire, accrued by potential energy, rises on the walls of a house, signalling exactly where you are. Frantically, you keep sprinting and ignore the biting pain in your left cheek before you notice the other rummering steps behind you.

„Todoroki, use your ice and freeze her!“

The addressed hero acts quickly but does not expect his ice to be enveloped in a white light and to be absorbed. In amastement, he stops in his movement, looking closely at you. Midoriya also looks at you in surprise but quickly grasps the situation after a few seconds.

“We don't want to hurt you!”, he immediately calls to you while you furrow your forehead irritated. “We would like to suggest an offer to you!”, he continues to talk when he realises that you are listening to him.

However, you annoyingly roll your eyes and a mean comment lingers on your tongue as you shake your head, extending your hand in their direction. Though, something or rather someone roars loudly, lunging to your figure. Bakugou grabs you from behind, twisting your one and then your other arm as you scream in pain. Tears form in the corners of your eyes, not noticing how hard you bite your lower lip to prevent you from crying when the infamous second hero overpowered you.

“Nah, nah, nah … not so fast, extra.”

You gasp painfully, hearing a treacherous crack in your arm bone. Big, fat tears roll down your blood-smeared cheekbones and a broken sob leaves your sore bitten, puffy lips. The superhero above you put some special handcuffs on your wrists, jolting them to secure their tenacity. These special handcuffs prevent the use of your superpowers and therefore, they significantly slow down your healing process. He easily lifts your up, grabbing your jaw and moves your view onto the other two heroines.

”Kac- uh Dynamite, that wasn’t really necessary”, says the green-haired man calmly, “she is hardly conscious now.” Breathing heavily, an ignorant, disgusted expression forms on your facial features as your bloodshot eyes burn holes onto the body of the symbol of peace.

“When I get out of here”, it’s the first time they hear your voice which resembles so much temerity and venom, “I'll kill you.”

“Oh, really?”

Bakugou painfully squeezes your cheekbones together, eliciting a painful moan from you.

“You’re the first one who dies.”

His deep, dangerous growl vibrates through your petite body and his grip hardens more around your form. Goosebumps creep up your back as you flinch under his firm grip before he snatches your hair, hoisting your head to his furious face.

“Then I'm curious to see how you want to kill me, darling.”

His last word is full of venom as he hits hard your pretty head as you fold like a collapsible mattress in his big hands. His thoughts acted before his mind, altering his previous trains of thoughts and he stares at you for a moment.

“She’s a pain in the ass”, he mumbles as he sees the horrific gaze from Midoriya who stumbles to his side. “It would’ve been better if she was awake”, he rants, shaking his head before he’s calling somebody on his phone, explaining the current situation that they have found the incredible, unbefuckinglievable and perhaps hacker of this incident three years ago.

[acefms]

if you’re hearing SEVEN DEVILS by FLORENCE + THE MACHINE playing, you have to know HENRIK OLSSON (HE/HIM; CIS MALE) is near by! the 32 year old CYBER SECURITY ANALYST/HACKER has been in denver for, like, 8 YEARS. they’re known to be quite CYNICAL, but being ASTUTE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble BILL SKARSGARD. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those DESTRUCTION AT THE CLICK OF A BUTTON, AVOIDING FAMILY REUNIONS, HALF HEAVEN HALF HELL, POLISHED APPEARANCE CHAOTIC MIND vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RINO DISTRICT long enough!

NAME: henrik andres olsson AGE: thirty-two BIRTHDAY: february 2nd ZODIAC: aquarius OCCUPATION: cyber security analyst / hacker BIRTHPLACE: gothenburg, sweden. moved to the usa aged eleven. SEXUALITY: pansexual, panromantic SPOKEN LANGUAGES: fluent in swedish, english, spanish, french & mandarin POSITIVES: intellectual, adaptable, productive, confident, observant NEGATIVES: unpredictable, vengeful, aloof, calculated

background story.

tw: infidelity, emotional abuse/gaslighting, blackmail, hacking, drug use.

henrik was born and raised in in gothenburg, sweden. this time of his life was extremely happy, his relationship with his family the best it had ever been. they came from old money, every desire met within an instant. when henrik turned eleven he’d be told they were moving to New York City, where his father planned to expand the families well established pharmaceutical empire. it was after this move that his family's reality began to become clearer to a teenage boy in a new country.

he’d always assumed his parents to have a great marriage, but slowly more and more proof of infidelity began to arise from his fathers side of things, and with it came gaslighting and manipulation at his mothers expense. seeing this, resentment began to stir within a son who had once looked up to the head of his family and he began to act out of line.

things quickly became strained, the son who once fell in line now challenging everything. it was at this point henrik was shipped off to a fancy school far out of the way. he excelled in school, always the top of his class. while he held a certain level of popularity, his peers always seemed a little wary. always the observer, henrik always seemed to have something on everyone, and he'd been proven to be rather ruthless when pissed off, a trait unfortunately passed down from his father. it was during these years he began to dabble in hacking, harmless at first. he'd hack into the schools system, gaining access to test questions and answers which he'd then sell on to make a small profit. it was a small thrill, but it began the ascension into something deeper.

after high school henrik would go on to study at stanford, throwing himself fully into his education, graduating with honours. his communication with his family was very little at this point, but the point of no return would come when he finally went back home. he'd come to learn he had a younger, half-sibling that had been hidden for years, his fathers infidelity worse than ever before and his mother a shell of the person she used to be.

vengeful, henrik would use his skills to dig deeper into his fathers past, and the family that came before, uncovering years of corruption and deep-rooted decit that could ruin their stellar reputation. he'd go on to expose all of their secrets, a revelation that he was the one to do it making for an explosive family dinner he'd never forget ( though it was perhaps the most exhilarating time of his life ) . disowned by them all, he began to build a life for himself, leaving for denver. henrik would go on to start his own company, specializing in cyber security. he'd also come to be quite the ally to people with things they were desperate to uncover, or hide. for the right price, or cause, or purely out of boredom, henrik found himself in a world often questionable.

headcannons.

is the neatest person you will ever meet. he cannot stand mess in the slightest. every corner of his bedsheet is finely tucked in, every crumb swept up in an instant. a stark contrast to the mess inside of his mind.

will go on week-long benders and then suddenly remember that he can't stand most people and become recluse again for at least a month. he likes his own company.

it's often difficult to tell if he's joking or being serious, but most of the time he is actually joking. he has a rather dry, dark sense of humour.

is morally grey af. even he doesn't know which side he'll be on from one day to the next. he gets bored easily and desires thrill.

will insist he's not a relationship person yet has been in multiple, and still isn't sure how any of them happen.

can be charming when he wants to be but is a real fucking asshole when pissed off. he's working on it, but... it's not working.

more tba.

taken connections.

high school ex -- dov shapiro

former rival turned lover turned ex -- carleigha ortiz

desired connections.

sibling -- one younger brother, open to plotting out any dynamic. henrik definitely made things difficult for his family and tarnished their once untouched name.

fathers love child -- any gender, younger. henrik wouldn't have had much to do with them growing up as he was unaware of their existence.

a more current ex -- up for plotting. broken up for a year or so.

clients -- legitimate and illegitimate. he is good at what he does, and takes his legitimate business very seriously. this is one of the main things i want for him please ! keep a former rich boy in work i beg.

i detest you yet you keep ending up in my bed -- self explanatory, up for plotting.

unlikely friends, people who dislike him ( i imagine there is plenty ), people he has wronged, anything, anything, anything.

[xallmywolvesx]

if you’re hearing Waves by Dean Lewis playing, you have to know CARELIGHA ORTIZ (she/her; ciswoman) is near by! the THIRTY THREE year old librarian/IT Consultant has been in denver for, like, THIRTY ONE YEARS. they’re known to be quite ESCAPIST, but being COMPASSIONATE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble AIMEE CARRERO. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those FLORAL DRESSES AND CONVERSE, BOOKS READ IN A COZY CHAIR, COOKIE TINS WITH A SMILE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the MONTEBELLO DISTRICT long enough!

TW: death, health issues, heart issues

Carleigha was born premature, the trauma of the birth taking her mother and causing her grief stricken father to leave. She was taken in by her aunt and uncle and along with their son they made her right at home in their family. Unfortunately that’s not where her health troubles ended. Diagnosed with a Congenital Heart Defect and a dodgy immune system, Carly spent much of her youth in and out of the hospital.

Growing up she was rather sheltered, sometimes having to spend her time on the Children’s ward. Her one solace and escape were books and code. Nudged by her parents she fell in love with all types of books, but mostly murder mysteries. In her free time, she found an affinity for code, and even picked up a few hacking skills. Though the families don’t know, many of her hacks growing up were to pay for the medical bills of those on the ward like herself.  

After open heart surgery fixed her damaged heart, Carly found herself experiencing the world. Following High School she went travelling, first visiting family in Puerto Rico and Dominican Republic before moving on to other parts of the world. She found her hacking skills served to supplement her income, though that’s a part of her life you’ll rarely hear her talk about. 

Eventually she made her way back to Denver and seeking something familiar she went to school for library sciences (minoring in IT) and soon became a librarian, holding story time for the kids and murder mystery nights for the adults. She’s all smiles and sunshine for the most part, prone to provide her friends and patrons with cookies and other baked goods but she hasn’t quite left that White Hat hacker persona behind. 

Though she spends most of her time working at the library, her ole mentor did talk her into working as a consultant for his Cyber Security company. It gives her the thrill of testing out firewalls in a more legal way.

Two years ago, she collapsed at work after weeks of ignoring symptoms she didn’t want to be back. Her heart troubles had resurfaced. Though medication has kept her stable, surgery seems to be in her near future.

Connection Ideas

Hacker/IT Competition

Someone she’s previously hacked

Childhood friends/enemies

Rivals

Current Friends

Flings/FWB

Coworkers

[elationeffect]

When I was reading your ohshc penpal headcanons (which were great btw), I thought it'd be funny that after Kaoru gave the person the phone charm, they didn't put it on their phone because the new phone models don't have a place for the phone charm. But Kaoru is just there worrying what he did wrong.

LOL I was actually thinking that as I wrote it. I think it attaches to a phone case or a metal loop you can attach to the back of your phone? I'm not sure completely, but let's take your idea and run with it!

cw: manipulation, cyber hacking (?)

— Imagine that you're trying to figure out how to put the charm on your phone and suddenly it dawns on you. "Sorry Kaoru-kun! I don't think your gift is going to work with my phone."

— He's distraught but for only a moment before he laughs casually at the situation. "Ah, that won't do y/n!! Let me buy you a one."

— You decline of course, a phone is expensive after all and it would be wasteful to simply discard yours because a charm of all things won't work with it.

— But uh oh !! Later in the day when you and Kaoru are about to take a selfie together on bridge near a river, a stranger bumps into your shoulder and your lose your grip. Your phone flies out of your hand and tumbles into the water below.

— You had wanted Kaoru be the one to take the photo, since he has longer arms, but he told you it  was adorable seeing you struggle to get both of your faces into view.

— Kaoru of course, being the nice person he is, offers to pay for a replacement phone and despite you not wanting him to, he insists.

— You get your new phone within an hour of breaking your old one. Your new version comes with a place to attach your charm to it of course. You're so grateful to have met Kaoru, no one has ever cared for you so much before.

— FUN FACTS (that you may or may not have guessed already)

The charm not working was actually a blessing in disguise !! He was just going to track your location with his gift, but you have given him an idea that he can’t get out of his head. 

It was no coincidence that he wanted to a photo exactly where you both stopped (near a phone store that he had called two hours in advance) , and it wasn’t because he was playfully teasing you that he insisted on you holding your phone (arms stretched out, your grip couldn’t have been that stable in the first place).

But now he has access to your phone contacts, your photos, and your camera. Most importantly, all of your old data is gone and he can control your virtual life.

How he did this in such a short period of time . . . well money has a way of making the world turn, and promising a few hopeful fashion designers with the chance to work with the  Hitachiin brand. He’s not the most tech savy person out there, but Kaoru is nothing but dedicated to the one he loves.

[moodyvoid]

Nothing quite wakes you up like fraudulent charges to your bank account 🥰💖✨

[meihouwangslittlecumslut]

Thinkin about...... mechdrake eyes

[youryanderedaddy]

I had a dream just now that might make a good story. So, I had a virus on my laptop which allowed a hacker to see everything I did on my computer and use my webcam. The hacker ends up falling in love with me after stalking me for a few months and pays for someone on the dark web to kidnap me. It works, and then I wake up tied up in the hacker's arm as he caresses and kisses me. That's pretty much it, good night! 🌙

Yo this is my kink 😳

Also I couldn't not write this for Saeran, ok.

Title: Stranger danger

Tw: nsfw - ish, female reader, masturbation, cyber stalking, hacking, mentions of dark web, very irresponsible online behavior, obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping

You knew that this was a stupid idea. Lurking on the dark web with almost no protection other than the Tor browser and some free anti-virus program wasn't your best decision, but fuck it if it wasn't entertaining. You had always been drawn to the darker, scarier part of the human mind and this side of the internet proved quite interesting. Your friends always warned you about the dangers that came with looking up shady online searches and sites but everything had been quite peaceful so far. There weren't hackers or murderers on the dark web, the worst you had seen were people selling drugs and weapons for unreasonable prices, along with some questionable fetish porn and the typical popping ads.

Your favorite thing to do while online was chatting. Two weeks ago you had stumbled upon an unusual forum called "Scream buddies" where upon entering you were automatically connected to another random profile. The whole theme of the forum was discussing horror and mondo movies, shockumentaries and overall creepy stuff, your forte. The person you met on there shared a similar fascination with all things dark and gory which soon made talking to them the only thing you were looking forward upon opening the site.

You didn't know much about the guy behind the profile yet, except that he was a young man. His icon showed an eye so green it emited with the neon pigment and his username was just as mysterious - BlueRose7. You enjoyed chatting with him about your hobby but the thing you liked the most was undressing him little by little, metaphorically so, by getting pieces of information about his life. It started small - his favorite food, favorite book, favorite game, but the moment you tried digging deeper and asked whether he had siblings or not, the man simply disappeared for the next few days. You quickly realized just what type of topics you needed to avoid to keep your new friend from leaving. Family, childhood memories and work matters were out of the picture.

The stranger wasn't fair, not really. He didn't show you vulnerability and kept his secrecy while demanding to know everything there was to know about you. For the longest time you didn't want to answer just to stay on a equal footing, just to show him how frustrating it was, but there was something about the man that drew you in. He was magnetic, clever and witty, if a bit pessimistic and dark at times. You couldn't help telling him everything he wanted to hear - what your job was, whether you were single or not, all that jazz. In your defense, BlueRose7 actually listened to your stories, took your problems seriously and provided solutions, which despite being too extreme and overprotective at times (upon hearing that your bestfriend talked behind your back he offered to "take care" of her), were comforting. It was nice to have someone caring around even if you met him on a sketchy website.

Meanwhile your personal life wasn't going too great. You had to balance between attending college, working long shifts as a waitress and meeting your friends from time to time which was draining. On top of all there was a weird virus on your computer which resulted in the camera turning on and off and the most random times of the day - while you were studying, watching TV, or in some cases, fully naked and ready to take a bath. You didn't think much of it though, with all the illegal movies and games you downloaded along with the dark web lurking it was more than expected for your laptop to behave weirdly. You didn't even mention it to your friend from the IT major because you knew that he'd force you to delete Tor and put an end to your internet adventures.

One time you were particularly bored after several long lectures and you were laying in bed, the camera turned on once again. It was a hot afternoon and you were wearing boyshorts and a loose T- shirt with nothing underneath it, you were home alone so there was no need. The bright red spot was twinking like a recorder, the light reflecting in your eyes, when a silly little idea came to your mind. You slid your hand under your blouse and lifted the fabric up, exposing your breasts to the laptop, your nipples hardening due to the sudden coldness, becoming pink and stiff in seconds. You played with for a few minutes, pinching and pulling the buds gently, moaning softly into the pleasant sensation. Soon you could feel yourself getting wet, and slowly, teasingly, removed your shorts and panties. You smiled at the camera, biting your lip provocatively, imagining you were a camgirl performing for her desperate little fanboys and fangirls. The thought alone was enough to make you spread your legs wide and slip two fingers into your throbbing cunt, using the wetness to push deeper. You used your other hand to stroke your clit and whimpered wantonly, your face red, your neck sweaty and your heart pumping fast from the adrenaline. You were quickly reaching your orgasm and your mind wondered to the boy you were talking to in the forum. You wondered how he looked like, how his body was built, whether he was a sweet sensual lover or a rough mean one. Fucked up as it was, you pictured the man as one of your most loyal viewers, watching all of your streams with a fist around his thick vock and an excited grin on his face. He would comment things like "you look so beautiful like this" or perhaps even "pretty little slut" after tipping you enough to last you a week. Soon all the mental stimulation sent you over the edge and you came with a loud cry full of pleasure. Well, this felt good.

After your "performance" was over the camera was magically turned off, which may have caused some concerns if you weren't too busy feeling embarrassed and dirty about the unhinged fantasy you had just had, and with a person you knew nothing about. You managed to calm down though - it wasn't nothing more than a fun pastime, a naughty thought that would never become the reality. You would never actually meet BlueRose7, right? There was nothing to worry about, so you just went on with your day.

You had some dinner afterwards and decided to have an early night as you already felt full and tired. You put on your favoruite pajamas and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling until you fell into deep dreamless sleep.

You woke up due to a weird noise. You could hear someone's heavy breathing right next to your ear, someone's grabby hands were wrapped tightly against your body, trapping you between the wall and their hard chest. You had only a few seconds to scream before the intruder's palm covered your mouth.

"Shhh." The man whispered softly and stroked your hair like you were a doll he was playing with. "Don't scream or I'll be forced to hurt you, flower. I have a gun." His voice sounded deep and rough but this didn't stop you from thrashing and turning on your side until you came face to face with the man. It was dark in the room and you couldn't exactly see all his features but his enchanting green eyes would forever be burned into your memory - they seemed dashing, hypnotizing. You couldn't utter a word.

"It's me, the person you've been talking to all these months. I came to take you home" He spoke out suddenly, the line of his mouth twisting into a smile or a smirk, you couldn't quite tell. You shook your head no, tears threatening to spill all over your cheeks from the fear. It couldn't be him, the man would never do that to you. Or would he? With what little information you knew, you couldn't really tell. His hold finally loosen, seeing you quiet like that.

"Let me go, please." You begged, pushing at his shoulders weakly since you were still sleepy, groggy and tired. "I don't know you." You said, hoping this would remind the stranger you weren't friends, lovers or anything that gave him the right to be so close to you, to touch you so intimately. Unfortunately, this only seemed to amuse him and he chucked darkly as he pulled your hair away to place a small chaste kiss on your neck.

"But I know you, flower." Your supposed online friend replied shortly after, his eyes full of malice. "And your little show today makes me think you want to know me too." He added in a low tone, licking his lips before smashing them on yours, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth just to hear your whines and protests. Then it hit you. The camera, the virus, the questions. He had watched you, he knew where you worked, where you lived and studied, everything. You had told him after all.

The hacker thought you looked so adorable right now, figuring things out, helpless, confused, regretful and most of all, weak. You were so weak and careless, and he loved you for it. It reminded him of himself before life screwed him over.

You wouldn't be in this position, underneath him, if you had just told someone about your laptop virus and the bad guy you had encountered online. But Saeran couldn't say he wasn't glad your self-preservation instincts were so very broken and dysfunctional. He wouldn't meet you otherwise. "I need you, princess. That's why I'll take you to Paradise." These were the final words you heard before you felt lightheaded and sleepy again, your last memory a pair of green mint eyes.

You really shouldn't have trusted strangers on the internet.

[pronounsrus]

👋 do you think I could get The Matrix themed pronouns or maybe more specifically headcanons for Neo? (thanks btw!) -🪐

I Havent seen the matrix so i dont know Neo well enough to make any headcanons but i can do a matrix theme!

TW: P*ll and S*mulation mentions. (i,i)

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A/I/AIs/AI's/AIself

Agent/Agent/Agents/Agent's/Agentself

Blue/Blue/Blues/Blue's/Blueself

Blue/Pill/Blue pills/Blue pill's/Blue pillself/Pillself

Bit/Bit/Bits/Bit's/Bitself

Byte/Byte/Bytes/Byte's/Byteself

Binary/Code/Binary codes/Binary code's/Binary codeself/Binaryself

Cy/Ber/Cybers/Cybers/Cyber's/Cyberself

Code/Code/Codes/Code's/Codeself

City/City/Cities/City's/Cityself

Free/Free/Frees/Free's/Freeself

Fly/Flight/Flights/Flight's/Flightself

Hack/Hack/Hacks/Hack's/Hackself

Hack/Hacker/Hackers/Hacker's/Hackerself

Matrix/Matrix/Matrixes/Matrix's/Matrixself

Mind/Mind/Minds/Mind's/Mindself

Neo/Neo/Neos/Neo's/Neoself

One/One/Ones/One's/Oneself

Red/Red/Reds/Red's/Redself

Red/Pill/Red pills/Red pill's/Red pillself/Pillself

Ro/Bot/Robots/Robot's/Robotself

Real/Reality/Realities/Reality's/Realityself

Sim/Sim/Sims/Sim's/Simself

Sim/Simulation/Simulations/Simulation's/Simulationself

Sci/Fi/Sci-fis/Sci-fi's/Sci-fiself

0/1/01s/01's/01self

🔵/🔵/🔵s/🔵's/🔵self

🔴/🔴/🔴s/🔴's/🔴self

💊/💊/💊s/💊's/💊self

👨‍💻/👨‍💻/👨‍💻s/👨‍💻's/👨‍💻self

👩‍💻/👩‍💻/👩‍💻s/👩‍💻's/👩‍💻self

🕴/🕴/🕴s/🕴's/🕴self

🤖/🤖/🤖s/🤖's/🤖self

🧠/🧠/🧠s/🧠's/🧠self

💻/💻/💻s/💻's/💻self

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

I just need to talk though if you have some ideas I'll take them.

TW stalking, hacking

So a few weeks ago I got an emails were someone wrote "Your password for this email account is XXX and it is not very safe." and they wanted money. I just ignored it, changed all passwords on important sites and went on. Since yesterday I keep getting emails from sites that someone tried to log in with my email from an unusual place or that I have been blocked bc they felt that weird shit happens. And I get anxious bc although these sites aren't important they are still linked to more important sites, accounts etc And it is still linked to a lot of person information (like my diary) that will bring me in hella trouble if my family finds out. That email account was my "everything that needs an email but I don't want their adds on my main account gets this address" since I was in elementary school. Like it is everywhere (and I did a lazy job with my passwords). But I can't just delete that email account bc my smartphone runs on it as well as my computer and I am afraid I won't be able to use them afterwards.

I have been stalked twice in my life (one time when I was a little child) (but they were strangers so it's no one of them this time) and I feel super anxious all the time now. When I walk around in my appartment I expect someone to be behind every corner. That hard that I am really surprised if there's no-one.

It really affects me and I can't stop thinking about (especially when there all every few hours new emails that I have been blocked somewhere)...

Hello anon, I’m sorry this situation you’re in is causing you distress and anxiety. You are valid as are your emotions regarding the invasion of privacy you are experiencing, which is a terrible thing to happen to anyone.

While I do not know much about cyber safety, I’d suggest removing the links that directs to important accounts/info (especially your diary) from the sites the hacker might have access to via your email, approaching a cyber safety professional regarding your situation will help you sort this out efficiently and quickly.

Your anxiety regarding this is valid but to reduce it as much as possible and reassure yourself I’d suggest blocking all means through which this hacker can access your information. Since your phone and computer runs on this email I’d strongly suggest completely changing the email address used in both your computer and phone to protect yourself from any major breach of privacy, this might be a very tedious process but it will protect you from serious harm (like the hacker being able to access your phone’s location via the phone’s email id in cases of apple ios or being able to access secure financial information saved in your mobile during online transactions).

Here is a link to a previous ask that dealt with cyber safety and guarding your privacy, I hope the tips in this ask help you.

-Mod Srishti and links provided by Mod Henrie.

[brandyspringsluxury]

The Staff of Brandy Springs Suites

Welcome to Brandy Springs Suites- a luxury apartment complex filled with clean, cared for facilities and on location gym, spa, emergency laundromat, and even a recreation room. It was once a hotel, but bought and modified by the current owner it is now peak luxury living. It’s a place that values consistency, kindness, and loyalty. The owner, a very mysterious man known only by Mr. Carter, was already very wealthy, so money is not something he prioritizes solely. In fact, he values loyalty more than income and if you prove to be a loyal and kind person, you may find certain perks and advantages. So, I hope you enjoy your stay and remain here for a long, long time. Nevermind all the tenants who seem to always have ulterior, hidden motives or the ever revolving spa and cleaning staff. Oh, and if you’re looking over things, please do try to ignore the first floor after midnight- and if you go down it’s in your best interest to feign ignorance to whatever noises you hear or things you see. And if you ever- EVER- manage to meet Mr. Carter make sure you are on your best behavior and prove your worth, or you may not leave the complex alive. 

TW: mentions of sex trafficking, kidnapping, murder, drugging, torture 

The Owner - Mr. Carter

55 - 6’1” - 188 lbs || Caucasian || he/him || lives separate || Weinstein Wannabe

Evil, awful man. Sells victims in the basement of the apartment complex, sex trafficker and if a tenant can’t pay and their intensive “background check” indicates the tenant is not someone that may be missed that tenant will be sold. That being said, if a tenant shows worthwhile attributes that could bring the Owner more money (ie bringing victims, more tenants, or generally having skills the Owner can exploit, etc) then the Ownery may be able to help the tenants with their own, perhaps nefarious, deeds (ie kidnapping/killing someone for them, bribing the police, etc). That being said, only the staff know what he looks like and have a direct line of communication with him. All tenants speak to staff, unless they are unlucky enough to have bumped into him or to have been a direction for his ire. He has no empathy and doesn’t attempt to pretend he does. He’s a cold, cruel man and he makes it known to everyone he interacts with. 

Emergency room in complex is Room 002

The  Front Desk -  Ronaldo Cortez

28 - 5’9” - 196 lbs || Latinx || they/them || lives separate || Golden Retriever Friend

Raised hyper christian american; couldn’t speak at the table or if they weren’t spoken to, couldn’t make or visit friends outside of the church, etc. Because of that they are fantastic at masking or playing characters and very much embodies the charisma of the golden retriever friend, but has an aggressive and vicious side hidden. Doesn’t let the tenants know much about them, but does blind side them with occasional double-sided comments. Great at picking up information on the tenants or on potential tenants from the position of Front Desk. Very beneficial for the Owner. The Owner places a lot of trust in them and how they vet tenants and workers-- essentially the Owner’s right hand person and second in command. Much smarter than they seem and is quite intuitive. Struggles to back their intuition so they get along very well with Lily-- the very person who can dig up the evidence to back their intuition. The pair are largely unstoppable. Their intuition is never wrong and Lily can find literally anything if they motivated her enough. Has never personally done anything illegal (hands on) but has facilitated and encouraged it enough. Essentially, the plan B of the operation should it fail. Cannot legally be prosecuted for any crimes and thus can help anyone who falls  into legal trouble get the best help to get away with whatever crimes committed. 

In case of emergency has access to Room 003.

The Head of Security - Lily-Anne 

23 - 5’4” - 180 lbs || Russian American | she/her || Room 005 || Greasy, Lazy Genius 

  Doesn’t look it but can pick anyone up and throw them like they’re nothing. Learned to deadlift and hack to prove the boys in her high school classes wrong. Mastered biology freshman year and went on to throw herself into the STEM programs. Won lots of scholarships but never went to secondary school. Can find anything about anyone. Normally quite apathetic but you don’t want to trigger stronger emotions- obsessive to either degree. She’ll either kidnap you as hers (and literally love you to death) or she’ll just kill you in her anger and hatred of you. Wants to push those around her to the brink, control them to the point that they’d do anything- kill or die for her. Heavily sapphic but not exclusionary and likes who she likes. Has few friends, most online, but Ronaldo is one she begrudgingly admits to befriending. The Owner knows a lot of Lily-Anne, but she knows little of him. She mostly digs up the dirt for Ronaldo, in return for a toy to play with and some cash, but she also largely protects the complex more heavily than traditional security including cyber security and bribing/hacking the police. This makes her a very valuable asset and the Owner has a soft spot for her, throwing her a toy to play with out of the blue occasionally if one fits her preferences that the Owner can tell. 

The Gym Trainer - Rocky

25 - 6’1” - 265 lbs || Dominican-German || he/him || Room 217 || Aggro-gym bro

Got hired after being a tenant due to his actual degree but also because Marissa had stumbled across his strength and ruthlessness and mentioned it to Ronaldo. The perfect backup and, well, Rocky killed his darlings often enough that the disposal of their bodies was payment for the heavy lifting he did for the Owner. Doesn’t know much, just knows he sees some bitches being taken and he beats some douchebags up. He doesn’t care what happens to the victims, doesn’t know, doesn’t want to know or care. Rent is significantly cheaper and after being the backup for a few years, his rent was waived. He showed loyalty and that is rewarded. Always on the prowl for tenants to trick into the complex and then trap them in the gym so he can bully them. Its a win-win for the Owner and for him. He earns commission from both. Quite handy to have on staff despite his own (willing and willful) ignorance. The rooms on either side of him are often vacant due to the screams of his victims (both sexual and tortured) and the Owner buckled down and sound proofed his entire apartment. Saves them both some stress.

The Head of Maintenance - Marissa Thompson 

27 - 6’ - 178 lbs || Black American || she/her || Room 008 || Chaotic ADHD gremlin

Trans-woman and proud. Black and proud. Can do everything a straight white man can do but better. Always has 100+ projects on her plate but still takes on every project offered. Prioritizes well and always helps the tenants in a timely and kind manner. Has never gotten a complaint-- about her work. She, herself, now requests tenants be out of the apartment while work is being done because she’s so chaotic it stresses out the tenants. Loves and leans into the “plumber’s crack” trope when she does plumbing work. Makes straight white men super uncomfortable and she lives for it. Unlike most other tenants, she knows nothing about The Owner or his operations, she was vetted by Front Desk and okay’ed due to her oblivious nature and genuine skills. (Front Desk totally knows about how she’s obsessive and stalks her love interests, how she sneaks into their rooms and frots against their bed while she caresses their skin while they sleep, how she hooked cameras up in her apartment so she can watch them always, how she always helps them first-- drops everything to help them first; but it’s okay, Front Desk can use all that to their advantage and when it stops being an advantage, well, they have more proof against her than she could dream of having against them. This job pays too well to lose, anyway, right?)  

Lobby Cleaner - Amelia Moser

21 - 5’6” - 134 lbs || Caucasian || he/him & she/her || Room 004 || Discreet Wallflower 

Soft, sweet, and quiet. She often blends into the background unnoticed. Gathers  a lot of intel that way and is quite willing to play the bait or honey pot people for the Owner. She’s more dangerous and promiscuous than she looks, after all looks are deceiving. She’s always getting dirt on the tenants, too. Cleaning the lobby and gym bathrooms while people are in them, eavesdropping on conversations, and generally watching everyone with a very close eye. She, herself, has an entitlement to her if you can catch her in conversation, though just know if you are in a conversation with her she’s already got you hooked. She doesn’t talk to anyone unless she wants or needs something from them- though they’re largely the same. Whatever it is, she’s getting it. Loves sweet things that aren’t just pretending to be kind, if you treat her and everyone with kindness but also get shy and flustered or you’re a little bit of a crybaby then- well, you’re her’s now. She’s kidnapping you, locking you up in her nursery, and drugging you until you believe you’re the child she’s treating you as. And if you try to leave- well, she won’t be afraid to take drastic measures. She knows how to clean up the toughest of stains after all.

[burningxloves]

— BASICS

Name: Ophelia Elisabeth Hale Age / D.O.B.: 30 years old. Born October 31st 1991  Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Female, She/her, Straight Hometown: Nashville TN  Affiliation: The Syndicate Job position: Bartender/Hacker Education: high school GED. College courses she took in prison.  Relationship status: Single Children: None Positive traits: Adaptive, Loyal, Intuitive, Resourceful, Charming  Negative traits: Headstrong, Stubborn, Impulsive, Quick to Anger, Closed Off

— BIOGRAPHY ( TW: religious trauma, abuse)

Being born on “the devils day” as her mother called it, doomed Ophelia before she even took her first breath. Born into a religious cult as one might say, Ophelia was the only child of Mary and Robert Hale. Mary ended up having to have an emergency hysterotomy due to the challenging pregnancy. One of the many faults she placed on her only daughter. 

Growing up wasn’t easy for Ophelia in the slightest. Homeschooled, abused and essentially abandoned in every sense of the word except fort physically, the girl retreated into herself. Choosing to spend her days at the library and most of her nights locked in her room. Finding solace in learning things outside of what her mother would teach her, the girl devoured any and all information that she could find on ways of life that could get her out of the hell she called home. 

At 16, Ophelia had enough. She came home one night and her mother was on one of her tirades. Yelling about how Ophelia doomed her and the family by being born. That she was the devils child and would be cursed to burn in fire unless her soul was cleansed. Coming at her daughter with a knife, Ophelia dodged it and managed to get it away from her and defend herself by stabbing her mother, but her parents turned it on her by telling the police that their daughter went crazy and attacked them. The girl ended up being sentenced to two years in juvenile detention for aggravated assault. 

While in jail, Ophelia ended up getting her GED so she could take college courses when she got out, she drifted. Moving to Texas, she just wanted to go somewhere her mother could never find her. Enrolling at a local community college, Phi ended up taking computer classes finding that she had a skill for coding and hacking. She knew it could come in handy in the future and boy did it. At first she took small jobs for classmates. Hacking into their partners social media to see if they were cheating, changing a grade here and there, putting someone’s application higher on the list so they might get hired. All was well till she got a job from someone that was dangerous. But the money was good. 

Someone wanted her to hack into a company and get a list of names. Didn’t seem like too big of a deal. Just a list of ten names for $100,000 and Ophelia jumped at the opportunity. She got the names and took the money and moved to New York. However, shortly after she arrived people in texas started turning up dead. The same people on the list that she had given. And Ophelia knew she was in trouble. 

Eventually it caught up to her. Someone sold her out as the person who got the list, and she was arrested. The only saving grace was that she only got 5 years. 

While in federal prison, Ophelia studied more and more about hacking and cyber security. Eventually she ended up getting connected to someone who could offer her a job when she got out. Turning them down at first, Ophelia thought that it was too much of a risk. 

When she got out of prison, the girl found there were no jobs for former convicts that would actually pay well enough. Still having the info for the person who offered her a life, she called them and was welcomed into The Syndicate as one of their hackers. However it wasn’t a title she came across easily. She worked hard to get to the position that she was in. And she wasn’t going to let anyone take it from her. 

----PERSONALITY

Ophelia is a closed off person. She barley lets people in and the people she has let in are few and far between. 

Though she is charming, she is also very stubborn and impulsive causing her to make rash choices that she regrets later. 

Sarcastic little fuck. If she is ever killed by a serial killer know she ran her mouth to the bitter end. 

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

Close relationships inside The Syndicate.

The person who brought her into The Syndicate 

enemies 

drinking buddies 

hook ups 

all the things. 

[sukunasbabymama]

hiya, kk! i've been going around to spread this ( not entirely sure if it's true but yk ) so tomorrow there's gonna be a cyber attack, not sure of the time it'll occur but make sure to change your passwords, especially for apps like discord and tumblr.

they will try to send shit like [ TW ] extreme gore, profanities, racial slurs etc. some may even try to hack your account / steal IP address.

stay safe during this :)

Thank you my babyyyyyy! I’ll have it in mind!!

Imma put this under the tag “kk talks” so it doesn’t get lost in the answered asks!!