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ominoose · 8 months ago

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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Pairing: Android!Nathan Bateman x GN!Depressed!Reader Summary: Your therapist advises you buy an android as a companion. He's a pain. Warnings: None, just fluff. WC: 1.5k Thank you @jinjersnapz for beta reading :*

The moment he stepped out of the box you wanted a refund. Thinly veiled disappointed creased his eyebrow and tugged down his lips as the android, Nathan, took in the cabin. It wasn't much, that you'd concede, wooden floors, walls and roof with a bathroom, office, kitchenette, living room and bedroom. The basic rooms filled with what one needed to live, or as your therapist called it “bare essentials” and “not willing to take up your own space��. Bullshit, essentially.

And now the result of not listening to said bullshit was taking in your abode like it was a one star Air BnB that posted fake five star reviews. He probably wanted a refund as much as you. That was an accurate description of life since he was shipped into it, ‘I want a refund.’

“You're wasting time.” Said the most annoying alarm clock since the creation of alarm clocks.

You only responded by turning over and pulling the covers over your head before they were ripped off the bed and cold air attacked your now exposed and cold skin.

“Stop spending all your time in bed just to go bitch to your therapist about how you're worthless and your life has no meaning. Either get your ass up or I'll dismantle the bed and hide the screws.”

The petty, blunt asshole would. Last week he messed with the dryer's wiring, leaving your bed sheets wet until you finished your book (that he'd recommended, ordered on your Amazon and held you at laundry point to read), citing “intellectual enrichment” as the reason.

Getting out of bed was rewarded with him asking for a cup of coffee while he worked out (apparently the extra use of his metal tendons strengthened them over time), knowing full well he'd only complain about it being cheap. It was a hellish routine, but a routine nonetheless, as your therapist annoyingly felt the need to point out every session. Begrudgingly, you'd also be forced to admit it was the truth. He got you out of bed, engaging with the house, energizing yourself and having some sort of start for the day.

“Why don't we go out for a hike?” Nathan rounded you to grab the steaming cup of coffee, grimacing at the taste.

Broad shoulders rolled openly, clad in simple grey tank top and black joggers. Despite knowing he had no skin, no actual flesh underneath the tanned synthetic layers stretched over his biceps looked soft enough to bite. Not that you'd let the android know.

“A hike? Outside? Today?” The spontaneous request caught you off guard, already openly reluctant.

The deadpan stare he gave you behind the silver frames wasn't fond.

“You live in Butt-Fuck Nowhere and want to just sit in this shitehole. Wasting your innate opportunity to explore nature's beauty.”

“Yeah, I do. Have a fun hike Nathan.” That statement was meant to be closed by you swiftly turning and walking back to your room, but a warm, calloused hand gripped your arm sternly and rooted you to the spot.

“How am I meant to have fun if you aren't there to bug? A walk in nature is an easy hack to ease your disease riddled brain and you don't take advantage of it. It's a wonder androids haven't taken over yet.”

The way he refused to handle you and your depression like a porcelain doll was something you loathed to love about him. How odd that an arrogant android treated you with the most humanity.

“I'll upload a virus into your cloud if you don't let me go, see who has a ‘disease riddled organ then.”

“An STD threat, how cute. Try successfully updating your Sims mod folder and I'll personally walk you through the virus myself.” Logically, there shouldn’t be a lively spark in his eyes, but it was there all the same, goading you into spats with him, time and time again.

“I bought you, the least you could do is fix my Sims!” Another thing you hated needing from him was the way he fed and stoked your fire, turning you from dying embers to a roaring bonfire. It always happened before you were aware of it, always when he got that cocky smirk as if this was exactly what he wanted.

And following routine he simply walked away, rolling those ridiculously handsome shoulders to add salt to the wound and leaving you to seeth.

“Hurry up and get ready.”

When you finally crested the hill, sun shining down through dark pine trees, birds chirping around you, part of you conceded it was worth it. The other part was whining over the stitch aching at your side.

“God I feel like death.” The panting breaths came out as a fog in the cold forest, but Nathan paid no mind to the temperature or your whining.

You never once questioned his ability to enjoy the cold whistle of the wind, whether or not he could feel the numbing chill in his finger tips. Why did it matter why his favourite spot was the waterfall, always cold no matter the season, a hint of a smile plucking at synthetic lips when the mist tickled his beard. It didn’t occur that it should matter, but it was noticed by him the way your mouse didn’t entertain the news articles discussing the ethics of how closely androids now resembled a human, drawing comparisons to fictional history of Dune.

Nathan knew more than anyone that you weren’t the academic, whizzkid genius he was. Your mind physically could not scramble through numbers and piece together advanced mathematic equations. You weren’t book smart, but it wasn’t something he considered lacking.

You dismissed stupid opinions (like the aforementioned article) as if they didn’t exist to you as easily as you stood toe to toe with him to defend other stupid opinions (Aristotle was just some annoying old guy). You were acutely aware of your depression, the way your mind functioned against you and plodded on, taking it in your stride your own way.

As you keeled over, huffing out cold whisps, his dark brown eyes scanned every inch of you. There was no part of you he hadn’t cataloged and stored carefully in his memory banks, no quirk or habit was unfamiliar to him. Yet it always felt like a small surprise to see them unfold in the intimate privacy of the small bubble you both shared.

“Why’re you staring? You better not say I told you so, I’ll ship you back and enjoy going back to my solitude inside.”

“You wouldn’t have to be alone. You’re pretty enough to coax someone into your little hovel.” Said like a passing comment on the gathering clouds.

“Pretty?” Said as a reaction, completely caught off guard.

“Yeah? How many times do we need to go over how your mind will distort how you perceive reality before you finally listen to me, sweetheart?” How was he managing to still be so condescending while arguing about how beautiful you were, how the softly filtered sunlight through the trees settled against your hair like the sun was made to do just that

No wonder humans had wasted so much time on artsy poetic bullshit since the BC’s, beauty really could be all you had the capacity to think about.

“Based on what? I thought you didn’t abide by societal constructs Mr Bateman?” It was a shoddy attempt at acting normal, but the supercomputer android would’ve already noticed the quiver in your voice and the red dusting your face. Maybe if you pretended you didn’t know he could do that, he just wouldn’t.

“I’m abiding by my standards.” His eyes stared right into you. The words words hit you right in the stomach, no time to brace.

And he takes advantage of the hesitation.

“We both know I’m capable of noticing when you ogle me when I work out. We both know I'm equipt to sense when your heart rate picks up, which it does every time I lean over your shoulder to correct your shitty work. We both know I can literally measure the heat in your cheeks right now, want me to?”

The speed at which your head shook had your hair lashing your face, something that only grew his smirk.

“You sure?”

“Fuck yo-”

His lips were warm when they cut you off, subtly soft in contrast to the calloused hands cupping your face. Your mind instantly jumps to satisfaction that you’d been right in your assumption about the feel of his lips until the actual realisation that he was kissing you kicked in, and by that point he was already pulling away. You didnt even have time to savour how the cold metal of his glasses pressed against your nose.

“Lets go, it’s gonna start pissing down and I hate fogged up glasses.”

Nathan was already walking back home, back turned until he realised you weren’t already trailing after him. He turned. You were still staring, lips slightly parted and wide eyed, not yet finished processing what had happened. His smirk turned soft.

“C’mon sweetheart, I need my shitty cup of coffee.”

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imawreck · 3 months ago

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Massacre

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Original Character

Summary: Max and the team head out on a mission. Tension runs high, and the cost is higher.

Author’s Note: Sorry for not posting yesterday! Here’s your update lovelies <3

Warnings: lots of death, angst, team fights, graphic violence, you’ve been warned.

Word Count: 4,372

Max-

Two weeks went by, and every night since Tony's fundraiser Bucky had slept next to me. Sometimes we would switch rooms, whichever happened to be more convenient at the time. More often than not, we slept in my bed.

The two of us had started spending more of our time together than before, hardly apart from each other during the day. Particularly in the afternoons. We sparred together, ate meals together, talked and discussed missions with each other. Together almost every second of the day. It didn't bother me though, quite the opposite.

I had come to crave his company when he happened to be gone, or thought of him when I found something that I though he would enjoy. It was different than before, startling that I had taken so easily to him so quickly. But I wanted this, whatever it was.

One particular afternoon, I had decided to sleep in and had woken to find the other side of the bed unusually empty. There was a note left on the nightstand and I read it softly to myself.

'Good morning doll, couldn't fall back asleep this morning so I went to the gym. You looked too happy to wake. I'll be back by lunch.' - Bucky

I smiled at the scrawl across the page and gently slid it into the drawer of the nightstand before crawling out of bed. I slipped into a change of clothes, opting for a Stark long sleeve and a pair of leggings. My stomach growled just as I exited the room and I was so distracted by my thoughts of breakfast that I didn't see the body walking in front of me. I slammed into them, disorienting me for just a moment before I snapped my head up to meet their eye.

Tall, blonde, easily weighing twice as much as I do and towering over me. Not to mention that he didn't look the least bit familiar standing there staring at me. There was a swell of panic rising in my stomach and before he could open his mouth to utter a word, I was on him, gripping his bicep and plunging my shoulder against his chest before I heaved his weight up and over my back. His body thudded against the floor as he let out a muffled grumble of pain, a spidering crack where his body had hit. He was heavy, much heavier than a man his size should have been but I didn't let myself dwell on it too much before I yanked a knife from my waistband and pressed it firmly against his jugular. "Who are you?"

There was a thunder of footsteps before he could answer and Bucky came barreling down the hall after the faint ring of the elevator. "Max!" He skidded to a stop and shot a hand out in front of me, "He's a friendly, ease up, doll."

I hesitated only a moment, taking in the blonde sprawled out on the floor with wide flabbergasted eyes. "Sorry," I grimaced, shooting out my hand to haul him up.

He took it, calloused hands brushing against my own and his timbre voice echoed against the walls of the hallway. I hauled him upwards as he spoke. "It's quite alright. You are astonishingly strong, my lady, and beautiful too." The man smiled at me with his perfectly white teeth and messy hair.

I could feel the heat crawling up my neck but I tried to ignore it, masking it with a smile and shrug. "Thank you. I'm Max, by the way." I stuck my hand out once more to greet him and was startled when he took it, turning it horizontally and placing a chaste kiss against my knuckles.

"Thor Odinson, Ex-Prince of Asgard."

I quirked a brow at him, "Ex-Prince?"

He smiled, "I abdicated the throne to a better fit ruler for our people."

I could sense the sadness in his words and decided not to press the subject, thankful of the cough that interrupted the two of us. I glanced over to Bucky who stepped a tad bit closer to me as he began to speak. "What are you doing on this floor?"

Thor frowned, "The flying bird man said that you would be on this floor, but he did not mention that there was a lady occupying any rooms."

"Damnit, Sam!" Bucky grumbled something about throttling Sam when he saw him next and sighed, "What did you need me for?"

"Tony summoned me to look into a threat on this planet and told me to find you. There is a mission for you and Natasha, he mentioned another name now that I think about it." Thor sent a shy smile my way and I focused on the wall behind him to fight off another wave of embarrassment.

I could hear the frown in Bucky's voice, "A mission for Max and I?" He glanced at me and I returned his confused gaze with a shrug.

Thor nodded, "Come, he said it was urgent."

With that, the three of us hustled to the elevator and crammed inside. And I mean crammed, the two men riding with me were both six feet tall or taller and weighed well over two hundred pounds each. I just managed to squeeze in before the door shut behind us and we descended to the meeting room. Once we had managed to struggle out of the elevator, we entered the meeting room where Natasha and Tony waited for us. Tony shot me a smile and it warmed me, I hadn't been to his labs in a while to talk to him and I made a mental note to do so after the mission.

I sat in the seat next to Natasha who elbowed my ribs, "I hear you've been sleeping with Barnes." She wiggled her brows suggestively and I rolled my eyes in return.

"It isn't like that, and you know it. How do you even know that?"

She huffed, wanting to say more, but Tony cut in. "Alright, there's no real way to sugar coat this so here it goes. Shield has come through with a fresh hit on an active Hydra pocket. They are operating under extreme measures to remain under the radar. They're moving devices through food trucks making deliveries to towns wrecked from recent political events in the area. We aren't sure why they're moving them or what they're used for, but this is where Natasha will play her part. Your goal is to get the information regarding the cargo. Try and remain unseen. Max and Bucky, you two are cover. I want you to stay low and take out any threat to Romanoff. The goal is to get the information. If you can do that, then by all means stop the operation. If something goes wrong, contact base immediately and we will send backup."

The lot of us nodded, running his words through our heads. Get the details, destroy the operation if the opportunity arises.

Tony allowed us a moment to think before he started again, "The Quinnjet will be departing in fifteen so suit up. Max, you're taking lead on this mission."

I nodded, surprised by his words as I rose from my chair, glancing back at Tony as he began speaking lowly with Thor. He had pulled up a map with multiple red dots littering the landscape. I burned it into my memory, recognizing the area from my time. They were safe houses.

The team and I made our way to the landing deck. We parted to change and met back at the jet. I finished strapping in my weapons due to the rush, slipping my sword in the holster at my back as I approached the hangar. Bucky and Nat had already boarded and Natasha waved me on as Bucky headed to the cockpit to pilot. Again, I sat besides Natasha as the jet rose and we began our journey.

Natasha and I made small talk as we went, but after a while I decided I should check on Bucky. This was a Hydra mission after all, and I knew how he felt about them.

I dismissed myself and made my way to the seat opposite of his, taking a seat and easing into the leather. "Hey," I shut my eyes as I spoke to him, "How are you holding up?"

Bucky huffed sarcastically, "The best I can, I guess."

I leaned over closer to him, popping my elbow up onto the armrest so I could face him as I spoke. "I have your back. If this mission goes wrong, I wont let anything happen to you."

Bucky scoffed but a hint of a smile raised on his face, "Isn't that supposed to be my line?"

I laughed, "Of course, I just wanted to try it out. I know that you have mine anyways."

The two of us eased into a comfortable silence as we flew, and I couldn't help the lull of sleep as it tugged at my mind. We had hours of a flight, a little nap couldn't hurt.

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Bucky-

I was extremely anxious, but I couldn't let anyone else know that. Being this close to Hydra made my heart rattle in my chest and thinned the air trying to enter my lungs. As soon as the jet landed, it was like a stone was set on my chest and nothing could shake it away. Not even when Max woke beside me and shot me a reassuring smile and brushed stray hairs from my face.

"It'll be alright James, don't worry." I watched as she made her way over to Natasha, her face going serious the moment she turned from me as if her gentleness was only reserved for me. "I'll scope the area from the trees since my suit isn't acclimated for this landscape. The clouds should provide me with enough visual cover. I need you two to fan out and communicate via comms, I want to know everything you see."

We followed her out, not at all surprised by how fast she took up role as mission leader. Not with her background anyways, I could imagine she had headed many missions successfully.

We had landed the jet in a thicket of trees to provide cover, but the draw back was that none of us could see them either. Max didn't seem phased by it though as she trucked through the underbrush until we came to the edge of the valley where she hunkered down and waited for us to catch up. Her voice was hushed despite the lack of soldiers where we were. "Stay here for a moment. See if you can spot the trucks or a bunker. Hydra will be using something inconspicuous like an old grocery store or an armory." With that she began scaling a tree.

I watched as she plunged her knives into the bark, pulling her weight up the trunk until she could reach the branches and using them from there. She rose nearly out of sight before she sunk down against branch and used her binoculars to peer down at the town below. Natasha and I both followed her motions, pulling out our own and fanning out along the tree line.

The town was small, no more than twelve blocks wide either way you looked at it. One of those where everyone knows each other and nothing goes awry without someone knowing about it. It seemed impossible for Hydra to have used it for transport, surely someone would know what was going on. But from what I could tell, not a soul did. Everyone was going about their day, even waving at the transport trucks who returned the gesture. There was two of them, painted on the side with the words 'foods' with bright green backsplash. Like an ordinary food delivery truck.

A thump behind me had me whipping around, gun in hand, before I knew better. Natasha nearly fell over in relief at the sight of Max. "Jesus Max, wear a bell or something."

Max smirked and stuck her tongue out at the redhead, "That would defeat the purpose and completely ruin this covert op. Now, I've located a clear path to their hideout-"

I frowned, "We don't know where their hideout is, Max. Tony didn't give us that information."

She sighed, brushing her fingers across my cheek towards the town. She pointed towards an old bodyshop where a food truck was parked getting maintenance done. I pulled up my binoculars to try and get a better view as she spoke to the two of us. "Watch the workers. Every thirty seconds like clockwork they'll look around and check their surroundings while someone hops in the back of the truck and takes a bag out with them."

Sure enough, just as she said, one of the men working on the wheels of the truck would look around and whistle or drop a wrench before another would hop into the truck and exit with a bag. "How did you see that?"

"Hydra is all the same. You grow up with them, work with them long enough, and you pick up what they do. You know how to see an ally in a sea of people simply by the way they act. In this instance, an enemy." There was a certain coldness in her voice that sent a shudder down my spine. "We need to move quickly. Natasha, I doubt they will have a computer with any data in that place so the best shot of gathering any information is if we get one of those bags. Think you can do it?"

Natasha winked at Max, "Sure I can, just need a change of clothes and a baseball cap."

Max nodded as Natasha made her way down into the valley, "Make sure to signal on comms. We will tail you in ten. Use cash at the convenience store, they'll pick up on a new card in town."

I watched Natasha disappear into the brush before I turned to Max. There was a thin frown line between her brows as she scanned the area. I could tell she was nearly as anxious as I was, catching the faint tremble in her hands as she stood. I remained sat against the tree as I spoke to her, "Are you alright?"

She shot me a faint smile, "As good as I can be." I felt my lip quirk involuntarily at her mocking our previous conversation. She laughed quietly before she nodded again, "I'll be much better after we're out of here."

I hummed in agreement, looking down once more at the town. Max shifted beside me, checking a watch tucked away under her sleeve. "It's time to head down, stay a few feet behind me before you follow. Since were not exactly discreetly dressed, you and I will take the long route. We should split up and take the sides, eliminate any stray agents as we go."

"Are you sure splitting up is the best idea?" An uneasiness crept into my stomach at the mention of it.

"Yes, you're rather large Bucky. No matter how quiet you are, you're bound to draw attention. Same as Steve." She smiled, "Even me. It's just how we are, soldiers and all, and it'll be simpler if we split up to cover more ground."

I nodded despite my hesitation, "Stay on comms."

Max grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze, "You too."

We split up, and the farther we got from each other the more the hole in my stomach grew. Something wasn't right here. I could feel it. There weren't enough men in the area, not for this kind of operation. Hydra wouldn't travel this light with something as valuable as the cargo we were trying to get.

I eased around the back of a house and heard the comms crackle in my ear as Natasha's voice rang through. "I am approaching target."

Max was quick to respond, a grunt over her end before she spoke, "Do not engage, we aren't in position."

There wasn't a response from Natasha, and from my spot crouched behind the house I could clearly see her approaching. "Damnit!" I pressed my comm, "Max, she isn't listening."

A string of Russian curses followed before she answered, "Get as close as you can but stay out of sight. It's the only thing we can do now."

Panic swelled inside of me as I pushed further, closing in around the facility. I suddenly felt like the three of us weren’t nearly enough manpower to take on this kind of job, not this close to the enemy at least. If we could keep it an in-and-out job, we could scrape out of here unharmed, but I had learned the hard way that missions don't always go as planned.

Red hair peaked out from under a ball cap just feet from me now. Natasha swayed her hips as she swaggered up to the agents. "Hey, I'm really sorry to ask this but could you spare someone to help me out? I have a car a couple streets down and it just went caput. I can't seem to get it to start or anything." She waved her hands around animatedly, mimicking distress and mild frustration. It was a smart tactic, and by the look on the man's face, it was working too.

I watched as the man under the truck called out for someone in the shop to come out. There was a smile on his face, and soon it was mirrored on the one in front of Natasha too. Something wasn't right, but before I could get a word out Max was shouting through the comms, "They know. Natasha they know! Get out! Get out of there right now!"

Natasha palmed the agents nose, slamming his head back and a spirt of blood trickled down his face as he crumbled to the pavement with a cry. The other agents behind him scrambled from their places, guns appearing out of waistbands and boots. There were bullets flying within seconds. I barely caught sight of Natasha rushing into the building before all hell broke loose.

A blur of white hair darted from behind the building and launched a knife through the air, hitting its target and lodging into a man's jugular mere feet from Natasha. His body dropped to the ground and thrashed as he tried to fight the inevitable. Two more followed him not long after. I made a move forward, to aid my team, but then Max was shouting into the comms and her eyes caught mine from across the street.

"Get back to the jet, I hear choppers. They aren't ours. We've been set up and we need to get out of here right now." She yanked a body off the ground and threw it into a pair of men running her way, effectively holding them off if only for a moment.

I frowned, sprinting over to help her. "We can't just leave, we don't have what we came for and Natasha just went in. We have to find her."

"No, we have to leave." It was a simple short reply as she tore through another agent that dared to step too close.

"Max, I am not leaving until we find Natasha."

Her back was against mine now as more agents crawled out of the neighborhoods and surrounded the car shop. I could feel the tremor in her body as she spoke. "Natasha made her choice, she went against my orders. The best we can do is get out of here and distract them enough for her to get out if she can."

The men began to fire at us and I managed to block most of them with my arm, but Max didn't have that kind of defense. Instead, she let them tear through her.

I watched in horror as a sort of steeliness settled over her features and she began pressing forward towards them. Three bullets to the torso and one to the leg, and they kept coming. She used her knives to knock some away and yanked a body up a few feet from them and used it as a shield instead. When she was close enough, she attacked.

Knives flew through the air, planting themselves in various arteries or slicing clear through necks. When her belt was empty, she resorted to more aggressive methods. I could do nothing but watch and keep the bullets from making there home in my skin as she ripped men open with her own hands.

It was like watching an animal that was caged too long.

Her hands tore into their flesh- necks, stomachs, limbs- anything she could get a hold on. There was a viciousness, a savageness about her that I had never seen before. Not even in myself from the footage of my past, nor the memories. Her hands were stained red like it had rained from the sky. Her usually white hair was now dripping crimson. Even her uniform was painted to match the hellish picture. Max had become something unrecognizable.

Natasha contacted through the comms, "I have the bag."

When Max turned back towards me her eyes caught the light much like the first time I had laid eyes on her and this time I couldn't help but flinch at the sight. Everything about her was rigid, cold, and deadly.

A long silence enveloped us as the sound of helicopters began to grow louder in the distance. Her eyes didn't leave mine as the comms crackled on at the touch of her finger and her voice echoed around me, "Natasha, get to high ground outside of the valley. Don't touch anything metal. Get to the jet and take the device to base. Bucky and I will find a place to lay low and I'll send you the coordinates once it's safe."

Max didn't wait for an answer before she spoke to me directly, "Start running north and don't stop no matter what happens. You need to be out of this valley in ten minutes. Do you understand?" When I didn't move, her face contorted in a snarl of panic, "MOVE, BUCKY!"

My feet moved without my consent, following her order and carrying me as fast as I could go. I tried to look behind me, to catch a glimpse of her as I fled, but I couldn't. She had taken off out of sight. There wasn't any time for me to think about anything, not even when crashes erupted behind me or when the helicopters breached the tree line and dozens of soldiers began descending on ropes down to the valley. All I could do was run.

I clawed at the dirt, pulling myself up the sharp incline of the ground. I tore at roots and ripped at grass, finding anything with purchase to lift myself out of harms way. A moment of relief swept over me as I managed to haul myself up to high ground, crawling over the cusp of the hill and into the trees.

From above, I could see the broken power lines, the crackle and soft illumination of the live wires. There were fallen telephone poles littering the area. At first, I thought it was Hydra tearing the town apart in search of us. But their numbers were more spread out, fanning through the streets in groups of threes and fours. They were surrounding something.

A water tower was positioned on this side of the town, standing tall and overshadowing the streets. Why would they want to surround the water tower? It didn't make any sense. I reached around my belt and unhooked the binoculars to bring them around. I peered down below, searching the base of the tower for any signs of Max.

I checked the ladder of the water tower, then the railing around it. Nothing, until I caught a glimpse of a grappling hook snagging around the rim. Then I noticed another, and another, following them down to the ground where they stopped gripped between two blood drenched hands. Max.

I snapped my head up at the sound of the Quinnjet, watching it rise out of sight and into the clouds. Natasha got out. Once more, I felt a sweep of relief, but it was quickly wiped away when a loud grating echo swept across the valley.

There were shouts, lots of them. All fearful. A realization.

The tower began to bend and I gripped the binoculars again, yanking them up to my face. The crowds of soldiers were fleeing, taking off back towards their helicopters. I found Max again, holding those ropes with all her might. I could see the strain on her face as the supports against the tower bent out of shape and gave into her pressure. There was determination on her face as she stepped back and yanked on the ropes again, taking down another support and watching as the tower bowed lower. Gravity took it from there and the terrible sounds of metal scraping metal engulfed the valley as the tower fell, crashing into the ground and engulfing the town in a wave of water. I watched, feeling my heart tear out of my chest, as the power lines met the water.

The whole place went up in sparks, fires igniting the tops of the houses and the cars exploding, sending water up in spirts of metal and flame. Screams tore through the roads as the Hydra agents were swept up in the torrent and fried alive. I thought of all the people trapped in their houses. Drowning and dying, burning alive just like them. I don't think even in my years of hydra that I had ever experienced this type of pain before.

The massacre took seconds, but it felt like everything was slow. It was agonizingly loud before everything went silent. Bodies floated through feet of water. Sparks still danced over the surface as the water calmed, pooling in the valley and filling every bit of space.

I felt empty, raw. Like someone had ripped me open and taken every last bit of my soul.

Everyone was dead.

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oh-my-damn · 2 years ago

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Philosophy 101

Pairing: Jock!Steve Rogers x Sassy!Tutor!Reader

Status: Coming soon!

Summary: You've always been the smart girl. Be it in school or in life, but especially when it came to boys. You always steered clear of them, knowing they were nothing but trouble. Until a blue-eyed, muscular blonde turns your life upside down, and makes you question everything you thought you knew.

Word count: TBD

Warnings: Fluff, angst and smut (detailed warnings to be updated once the fic is posted)

The beautiful header is by my sweet bestie @justconfettiandsomeddew <3

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

SNEAK PEEK OF UPCOMING FIC UNDER THE CUT

You spent two hours tutoring Steve in the library until it was time for your morning class. For some inexplicable reason, it was like time flew by, and you didn't even realize it was time to leave before you noticed people filtering out of the library.

Steve had progressed tremendously even in the short span of two hours, and you had to give it to Professor Adler – he was right.

Steve wasn't an idiot, far from it actually, but you suspected he had a hard time prioritizing. You got the sense that his main concern was football, and you couldn't fault him for that, knowing that's the case for a lot of the guys at your school.

Steve is reading through a paragraph when you notice the time, making you gently whisper, "I think we need to wrap it up, class is starting soon."

His head lifts in surprise, his face turning towards you, "It is? What time is it?"

You inhale quietly when he turns to face you, those baby blues practically inches from your face as you sit next to him. Steve is beautiful in a different way than the usual jocks around here; he is clean-shaven, his features had an innocence to them while simultaneously being devastatingly manly and handsome.

It was hard to describe it, really, and it made you a bit enamored with him. You'd caught yourself watching him for the past two hours, subtly of course, to ensure he wouldn't notice. You'd had to hide your smile when you noticed the dent in his nose, disrupting the straight line of it, undoubtedly from a football injury.

You'd also caught yourself staring at his long lashes, fluttering and touching his cheek whenever he blinked. They were thick, too, such wasted potential on a guy who would never understand what a blessing they are.

You noticed the small beauty marks on his skin; littered across his face, down his neck, branding him in a delicate way. Part of you wanted to trace them, run your fingers over his skin to feel whether it would be as soft as it looked.

Even his blonde hair, unkempt and mussed up as it was, made you yearn to run your fingers through it. His expressive eyebrows, his high cheekbones, his sharp jawline; staring at Steve was undoubtedly more interesting than studying – he was like a work of art, so effortlessly gorgeous, you weren't even sure he realized.

Of course he does. A guy like that knows how hot he is. You can tell by the way his large biceps are visible even through the lumpy fabric of his hoodie, his thick thighs not well hidden by his sweats. He was built, tall, muscular; a handsome football player, of course he realizes how gorgeous he is.

You offer him a small smile, glancing toward the clock on your laptop, "It's 9.10. We have class at 9.30. And I need to get something to eat before, I think, or I don't know if I'll make it through."

Steve lets out a chuckle at your words, and the melodic sound warms your veins in a comforting way. He's got a great laugh, of course he would, that beautiful bastard.

"You have a point, getting through Professor Adler's class on an empty stomach is near impossible."

You nod, mirroring his chuckle, "Yeah, exactly. But we made great progress today, you'll be just fine for the test, Steve. You're all good." You smile as you get up from your seat to gather your things, and Steve watches you for a moment before he blurts out, "Oh, uh, I don't know, I think I need a little more tutoring, just-"

You shake your head as you chuckle, "No, really Steve, I think you'll be alright for the test. You know this stuff, you just need to be confident about it."

Steve frowns as he watches you pack your books in your bag, glancing down at the textbook in front of him. He hadn't even realized that two hours had passed, it was like being in a different world this entire time.

He's noticed you before, more times than he can count. Not just because you were the smartest girl in class, and constantly had your hand up, but also because you were strikingly beautiful, in an understated way that made him curious to know more about you.

He wasn't sure if you even realized how pretty you were, he had a suspicion you didn't, or that, even if you did, you simply didn't care.

And that was fascinating to Steve. It had been from the very moment he first saw you in freshman year.

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woso11 · 1 year ago

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Whether you post this ask or not I just wanted to write you a message. I know it is very very sad times around here right now, but I just want to say thank you so much for all the years you have had this blog to spread so much love and joy to people. I have loved following your page and I always knew where to come for good 💪 content 😉. If things are headed where we all fear I hope you still keep this blog up as an archive of all the good times, but I understand if you don't. I think it's going to take some time for us all to process this. I'm still holding onto a tiny piece of hope that maybe there is some way things can still turn out fine but maybe I am delusional 😢 Anyway I hope you are doing okay and just wanted to send you some good vibes.

-💪anon

Thank you for your words bicep anon, honestly every time i run across a picture of Ali where her arms are visible i think about what would you think :-)

I'm not gonna delete the blog, but honestly I'm in a funk right now, so not really posting anything and being honest I don't think I'll keep updating anymore buuuuut

BEING DELULU IS THE SOLULU 💅

#bicep anon <3 #also what the fuck is the um robot super hereo she got

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2manykinks · 1 year ago

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The List of Kinks

(Updated 4/15/23)

This Tumblr may be more or less defunct, but I realize I never actually introduced my entire list of kinks yet -- and I still have plans to give each one a post before I consider this Tumblr officially 100% "mission accomplished" -- but now you can pin posts. Seems like a good thing to pin.

So here are all the ones I've already introduced, plus a few more for good measure. I'll update this post as I get around to revealing my full catalog, finally. Orange are topics I don't think I've ever made an actual post specifically calling out, yet.

#1 - Bare Feet

#2 - Bare Soles

#3 - Light Soles on a Tanned Stud

#4 - Wetsuits

#5 - Smoothskin Wetsuits

#6 - Surfers

#7 - Bodyboarders

#8 - Dive Studs

#9 - Barefoot Celebrities

#10 - Guys Barefoot in Blue Jeans

#11 - Guys Barefoot in Rubber

#12 - Businessmen Barefoot / Wearing the Wrong Shoes

#13 - Martial Artists / Martial Arts Uniforms

#14 - Men Wearing Hakama

#15 - Judoka / BJJ Men

#16 - Aikidoka / Iaidoka

#17 - Men With Weapons / Holsters or Sheaths

#18 - Cowboys

#19 - Superheroes and Villains

#20 - Spies and Secret Agents

#21 - Military Men

#22 - Mounties and their Red Serge Uniforms

#23 - Redheads / Gingers

#24 - Dive Masks

#25 - Sucking Snorkels / Regulators

#26 - Rubber Gloves

#27 - Leather/Racing/Sports Gloves

#28 - Neoprene/Webbed/Dive Gloves

#29 - Boxing Gloves / MMA-style gloves

#30 - Men Wearing Tabi / Split-Toed Shoes

#31 - Men Wearing Flippers/Fins

#32 - Other footwear not listed (luge shoes, US Marine boots, Neoprene booties)

#33 - Men Wearing Sandals / Flip-Flops

#34 - Men wearing Tall Leather / Rubber Boots

#35 - Open-Heel Flippers

#36 - Gasmasks

#37 - [Redacted; removed from kink list.]

#38 - Neoprene

#39 - Rubber / Latex

#40 - Spandex / Lycra

#41 - Other Materials (Puffer Jackets / Silk / Nasty Pig or Slick It Up gear/ PVC or Vinyl)

#42 - Leather

#43 - Using your feet to dish out punishment

#44 - Non-nudity (but close) / #deshabille

#45 - Dominant Men

#46 - Men Saluting

#47 - Riding (Equestrian) Boots / Pants / Outfits

#48 - Unconscious / Sleepy / KO'd Men

#49 - The Forbidden Fetish ... (strictly fantasy)

#50 - Defeated / Helpless Men

#51 - Bound Men / Bondage

#52 - Wrestlers / Wrestling Singlets

#53 - Men in Pain

#54 - Ball busting / Groin Kicks

#55 - Humiliation

#56 - Assume the Position: Bicep Flex / Double Bicep Flex

#57 - Assume the Position: Kowtowed / Sprawled / Ass Up

#58 - Assume the Position: the "Ken Pose" / L-Sit

#59 - Other Hot Foot Positions: Sole Steeple, Crossed Ankles

#60 - Assume the Position: On Balls of Feet

#61 - Assume the Position: Chokes / Chokeholds

#62 - Breath Control / Glove or Hand Over Mouth (GOM/HOM)

#63 - Armbars / Armlocks

#64 - Headscissors / Triangles

#65 - Leg locks / Ankle Locks / Foot Pain

#66 - Dazed / Dizzied Men

#67 - Jobbers

#70 - Skinsuits / Luge Gear / Cycling Suits / Gymnast Gear

#73 - Swimming Gear (silicone swim caps or swimwear) / Swimmers

#74 - Chaps (any material)

#75 - Rubber Uniforms (any)

#76 - White Gloves (again, any but especially boxing or military or rubber)

#77 - Military Uniforms (other than camouflage gear)

#78 - Cammies

#81 - Capes / Superhero Capes

#83 - Yellow Rubber/Latex/Neoprene/Gear

#84 - White Rubber/Leather/Lycra/Neoprene

#85 - Men in Red Rubber / Neoprene / Leather / Red Gloves

#86 - Men in Baby Blue / Aqua Blue / Royal Blue / Electric Blue (anything)

#87 - Bears / Hairy Studs / Otters

#88 - Bears in Tight Rubber / Neoprene

#90 - Wet Men

#92 - Berets

#95 - Knights and Paladins / Armor / Ren Faire clothing

#98 - Photos Taken For Me / Sent To Me (involving items on this list)

#99 - Photos I've Taken of Kinks #1 - #97

#100 - Hypnosis / Mind Control / Drones

#list of kinks

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fitgothgirl · 11 months ago

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Hiii look at me making a post! Haven't been super talkative here lately and hardly ever share my workout pics. Here's the one I just finished - I've never seen the t-rex before?? Fuck yeah. 🦖

Things are going pretty well. Since October I've still been successfully slowly cutting back on weed. I'm at the point now where I'm smoking a bowl per evening, if that. I have it locked up in my kSafe until 8pm each day. Soon I'll be updating the rule to 10pm, and after that I'll start smoking every other day, and so on. Me from six months ago smoking all day everyday would not believe I'm at this point! I'm proud. 😁 January 15th is the day I start my official break, two weeks before we leave for Costa Rica, so I'll be sure I won't be withdrawing by then. And when we come back I'm going to keep the break going to hit 8 weeks. Not quitting weed forever but I don't want to come back to the all day everyday shit... Not even daily either. Sounds crazy to me, probably sounds normal to most others though I'm sure lol.

Weight loss has slowed a bit but that's expected now that I'm smaller and I'm like a friggen solitary pound above having a normal BMI lol. Also ever since daylight savings ended, things have been harder to do and I've been feeling more blah. Story of everyone's life I'm sure... So considering all that, I'm still doing really well! No guilt or bad feelings about slowing weight loss or slightly less frequent workouts; no need to rush. At this point I've lost 29lbs/13.2kg total, 19lbs/8.6kg of which have been since late July.

I've also noticed visible muscle! The way my shoulder meets my trap when I flex is more defined, I have more biceps, I can often see my quads, my calf muscle has become an obstacle while shaving lol, etc. Loving it. 💪🏼

An NSV includes wearing more of my women's t-shirts; 95% of my t-shirts are men's shirts (band shirts and Blackcraft lol) since they're more comfy and I often don't like how women's t-shirts fit (depending on how they're cut; women's clothes have zero consistency). But I do have some women's t-shirts and I'm wearing them more again since they fit much better and I'm more confident (my skyrocketing confidence is another NSV!). And another NSV is needing a new belt, and soon here I'm going to need new pants! 😅

Therapy has been helping with all this too of course; I love my therapist. 🖤 She keeps things in perspective and makes sure to hype me up about how awesome I'm doing and tell me to be proud of myself. And since I'm doing so well, she makes sure that I give myself grace when I'm feeling more in a lull. Since things have been harder since DST, I've gotten a bit down or at least worried that I don't want to go back to how I was (health-wise, weed-wise, etc.), but we had a good pep talk yesterday. I'm not even regressing, just slowed down a bit. But who doesn't slow down this time of year...

Anyway, not sure what else to update since it's been a while lol. Had friendsgiving on Thanksgiving weekend, went to Vegas for my bf's work Christmas party a couple weekends ago... Last concert was Psyclon Nine in mid-November (pretty sure that's where I got a cold that emerged a few days later... Either that or an Addams Family musical we went to the next night. But all better now!). And I can't believe I'm saying this but I don't think we have another concert planned until ✝️✝️✝️ (Crosses) in friggen March. So uncharacteristic for us lol. I'm sure we can find something if we want, or I've also been wanting to hit up a Death Guild since it's been a minute for that too. Nothing else too crazy going on, our calendar's been a bit quieter than it has been in years past. But it's kinda nice haha. 😅

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ladysomething · 7 months ago

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first of all i wanna say hello to the anon who called me their bestie, hi anon I'm the anon who didn't sleep the other night anyways, now to maddy (I'm sorry I forgot how to spell ur name pls don't muzzle me) hi bae, hope ur doing good u posted two snippets from wygig but I only read one I CANNOT FIND THE OTHER ONE AAAAAA and also u hit 100k omgg congrats baby, and does this mean the next update is gon be 30k or smth?? cuz current word count is 65k ish right. and some anon over here mentioned chalres biting max's biceps I WILL SELL MY CHROMOSOMES FOR THAT PLEASE LET IT HAPPEN PLEASE IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING TO DO ANYTHING

haha you got the general vibes right with Maddy, so that's fine hahaha. but I'll put it in my bio now for the future haha

also idk which snippet you read so here is both! one and two.

and it does not mean that, sorryyyyyy. I'm writing chapter 11 right now, which is the one I'm struggling with. but I have to stay ahead, so I can't edit and post chapter 8 without finishing chapter 11, which is why you all sadly have a wait a moment.

and also I can totally make Charles bite his biceps at some point!!! Max is for sure gonna bite the chaist now as well lmao

#anon ask #lestappen fic #where you go i go #wygig: update schedule

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getmylifetogetherwme · 1 month ago

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Weekly Goals Update: (Sept. 30th - Oct. 4th)

Hi, everyone!

Hope all is well! I currently have a bit of downtime at my second job, so I thought I'd write my week goals update post! So, as always, for this post, I'll go back and look at my goals for the week and determine which goals I was successful at and which I was... not so much

Overall, this week felt very productive. I managed to go to the gym every day, and I attended all of my classes. I only have one assignment left, my physics exam, which I'll be doing tonight.

Anyway, let's start with the recap!

My Academic Goals:

study for ochem 2

complete biology essay

complete English essay

watch English lectures

complete Physics homework and test

Physics lab quiz

It was a good week for me, academically. I completed all of these assignments, minus the Physics exam which will be completed later today. I plan on taking the weekend to finish some of those English lectures and to study for my next ochem exam.

My Fitness Goals:

4 days weightlifting

cardio every day (at least 30 minutes)

Attend cycling class

Once again, it was a really good week for me, fitness wise. I went to the gym 5 times this week instead of 4. I also did a cycling class, which I've grown to love, and my cardio has been great. I've seen a lot of improvement in my weightlifting, though my biceps are still my biggest struggle/enemy.

My Nutrition Goals:

try to eat out less

Prioritize fiber and protein

Once again, I completely failed at protein and fiber. :/ I am planning on heading straight to Sam's Club tomorrow to find myself some good protein items for my lunches. I did succeed in eating out less than usual, however.

Overall, it was a pretty good week. There could be some improvements, as there always can be, but I am really pleased with what I've accomplished this week.

I hope everyone has a fantastic weekend!

Thanks for reading,

-C

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krsnaradhika · 2 years ago

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Because my last piece of writing got a lot of love and this what I present you now, was written an year ago and I do think my present writing (at least in Krishavyayam) is slightly better than this.

I'll be posting the hyperlink of this too in my intro post, because I realised it'd be tedious to scroll all the way to Vaikuntha. The other three writings (Lakshmis come home, Yamuna x Kanha, Rukmini - Satyabhama) have their hyperlinks already updated there. Alright I ramble a lot don't I-

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SatyabhaMadhavam

He was brawn, his biceps clasping his foe betwixt them as he thrashed him to the ground in a trice. His knuckles morphed white, blue-black curls which donned an iridescent peacock feather all the time bellowed at his outrage and danced upon his shoulders. His warm hazel eyes, which were oceans of compassion blazed like the dancing flames of fire, rage filling him at the mere sight of his imprisoned parents, at them from whom he had to part right after his birth.

A nine year old Satyabhama witnessed in awe, the glory of the son of Devaki, of whom she had harkened limitless narratives of. Of his bravery, his extraordinary strength and prowess at slaying demons which his own maternal uncle sent for the sole purpose of killing him right from his very first day in the world. The eleven and a half year old boy afore her chocolate eyes wasn't the cowherd of Vrindāvana, he was the Kāla of Kamsa and his tyranny at Mathurā. Vraja leela had come to a cease, and this was the commencement of his Mathura leela.

Gritting in his teeth, the immoral son of Ugrasena jumped to his feet and pounced upon his sororal nephew, desiring to push him to the ground with all his vitality, but to no avail. Satyabhama's Madhava stood like a bull among men, his feet on the ground as firm as his character and resolution. He was to be known as Yogeshvara after all, a title bestowed to him which made him the lord of yogis. Krishna was Leela Purushottama, the best among men.

"If you lose, my lovely nephew, then you die. And if I do, your guile parents and vicious grandfather will be pushed in the mouth of death, Krishna!" Kamsa sneered, reminding him the rules of this duel and casted a spontaneous glance on the executioners. "I'll kill you." every syllable he uttered dripped acid, his eyes now bloodshot.

"We shall see that, dearest uncle." Kanha scoffed, his eyes a swirling melange of his fury and the agony that sprang in him at the sight of his children who cried 'Trahi! Trahi!' over the years. Ugrasena, Devaki and Vasudeva, raised their palms in abhaya mudra, blessing the lord who bowed his head subtly, assuring them with a sempiternal seraphic smile. The shackled royals stood at a dais, awaiting to be guillotined the moment their Kanha would dispatch his vicious uncle to the afterlife.

Kamsa marred his face with a sickly scowl, growling as his nephew dodged his blow and twisted his arm, hauling him to the demesne once again. Krishna's clenched jaw twitched a muscle, the grim look on his face speaking of his ability of creation and destruction, his fierce form which the universe seldom witnessed.

Clasping her father's angavastram in her dainty fingers, Satyabhama concealed herself behind him, feeling her heart thump at the sight of a howling Kamsa as her curious eyes remained rooted to Kanha. Her eyes met his for a split second, and the daughter of Satrajita was swayed off her feet. She found in his eyes, a zephyr of his pure love kissing her heart. She knew that Bhudevi would forever belong to her Varahadeva, this form or the other. Much like how Hara-Gauri and Medha-Brahma belonged to each other alone - from the beginning of time, now and for the rest of eternity too.

'When have we ever parted, Bhamae?' he teased and she almost facepalmed at his mischief.

'Even at this time, hey Naatha?' The mystical curl of her lips and the scarlet of her cheeks were enough to amuse and confuse the merchant of Dvaraka, her father Satrajita at the same time as he failed to notice the warm and similar aureole the two kids radiated, being the parents of the universe.

'Never ever, my lord.' the corner of her lips tugged up, her chest swelled up in pride as she faced the duel arena once again. Her vaatsalya dripping doe eyes softened as she took in the form of a thoroughly exhausted Kamsa, catching his breath as he glared daggers at her lord. 'Convey Jaya back to our home in Vaikuntha. It is time.'

With a final groan, the manifestation of MahaVishnu pounced upon his maternal uncle, sending him flying back. A last, harsh blow of a fist and Kamsa breathed his last, his eyes rolling to the back as he was freed from his sinister body. Waiting with bated breaths, some adored Keshava while some loathed, some were left dumbstruck while others seemed pained.

A triumphant outcry erupted in the arena and Satyabhama released the breath she didn't know she had been holding in. Haladhara ruthlessly smashed Kamsa's supporters who attempted to ambush his baby brother. Resting his mighty mace on his shoulders, he gave a wide sarcastic grin to the ones who cowered away.

With a lone solemn glance, Krishna turned to the executioners of Kamsa who held his family and had been ordered to execute the instant Kamsa would lose. And within a fraction of second, Vasudeva, Devaki and Ugrasena were set independent, now breathing a sigh of relief.

Krishna gingerly strutted to his aunts with folded palms, Asti and Prapti who lamented and beat their breasts at the commencement of their widowhood by the corpse of their late husband. "Even though I tried my best to prevent it, it is I who has caused you great sorrow, Aunt. Please bestow me with forgiveness." his facial features bore torment and his gaze remained rooted to the floor, guilt eating him up from the inside. The daughters of Jarasandha then instantaneously left for their father's abode, Magadha. Satyabhama's shoulders dropped in dismay, knowing where this was going.

Mushtika, Chanoora and after the elephant Kuvalayapeeta, Krishna had passed the final hurdle named Kamsa like a child's play. Ultimately a new sun emerged from the back of the mountains, emitting rays that marked the break of dawn. A dawn of dharmarājya in Mathura. But, would it prevail for a prolonged period of time?

Grimacing, Satyabhama shook her head to clear her thoughts. For, for the world she had been a mere child and she had to keep everyone in that illusion, everywhen.

"Putri, come!" called Satrajit when he had scurried to the Yādava family. Pulling up a beatific beam, she twirled and hopped in her steps. Every step pulling her closer to where her Avyukta was, her giggles representing the ecstasy of the universe.

"What is your name, child?" Vasudeva smiled, noticing the way Kanha's gaze never left Satrajiti.

"Satyabhama." came the prompt, chirpy reply. The birds began singing melodies sweeter than honey as pleasant winds enveloped the arena.

Satyabhama, sang the universe, much like how the sound Om repeated itself over and over again.

Satyabhama, her name was like clouds weeping elixir, breathing life in barren lands.

"Satyabhama." Balarama repeated, almost in a whisper. "Beaming with truth. A jewel among women that you already seem like, little sister." he beamed as Ugrasena cooed at the child too.

"Indeed."

Devaki ran an affectionate hand in the midnight black tresses of the doe-eyed girl who in turn batted her eyelashes innocently, almost casting a spell on everyone. Krishna's feet drew him to his Bhama, her magnetism like that of the sun, and her petite frame only seemed to be squirming in front of his brawn one. A wine hued blush coated her cheeks as she lost and found herself in his lotus orbs at the same time.

"Satrajiti." he pronounced, his eyes bearing the purest form of love for his eternal consort.

'Priyatamā.'

"Rajkumar." she breathed, feeling him in her soul like she always did.

'Nātha.'

#satyabhama #kamsa #devaki #vasudeva #ugrasena #satrajita #satrajiti #krishna #krishnablr #kanha #ashtabharya #dhruvi writes

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smaptain-smerica · 2 years ago

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Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

Jet Lag

After finishing dinner at Mavericks house Bradley and I returned back to his. He held the door open for me as we entered the house.

"I'm sorry about leaving dinner out I'll clean it up." I said as I started to walk down the hallway. My arm was caught by Bradley who spun me around and brought me into a kiss. His lips were filled with a built up passion. I reciprocated it, realizing now how much I had missed the feeling of the tickle of his mustache.

His hands slid down around my hips and grabbed the back of thighs. He lifted me up and held me around his waist while still continuing the kiss. Bradley kicked open the door to the bedroom and took a more secure hold on my body. I laughed as I flew through the air to be slammed onto the bed.

Bradley crawled up on top of me, placing gentle kisses on my neck that made me giggle. "How could I not have known you looked so good in my shirts."

He swooped down to place a kiss on my lips and I smiled in response. I bit my lip and looked up into his honey brown eyes. "You think so?" I asked, snaking my hands up around his neck and tangling them in the back of his hair.

Bradley slid his rough hands under the shirt and up the sides of my skin. In between the words he spoke he placed gentle kisses on my lips. "I know so. But personally, it would look better, disregarded, and on the floor."

Bradley slowly slipped the shirt from my body and off my shoulders and then threw it dramatically onto the floor. I laughed with the largest smile spread across my face. He placed a long kiss on my lips before pulling away and smiling down at me. "I love you, y/n."

I smiled back up at him, my hands finding their home on either sides of his face. "I love you, Bradley."

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We fell asleep quickly after having sex for the first time since the accident. Bradley was almost as good in bed as he was in the air. Almost.

Although, it felt like as soon as I had fallen asleep the bed stirred next to me. I had gotten used to sleeping along so when I felt the bed shift it caused me to wake up.

I looked over at Bradley who was sitting up in bed now. He was hunched over slightly, His hands supporting him on the edge of the bed.

I flipped around and sat up myself, looking in his direction. "You okay?" I asked.

He half looked over his shoulder at me and then sighed. "I'm okay sweetheart. Go back to bed." His words were dry, lacking emotions. Something was off, it was one of those moments where you could just tell. I crawled over to his side of the bed and sat down next to him. I wrapped my arms around his bicep and then placed a gentle kiss on his muscular shoulder.

"Come on, you can tell me." I encouraged.

Bradley reached a hand over and placed it on my thigh, giving me a gentle squeeze. "I just can't sleep."

"Jet lag?" I asked.

Bradley shook his head. "No, I just- I hate the feeling I have after coming home from a mission. I only did low level bombings on buildings but still. I feel bad, it doesn't feel good anymore. It makes me feel like a horrible person."

It was becoming more clear to me that the toll of the back to back missions was wearing on his mental health. I was afraid he might be experiencing pilot burnout. It would be a shame for the Navy to lose such a good pilot. Of course, I understand the feeling. I wouldn't want him to continue to suffer.

I sucked my teeth a bit in thought. "How about you come teach with me? Come help me with the sessions at top gun. Teaching pilots might be a nice change."

"I thought hangman was helping you?"

I scrunched my face together and shrugged my shoulders. "He can sit out for a couple days. He'll live."

Bradley chuckled and nodded. "Okay, teaching. I think I could do that."

"I think you'd be great." I reassured him, shifting up to kiss him on the cheek. "Now let's go back to sleep." I crawled back over to my side of the bed as Bradley shifted over. He placed a kiss on my lips before sitting back up.

"Just you. I actually do have some jet lag and I'm not tired at all." I playfully smacked him on the shoulder to which he responded with a laugh.

"I'll catch up with you tomorrow after training." With that, Bradley left to the living room. My guess was to either watch tv or read a book. I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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Bradley's POV

I made my way down the hallways to Y/n's office. It was my first time back in the building since the last mission. Nothing had changed but somehow, felt completely different.

I passed by the new pilots as they excitedly made their way out the doors towards freedom. I remembered those days, leaving at the end of sessions was the best feeling.

Y/n had told me where her office was and I was navigating my way there. The hallways were quiet with all the staff and students dismissed for the day. The only thing I could hear were my shoes on the concrete until I rounded the corner.

I knew that y/n's office was at the end of the hall and I could hear yelling from all the way down the hall. Concern washed over me and my pace picked up to a jog to get to her door quicker. The closer I got the more I could make out what was being said.

"Get the fuck out! You're done here!"

"You're a bitch! And a tease!"

"You are expelled from this program! I want you gone tonight!"

The door to her office swung open so quickly that it almost hit me in the face. A tall, hard haired man stormed out of the room and down the hallway.

I caught the door and stepped inside. I saw y/n sitting in one of the chairs on the off side of her desk. Her elbows on her knees and head shaking in her hands. "Hey," I announced my presence as I stepped into the room and shut the door.

Y/n jumped when she heard my voice, looking up with concern and then relief before dropping her head back into her hands. I approached her, pulling up another chair to sit in front of her. "What just happened?"

"It's nothing." She grumbled into her hands. I reached out and took her hands into my own, forcing her to look at me. I noticed the reddening of her dominant ands knuckles. Something was obviously wrong.

"You can talk to me sweetheart." I tried to reassure her. She looked into my eyes with her beautiful e/c ones. They looked sad, distraught even.

"I don't want to. It's over now. I've gotta go do some paperwork. I'll meet you at the car." Y/n stood from her chair and began walking towards the door. I stopped her by grabbing her arm and she looked at me quickly. I brought my hands to her shoulders and brought her into a hug.

I had never known y/n to be the overly affectionate type, but I could tell she needed this by the way she sighed and rested her head into my chest. I stroked her back gently and rested my head on top of hers.

After a moment she broke from the hug, heading for the door and leaving. I took a moment to look around at her makeshift office. I noticed her keys on her desk and decided to grab them for her. Once I rounded the side of her desk I noticed two pictures in frames. One was of us on Penny's boat. I smiled and picked up the picture. I really, truly love this woman with all my heart.

I picked up the next picture to see it's of Maverick. A very young, very fit Maverick. There's no denying that he was a good looking man. That's definitely where y/n got it from.

"Bradshaw. As I live and breathe."

I turned around and saw Hangman standing in the door way, a smug smirk on his face. He left a bad taste in my mouth at the moment. We hadn't spoken since the fight I had with y/n. I felt a strange weight tug at my heart that was conflicting. I wanted so badly to hate him but I couldn't ignore what he did for Maverick and I on the last mission.

"Hangman, you look good."

We clasped our hands together and brought each other into a hug. "I'm sorry about the other day." Hangman began to apologize but I shook my head.

"Don't worry about it. We're all good now."

Hangman looked at me with a relieved smile before he looked behind me around the room. "Where's Wolf?" He asked.

"Oh she needed to go to the Admirals office. I think something happened with one of the students. They were screaming at each other and then he stormed out. She seemed pretty shaken up." I explained all this to Hangman knowing that he has been here to help y/n with training. Maybe he will know more about it. And I seemed to be right. Hangman rolled his eyes and let out an audible frustrated sigh.

"It's probably Ghost. He's been a real dick. Gave Wolf a hard time but she set him straight. Do you know what happened?"

I shook my head. "No. But he's being kicked out of the program so I guess it's bad."

"Damn." Hangman responded, shocked.

The three of us were going to The Hard Deck tonight to catch up and hang out. Rumor was that it was going to be karaoke night and Y/n was dying for me to sing Great Balls of Fire.

As hangman and I walked by the admirals office, the door suddenly popped open and Warlock looked at the both of us. "Lieutenant Seresin, we need to see you for a moment." Warlocks attention then shifted to me and he gave me a gentle smile. "Welcome back, Bradshaw."

"Thank you, Sir." I responded with a smile. Hangman entered the office and the door closed. I couldn't help myself, I loitered outside of the door and pressed my ear against the wall to try and hear what was going on. The talking was muffled as a deep voice spoke. I knew it was Cyclone. The only words I would make out of the conversation was Hangman raising his voice and saying; "I'll kill that bastard." And Cyclone responding; "keep your composure, Seresin."

I felt my gut twist. I hated not knowing what was happening. Based on their reactions I assumed that it was bad. Why wouldn't y/n talk to me about it? Was it her way of dealing with things, by herself? She had been alone for so long she was probably used to it. On the other hand, I couldn't comprehend why I was being left out of the conversation.

The door opening caught my attention, it was Hangman. He had a sullen expression as he met my eyes. "Come on, it's your turn."

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ferretrade · 2 years ago

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happy it’s order 63 thursday: sports au!!! have some: CODYWAN, MODERN AU, BOXER CODY

this got me to finally write a boxer!cody codywan fic and disclaimer it’s not done but I wanted to post some of what I have (when it’s done for real it will go on ao3, look out for that). second disclaimer it’s uhhh a little nsfw at the end specifically

Update: this was posted in full on AO3 here

Music pours through the already loud atmosphere, causing the crowd to start cheering.

I'm so confident,

Yeah, I'm unstoppable today…

"Well that's rather cocky, don't you think?" Obi-Wan drawls, wondering again how she let herself be dragged here. She's not against sport, especially as a fencer herself, but boxing? All that smacking around an opponent while a crowd jeers? It seems rather… uncivilized. Of course Anakin loves it.

"Shut up!" Anakin elbows her excitedly. "That's Rex's sister coming out!"

Obi-Wan sighs, already thinking about how long she has to stay to not be called old and boring. Considering it's a Friday night, her odds of leaving without an insult are low. And then—and then.

Her gaze catches on the woman entering the ring, not hamming it up as Obi-Wan expected, while Sia sings about being unbeatable. She stands proud and fierce. Focused. And she's, perhaps, the most gorgeous person Obi-Wan has ever seen.

Rex's sister, she remembers, and it's obvious in some ways. She has the same golden brown skin, the same dark eyes. But her hair is dark brown, near black, and wildly curly with a shaved side.

Her biceps are huge—she looks as if she could bench press Obi-Wan—and those thighs. She could die a happy death between those thighs. It turns out the sports bra and shorts uniform (if you can call it that) is the perfect vehicle to show off every beautiful muscle.

"Obi-Wan? Are you even listening to me?"

She blinks, barely tearing her gaze away. "Huh? Yes. What is it?"

Anakin rolls his eyes. "You can't even go a few minutes without zoning out? What were you daydreaming about—reorganizing your bookshelf?"

Your friend's sister's abs, she very politely doesn't say. "Tell me again how this works?"

Anakin gives her a look but launches into an explanation of the rules and structure of the match that she takes in more fully this time. Well, as fully as she can while thoroughly distracted by a gorgeous woman doing last minute stretches, adjusting her mouth guard, and smiling at someone outside the ropes of the ring. Finally, she catches her name over the speakers. Cody Marshall.

Obi-Wan is rapt when the first round starts; she’s big enough to admit she was totally wrong. Cody moves with precision, not aimlessly bashing an opponent but launching a tactful strategy. She dances around the ring, glove connecting with almost every hit, and her opponent looks tired after the first two minutes. It’s clear she’s incredibly talented. No, that’s an understatement. It’s not just talent—she outworks, outthinks, outcalculates her opponents.

The next two rounds go much the same, and Obi-Wan cheers with the crowd when Cody Marshall is named the victor.

The second Cody is off the stagelike ring, Obi-Wan itches to do something. She has to see her. Has to talk to her.

“See? I told you you’d like boxing,” Anakin crows, apparently having been gloating for some time.

Obi-Wan rolls her eyes. “Yes, yes, what a genius you are,” she says distantly. It’s possible Cody won’t be interested in her, but there’s just as much chance she’ll feel the same spark Obi-Wan has from afar. “In fact, I think I'd like to go congratulate the winner."

Anakin looks at her with a raised eyebrow. "Now? There's another match, and Rex is after that!"

She waves off his concern. "I'm sure I'll be back for that."

Despite Anakin's frown and confused look, Obi-Wan stands, pulling her long coat back on, and swooshes past him along the bleachers. It's easy enough to find the locker room area and slip inside. There are four matches tonight, but only a few athletes are still in the room and they're keeping to themselves.

Obi-Wan locates Cody easily. She's alone on a bench, hair wet from a shower and loose around her face. She went from orange shorts and a matching sports bra to dark jeans with a faded tank top and a moto jacket draped beside her. Obi-Wan watches for a moment as she laces up her boots and then moves forward.

"Hello there." Her voice is quiet enough to keep private and flirty enough to make her intentions quite clear.

Cody looks up appraisingly, head cocking to the side. Up close Obi-Wan can see her eyes are a deep, lovely brown and she has a scar from eyebrow to cheekbone. "Can I help you?”

“I hope so.” Obi-Wan smiles coyly. “I came to congratulate you.”

A smile flickers on Cody’s face. “Well then,” she gestures with a hand to the empty bench beside her. “Feel free to proceed.”

“You were amazing out there,” she says simply, taking a seat. “I don’t know much about boxing, but the way you fought? The strategy of it? I could see how brilliant you are at what you do.”

She catches Cody’s gaze and it feels hot on her skin. Cody’s even more attractive up close—everything about her is intense and deliberate and it's hot enough to make Obi-Wan combust.

“Thank you,” she finally says, voice low and honeyed. “I feel a bit at a disadvantage, though. You know who I am, and I don’t even know your name.”

Obi-Wan grins. “We can’t have that. I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi. My brother’s friends with your sister, actually—Anakin?”

Recognition flickers in her eyes. “Right. I’m glad he brought you tonight.”

“Mhmm, I really enjoyed seeing you,” Obi-Wan says deliberately. “And learning so much about the sport. Of course, Anakin can only tell me so much.” She sighs, as if it’s a real imposition, and twists an auburn lock around her finger. “Perhaps you’d be free to give me a crash course?”

Cody’s smile is heartstopping. “I’d love to. Anything for a fan.”

It’s Obi-Wan’s turn to smirk, and she knows she must look like she hopes to devour Cody. (She very much does.) “Don’t make promises you can’t keep up with, darling.”

Before Cody can retort, an unintelligible announcement over the speakers interrupts her. Her eyes go wide and she swears under her breath.

“Rexy’s up soon. I have to watch her,” she explains, jumping up. She shoves a phone and keys in her pocket and kicks a bag that Obi-Wan assumes houses her boxing gear under the bench. Her gaze lands apologetically on Obi-Wan. “Would you—do you want to come with me?”

“Anything for my favorite athlete,” Obi-Wan quips back with a quirk of her lips that Cody matches.

The rest of the matches pass in a blur, now that Obi-Wan is sat with Cody pressed against her side, her skin tingling at every brush even through the layers of clothing. Obi-Wan understands what’s happening well enough, but it’s clear Cody is comprehending it on another level as she mutters quietly and offers corrections to the air. All of it only further infatuates Obi-Wan; nothing is sexier than competence. When Rex wins, Cody impulsively wraps her into a hug—and god damn, Cody even smells amazing.

They’re back in the locker room after, and Obi-Wan gives Cody space to talk to her sister. She texts Anakin in the meantime, letting him know that while she had a great time, she has to head home for the evening and is very sorry if he wanted to do something else tonight. It’s a much kinder text than informing him she's ditching him for the possibility of a hookup. (A very good chance for a very good hookup, thank you very much.)

“So,” Cody drawls, sneaking up beside her. “Are you interested in that crash course tonight?”

A shiver runs through her. “Absolutely.”

Cody’s hand brushes nonchalantly against hers and Obi-Wan takes it. She’s not sure what this is yet—a one night stand or… something else. But she’s going to take it all.

“Cody!” A set of shrieking voices startles them apart and Cody is ambushed by two bouncy young women hugging her and tugging at her arm.

“You won!”

“I mean, we knew you would—”

“Obviously. But now we have to go out tonight—”

“Yes! You never celebrate anything. You have to because Rex won too!”

Obi-Wan watches with some amusement as Cody pushes them off exasperatedly. She would recognize that expression anywhere: siblings.

“I don’t have to do anything,” she grumbles, but Rex is suddenly there with an arm slung over her shoulder.

“C’mon, you wouldn’t leave me alone with the twins, would you, Codes?”

Cody groans, catching Obi-Wan’s eye. Sorry about this. Do you mind? she seems to say.

Obi-Wan gives a tiny amused smile and a nod. She can wait.

“Fine, fine.” Cody rolls her shoulder, dislodging Rex and stepping toward Obi-Wan. “And Obi-Wan’s going to join us.”

---

They end up in a queer bar not too far from the boxing venue, six of them squished into a booth. Obi-Wan managed to place herself on one end, with Cody beside her—followed quickly by Rex, Anakin, and two additional Fett sisters, Jesse and Kix. The bar is dimly lit and cozy; just the right amount of raucous with enough space to keep their party private.

Almost as soon as they’ve sat down, Rex, Anakin, Jesse, and Kix are off to get drinks, leaving Obi-Wan blessedly alone with Cody once more.

Cody leans in, a loose curl falling across her face. "Sorry to change plans."

"I'm flexible." Obi-Wan brushes her arm against Cody's. They could move apart with the others gone, but neither does. "And the night is young."

“It is,” Cody agrees quietly. Her hand moves boldly to Obi-Wan’s thigh, palm up. Obi-Wan meets her gaze, lacing their fingers together. How chaste, and yet it feels so secret and risque. The simple touch lights a fire. She wonders once again what it is they’re doing, landing somewhere between hookup and girlfriends. (And oh, Obi-Wan can see herself packing up a U-Haul at the slightest suggestion from Cody, when did she become such a stereotype?)

When the others return with drinks, they hold hands covertly under the table. If they suspect something—and Anakin does give her a few looks—they don’t say anything. Then again, she probably wouldn’t notice if they did. Obi-Wan finds she only has eyes for Cody. She listens to her every word, follows her stories, barely spares time to engage with Anakin when he needles her.

Obi-Wan only lets go of Cody’s hand when she slips out of the booth to find the restroom. She’s just finished washing her hands, thinking about how she can subtly convince the group to end the night early, when she finds she’s no longer alone.

She turns around to face Cody, a coy smile on her lips. “Hello again.”

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” Cody’s voice takes that low, raspy tone again as she pushes into Obi-Wan’s space. Rough fingertips brush across her cheek, finding their way into Obi-Wan’s short bob. Their lips meet, soft and slow at first.

Obi-Wan’s breath catches and she feels pleasantly dizzy. For a moment, she enjoys the gentle touch. Then, she kisses back hungrily. Her tongue pushes into Cody’s mouth, stealing a moan. She tastes like grapefruit lip balm and cheap beer and Obi-Wan melts.

When Cody pushes her back against the sink, Obi-Wan hooks a leg around her waist. Their lips part and she lets out a giggle as Cody squeezes her ass.

“We probably should—” Obi-Wan cuts off, dropping into a gasp when Cody’s mouth finds her neck and sucks at a sensitive spot. “Cody.”

She tangles her fingers in Cody’s hair, pulling her into another searing kiss. Which leads to another. And another.

The door swings open, causing the two of them to pull apart. Obi-Wan ignores the flush of her cheeks as much as she ignores the women eyeing them as they move to the bathroom stalls. She pretends to fix her hair in the mirror, until she catches Cody’s eye. Cody grins—eyes twinkling with mirth—and Obi-Wan kisses her one more time, mostly chaste. Mostly.

“We should get back,” she whispers and leads the way, drunk on Cody's taste and the warmth of her body.

Obi-Wan’s not sure how long they were gone, but the rest of their table seems considerably more drunk when they slip back into the booth.

“Obi-Wan! You’re here!” Anakin cheers loudly, the amiable drunk that he is. Her eyes narrow as she tries to figure out where he is on the drunken Ani scale (hopefully not so far as ending up half-naked, asleep in a bush).

Cody’s sisters are giggling and falling all over each other and trying to arm wrestle passing patrons. (The most impressive part is that Jesse has clearly won against the few who humored her.)

“I knew they would do this,” Cody rolls her eyes. “They always drink too much and I’m the one who has to make sure they get home.”

Obi-Wan frowns, but there’s nothing to say. She knows just as well what it means to be the responsible older sister.

Cody looks at her regretfully. “Raincheck?”

“Of course.” Obi-Wan smiles back softly. A desperate need coils in her stomach; Cody being sweet only makes her like her more. It will be worth it, she reminds herself.

They steal one last kiss as they wrangle their siblings outside and into their respective cabs. It’s only when she’s home, alone in her bed, that Obi-Wan realizes she didn’t get Cody’s number.

---

Anakin’s hungover when she wakes him up the next morning, but Obi-Wan doesn’t care. This is his fault, really.

“Do you have Cody’s phone number?” she asks, even though she didn’t see it in his phone, which she stole off his nightstand before she resorted to shaking his bed and poking his cheek until he groaned awake.

“Cody?” Anakin looks at her blurrily. “Rex’s sister?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan answers shortly. “Do you have it?”

He blinks, tilts his head up from the blanket burritoed around his face, then winces at the motion. His eyes slip closed for a long moment. “I knew you wanted to fuck her. Congratulating the winner, my ass.”

“Anakin,” she warns, bouncing a little on his bed to jostle him. He whines like an unhappy puppy. “Yes or no.”

“No,” he grumbles, staring daggers at her. “But. I know where she is.”

A thrum of electricity jolts through her before any disappointment can take hold. That could work. If she finds Cody, they can exchange numbers and maybe she’ll have the morning free to get breakfast or go to a museum or spend the entire day together fucking and falling in love. It has only been a handful of hours since they said goodbye, but Obi-Wan feels as if she’s going through a withdrawal. She can’t stop thinking about Cody—she even dreamed about calloused hands on her skin and grapefruit lip balm.

“Where?”

“Kamino Gym on 6th. She’s there every Saturday.”

Obi-Wan jumps to her feet. “Thank you.” She could kiss Anakin if he didn’t look so green. “There’s coffee and toast in the kitchen. And ibuprofen on the nightstand.”

Anakin lets out a muffled groan as he cocoons himself in blankets and snuggles back into bed. Obi-Wan barely notices, already out the door and Googling the best route to Kamino Gym.

It takes two trains and a brisk walk to get there, but Obi-Wan makes good time. The building she stops in front of is rather worn down, a large dirty sign proclaiming Kamino Gym: Boxing, Martial Arts, and Fitness over faded bricks. The gym is on the ground level, with several stories of apartments above.

Obi-Wan makes her way inside, finding the inside sleeker and more modern. There’s a desk at the front, but no one sits there, so she pushes past, feeling rather overdressed. It’s still early, so she doesn’t see many people as she gets into the main gym, but the ones she does are obviously wearing athletic gear. Nothing like her jeans and long, wool coat or perfectly done eyeliner and lipstick. But she’s not here for the exercise.

The large, main room has a boxing ring in the center and equipment all around it. To the side, there are doors to three other, smaller rooms. Obi-Wan focuses on the main room first, scouting out around the edges. If Cody is here to work out, surely she’ll be here. Unless she’s in one of the side rooms that seem to be for classes or private lessons? Or there's the locker room she passed in the hallway…

“Obi-Wan?” The voice startles her before she can determine what to do next—and it seems she doesn’t need to do anything.

“Cody.” She smiles, relieved and filled with a sudden burst of nervousness like static in her chest. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” Cody looks surprised to see her, but not upset. She’s dressed in fitted joggers and a loose tank top with low cut sides showing off perfect sports bra cleavage and strong arms. Her skin glistens with sweat, but even that’s attractive somehow, drawing attention to her toned body.

“It’s a gym,” Obi-Wan says, managing to find control of her tongue. “I’m here for that, obviously.”

Cody looks her over very deliberately, smirking. “Obviously.”

“Fancy running into you here. It’s a complete surprise, really,” she adds, nonchalantly. “And wonderful timing, seeing as there are no meddling siblings around.”

Cody laughs. “For now,” she agrees, pausing for a moment before taking Obi-Wan by the wrist. “Follow me.”

And Obi-Wan would, to the ends of the earth, she thinks. All Cody wants is to the front desk, which is much more reasonable.

She raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure we should be here?” she asks as Cody sits in front of the desk.

Cody gives her a look before laughing in amusement. “Obi-Wan, I work here.”

“Oh.” No wonder Anakin knew she’d be here. She grins, sitting beside Cody in an empty chair. The gym was quiet, but it’s even quieter up here.

“I’m glad you found me,” Cody says, dropping any playful pretense. “I’ve been thinking about you all night. I was going to beg Rex to help me find you again.”

Obi-Wan shivers with delight, basking in the reciprocation of these insane feelings she's having. “Now I know where you work, you’ll never be rid of me.” She’s teasing, but it’s a warning of sorts. A testing of the waters.

Cody looks at her with steady, serious eyes. “Good.”

It takes all of Obi-Wan’s willpower not to go down on her right here, right now. Or at least make out with her again.

Instead, she fumbles in her pocket to pull out her phone and shove it at Cody. “Give me your number. Now.”

"Bossy." Cody smirks, acquiescing easily.

Phone back in hand, Obi-Wan opens the new contact and quickly sends a text.

Go out with me.

A smile blooms on Cody's face when she reads it. "I work until 3…" she hesitates, looking torn. And Obi-Wan understands it. She wants right now. "But I do have a few sisters that owe me."

---

Obi-Wan expects Rex, Jesse, or Kix after Cody sends a text, but it's a new, younger Fett sister who strolls in fifteen minutes later.

"You're the woman from last night!" She exclaims upon seeing Obi-Wan, a splash of coffee jumping from her reusable cup when her arms gesture excitedly. "Oh my God, Tup's going to be so jealous. What's your name again? Are you dating Cody? That's amazing, if you are, she never sees anybody."

Obi-Wan chuckles while Cody glowers threateningly.

"That's enough, Wooley," she snaps. "How do you even know about last night?"

Wooley smiles cooly, setting down a tote bag and her coffee on the desk. "Jesse sent pics."

Cody sighs, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her palm, so Obi-Wan takes over.

"Well, I hope they were flattering," she says with a charming smile. "I'm Obi-Wan. And I'm not dating your sister—yet."

Wooley lets out a squeal of a sound. "I like you. I like her, Cody!"

Obi-Wan laughs. "And you're… Wooley?"

She smiles wryly. "Yes, I know, weird name. Better than my given name, though." She rolls her eyes. "My mom's a bit of a hippie. Willow Leaf. She hates that the others started calling me Wooley when they were little, which makes it even better really."

Cody's face is a bit pinched, like she was hoping to minimize Obi-Wan's contact with more sisters. But Obi-Wan is amused and there's not much Cody can do, other than shove on an oversized hoodie and a burnt orange beanie to try to get out the door faster.

"I'm rather fond of odd names, myself," she says, making Wooley beam.

"Alright," Cody interrupts. "Wooley, stay on the desk and try to get some cleaning done, will you? And tell the old man I'll handle payroll tomorrow. Rex has a private later and she better show for it. Kix has a class with the minis, and Tup can teach it, but Kix has to be there because Tup is underage."

"Yeah, yeah." Wooley waves dismissively as she takes Cody's seat. "I didn't just get here."

Cody snorts and flicks her curls. "Can you just say yes, I understand for once in your life?"

"Yes, I understand, Commander," Wooley mimics, making a cross eyed face as she does. "Sir, yes, sir."

"It's not too late for me to run away and become an only child," Cody threatens, no heat behind it.

Wooley smiles sweetly. "I'll believe it when I see it."

Cody shakes her head fondly, curls bouncing, and Obi-Wan takes it as her cue for them to leave.

"Lovely to meet you, Wooley!" she calls over her shoulder and then they're out the door on the street.

Once again Cody looks at her with her full attention, sizing her up in some unknowable way and seeming to come up with favorable results. "Let's get something to eat."

"Please."

They end up at a small diner that Cody knows, across from each other in a booth with peeling red seats. It smells like grease and burnt coffee and the waitress calls Cody, "hon," and asks after her grandmother.

This isn't the kind of place to order tea, so Obi-Wan asks for coffee, black, and Cody coerces her into ordering strawberry french toast to split instead of a fruit cup, only gently teasing her.

When the waitress steps away, for the first time since they met, an awkward silence falls over them. Obi-Wan fiddles with buttons on her coat, wondering where this fizzy nervousness came from. She’s good at flirting. She’s even good at flirting with Cody. But, for all their big talk, going out is something different. And Obi-Wan isn't good at that.

Yes, she'd had a serious girlfriend before, but Obi-Wan hadn't been a good one. She'd struggled to fit their lives together and bend to someone else's needs. So what was she doing here, with someone far more different from her than Satine?

"Tell me about yourself," Obi-Wan says, banishing those thoughts. This doesn't have to be anything serious, she tells herself. Stop moving so far ahead.

Cody raises a perfect eyebrow. "Really? Tell me about yourself?"

"What?" Obi-Wan feels her cheeks flush at being called out, but holds her head high. "I'm trying to get to know you. That's what this is about, isn't it?"

"Sure, I just didn't know I was here for a job interview. Tell me, are the benefits any good?"

Obi-Wan laughs, feeling her tension unwind. "Very. I pride myself on employee satisfaction." She runs her tongue over her bottom lip, pleased when she sees Cody's gaze drop.

"You've convinced me to fill out the application," Cody says dryly, earning a snort. "What do you want to know?"

She pauses for a moment, thoughtful. "Your sisters and you—you all work at the gym? And you're all boxers?"

"Yes and no," Cody answers. She picks up her water glass, swirling water around idly. "It's a family business, so for now we all work there at least part time. But Kix isn't long for it. I can tell she's working up the nerve to quit."

Obi-Wan hums in acknowledgement. “I can see why that'd be difficult."

Cody shrugs. "As for boxing, we're all trained, of course, but not all of them love it like me and Rex. We're the only ones competing. Well, and little Boba, I suppose. Not for lack of trying to get out of it."

"Boba?" Obi-Wan echos. "You have… five siblings?"

"Six," Cody grins sharply, something bitter in it. "The old man really wanted a son."

Obi-Wan can only blink. "It must have been chaos growing up."

She laughs softly. "Not that bad, actually. We're… decently spaced apart, I suppose. By the time Wooley was born, I was old enough to help out. Even with the twins, I've got five years on them. Rex was the only one I was ever really at odds with, and we mostly got along."

"So you're around Anakin's age," Obi-Wan says slowly as it occurs to her that, if Rex is about Anakin’s age and Cody is only a little older than her… that puts them all in the same age grouping. One several years younger than hers. She wonders if it’s weird. Even if Anakin’s hardly a kid anymore, he's still a baby to her.

"I'm twenty-seven, if that's what you're angling for," Cody supplies with a hint of a smirk.

Safely older than Anakin. Good. She's glad to close that worry down.

"Thirty-three," Obi-Wan says evenly. "In case you were wondering."

Cody nods a little acknowledgement, pausing the conversation as their food arrives. She thanks the waitress, then cuts a bite and holds it out to Obi-Wan. "Try it."

She leans forward and accepts, chewing slowly through the syrupy, fruity flavors. She may or may not let out a tiny moan.

"The best french toast in Coruscant, right?" Cody grins.

"Absolutely," Obi-Wan agrees, picking up her own fork. "Do you impress all your dates here?"

Cody pauses on a bite to stare inquisitively. "You don't have to do that. Make your questions softer," she says bluntly. "If you want to ask me if Wooley was right about me not dating much, you can."

Obi-Wan hesitates, unsettled but intrigued by being called out like this. "Well, do you date often?"

"No." She chews slowly on another syrupy bite. "I’ve hooked up with a few women, sure, but I haven't brought anyone around my family in a long time."

"That's what you were expecting with me," Obi-Wan says, suddenly feeling guilty for showing up out of the blue this morning. "Until I trotted myself around your family."

Cody gives a snort of a laugh, but her eyes are intense. "Obi-Wan, this has been something different from the moment I saw you. I don't know what it is, honestly."

"I don't either," Obi-Wan says softly. "But I'd like to find out."

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When they leave the diner, Obi-Wan feels emboldened enough to take Cody’s hand and insist she pick the next location. Which is how they end up meandering through Obi-Wan’s favorite, odd little museum. (Though Cody had wavered, insisting she was underdressed until Obi-Wan made her take off her hoodie and swap it for Obi-Wan’s coat. A very fine trade that left her breathing in Cody the whole afternoon.)

The museum is an old, grand townhouse with three stories stuffed to the gills with artifacts, books, paintings, sculptures, and anything the strange old man who lived here once collected. It’s taken Obi-Wan dozens of trips to feel like she’s noticed everything, give or take, and now she has someone willing to listen to her babble about what she finds interesting and the historic significance of that beetle specimen in the glass case, there. Not only does Cody listen, but she looks enchanted. Rapt.

It’s lovely—a sweet, quaint little date that, somewhere deep inside, Obi-Wan had always dreamed of. Well, until she turns it a bit sideways and pulls Cody into the single stall bathroom to make out.

Cody groans into her mouth and sucks at her bottom lip, before pulling away panting. Her lips are swollen and bitten-pink. Obi-Wan’s about to kiss her again, but Cody shakes her head.

“I have a rule against fucking in a public toilet." She frowns. “And if you keep that up, I’m going to break it.”

Obi-Wan grins, heart pounding. She moves the loose curls from Cody’s cheek, thumb brushing over warm skin. “I think we’ve seen enough art today, don’t you? And since this was my choice, it’s only fair you pick where we go next.”

“My place,” Cody says, barely louder than a whisper. Her head turns slightly, her mouth placing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s palm that makes her shudder.

“Sounds marvelous, darling.”

They hold hands and press thigh to thigh and steal tiny kisses the whole subway ride there, acting more like teenagers than Obi-Wan did even when she was a teenager. She’s still high on it when they get to Cody’s apartment; a simple, tidy studio. On any other day, Obi-Wan would be tempted to go through her stacks of books and examine the posters on her walls, but right now there’s nothing more important than getting her mouth on the beautiful woman who brought her here.

Shoes and coats come off first, and then Obi-Wan's straddling her on the tiny couch, pulling her tank top off between kisses. Obi-Wan runs her fingers over the expanse of warm brown skin, playing with the edge of Cody's bra until she's able to work it off over her head.

She touches first, fingertips ghosting over the curve of her breast, and follows quickly with her mouth. Cody whimpers softly when Obi-Wan sucks a nipple into her mouth, running her tongue around it.

Cody's hands twist in her hair, making her sigh. She works downward methodically, sinking to the floor so she can leave sloppy kisses over ribs and abs and finally tug at Cody's waistband.

"I want to eat you out," Obi-Wan says, low and reedy, when Cody gives her a questioning look. It evokes a delicious moan and Obi-Wan thinks for a second about going back up for another kiss, but Cody's already pulling off her pants and underwear with fumbling hands.

Obi-Wan presses a kiss to her wrist and helps her step out of them and then. Then she has a gloriously naked woman before her, thick thighs spread wide in front of her face. She licks her lips and begins.

#codywan #order 63 #i love this fic so much personally it's just. tenderness and uhaul lesbianing and hypercompetent disasters herding cats aka their siblings #i can't wait to finish it #abp fic #also talk to me about names because i thought SO HARD about the fett sisters' names #and you don't even get to see any of them except wooley's explained

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babybatscreationsv2 · 2 years ago

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Choose your own fic part 11 (End)

Prompt: Peter is on a really terrible date when he spots Tony across the club.

Update: Tony picks up the pace

Choose your own tag

"More," Peter moans. He clings to Tony's biceps as he pushes in deep. Slowly, he moves faster, finding the rhythm that has Peter moaning like a whore while Tony pants over him. Quentin's phone call is completely forgotten thanks to Tony fucking him so good that his legs shake and he can barely keep them wrapped around his waist.

"Fuck, Peter," Tony moans. His lips are against his neck, brushing kisses and the occasional scrape of his teeth against his skin.

"So close," Peter whines. His moans turn to high, whimpery, sounds when Tony's hand finds his cock. He tries to hold on, he doesn't want it to end, but it's too good and he gives in near screaming when he cums. Tony moans against against his skin, his hands squeeze his hips as if he might run away and just a moment more before he cums, too.

Tony stops and he kisses his way from his neck to his lips. Peter's drowsy in the haze of his orgasm and his kiss is lazy and made difficult by the smile on his face. When Tony stops he's smiling back.

"Can I convince you to stay the night so we can do this again?" he asks.

Peter grins. "You'd have a harder time convincing me to leave."

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AN: Thanks to everyone who played along 😊 I think we'll be doing this again sometime, it was really fun. Also, I'll be putting all of the parts together in one post so that it's easier to read if you want to read the story a second time or if you're just finding this. I'll use the same "you choose" tag so it'll be at the top if you use the link above

#starker #you choose

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paguelyvagan · 2 years ago

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12 days of writer's self love.

desafortunadamente I'm largely (chewing on a metal bar) about posting snippets these days buuuut I'll jabber. and just keep updating this post honestly. a bitch is nitpicky.

content warnings: discussion of sexual assault. said discussion entries are marked in red.

12/1 HUG

His palm slid along the grain of her bicep, revoking what felt too near an embrace — by comparison, the cradle of Ileanor’s hands seemed almost sisterly. Still, it was too late.

The curve of her waist had branded his nerves like hot iron.

sooo much of the intimacy I've worked with in valley is about repression and resisting and this roiling boil of touch starvation, desire and emotion that is constantly threatening to spill over and sizzle on the stove. in related news, I hate electric burners.

touch is big theme and it's everywhere in my work, and embraces so often come at emotional highs in the heat of arguments or tears or confessions or we shouldn't, but's. I'm enamored of how I do touch. it's one of my better strengths. even the chaste is unchaste. and all my best hugs come after these poor saps trying and failing* to keep their hands to themselves.

*(not to be confused with nonconsensual touching; personally I find 'forbidden hugs' much more compelling than unwanted ones. I am looking directly at you, high school english teacher.)

12/2 CROWN

Moonlight clung to the horizon like the last drop of pinewater, dashing a fading tryst between the clouds and Bittering crown.

aside the fact that 'crown' is one of my preferred cranial terms, it's lesser used for things on heads than one might expect for a story with so many aristocratic shenanigans. you'll find it most in scenic descriptions, primarily in discussing trees and forests. they're popular to say the least.

working on valley has certainly taught me atmosphere. trial by fire. but when you have a magic forest you'd best get creative with your arboreal motifs.

12/3 REPULSED

“I will ask you once more,” he spoke when she’d drunk full of his savagery, and become sick of him. “Just. Once. Lovely Ileanor, end all this suffering. Come home with me. Be my bride.”

rejection is our poison of choice. justified or not, Ileanor's repulsion has a body count: and babes, it stacks. unfortunate? very. but if violent powerful old men ever deigned to take 'no' for an answer, what would I have a to write about??

12/4 BLOOD

“This imposition of mortal nannying has left you grievously unwell,” he uttered. “Whatever’s led you to believe you might strike me does not care for your welfare.”

Rage rose in Ileanor’s throat; it had always been there, sleeping inside the fear. She dragged the heel of her palm through the blood pooling between her lips. “Don’t t-touch me,” she choked — braver than she felt, cheeks smeared red with sticky, coppery defiance, “and I won’t have to.”

vampires. what else is there to say??

okay a lot, I guess. Valley is very bloody. I like blood. it's colorful, you know? really makes a scene pop. I love a good sexy vampire and I certainly hope to write a few someday, but Talgot Valei is not one of them.

what I think I appreciate most about the motif of blood in Valley is its role in my various shots at inversion. in the unsexy vampire narratives, blood-sucking has heavy connotations of SA and related assault allegories. the SA is the undercurrent, there to accentuate the blood in the narrative forefront.

and I am NOT knocking historical vampiric use to discuss themes of SA. but what I think is significant with my use is that the blood-sucking (that is too gentle a word, honestly. do we have a better one yet?) accentuates the rape, instead. yes. rape. Valley is a story about rape.

12/5 FLOWER

“Red suits you,” spoke Petyr at last — how long had they walked in silence? His words were stiff and strange. “Rather like a rose. You’ve got the thorns, eh?”

Ileanor scowled. “Do you compare all your dalliances to trees and bushes, or am I special?”

“I’m to marry you, aren’t I?”

“Should nothing happen to compromise the matter, I suppose so.”

“Frigid as ever, I see.” This was better — petty insults and animosity. Petyr scoffed and looked to the sky. “Well, if a bitter bride is what you want to be!”

Petyr has gone from a two-bit afterthought of minor antagonist to an amazingly developed antivillain, and that label is reductionist at best. I'm so proud of who he is and what his arc is going to be, as an ally, enemy, loved and lover, foil, and — ultimately — a messy, mortal man.

also I owe him a thousand apologies. I'm very sorry Petyr.

12/6 CLOTHING

“You’ll need another one at the throat. Hel-ka Berella wore common style.” He held them to her neck, then touched her arm. “Lay it along your chest for me.”

“All this secondhand heritage.” Ileanor sighed, smoothing the tails flat between her breasts. “How do you know what my mother wore?”

“I don’t, really.” Illyka tied the tails at her collarbone. “It’s just that mine wore the same.”

I'll happily admit that when I first started designing Ileanor's weddingwear, I had no idea how significant it would eventually become to Valley, its worldbuilding, its plot, its themes, its lore and its comps. I've spent years on chapa, and have had such amazing help and insight from friends, including the amazingly talented Izie, who lurks offline. (💙)

I could not possibly encapsulate the role chapa plays in Valley in a few sentences, so I'll just conceptualize it. Chapa is (typically) a three-piece wedding costume comprised of a coord/dress, coat, and elaborately (and customizably) knotted overskirt and harness.

Ileanor inherits her wedding clothes from her long-late mother. Or maybe they're older than that. Who knows!

12/7 GOD

But the stooped, scarf-swaddled duskfall goddess opposite him, the Veiled Crone — now this was a curiosity! She’d swallowed the sun, so the stories went, centuries ago, and would have swallowed the valley next had Talgot not bound her beneath the earth and taken what remained as his prize.

There was power in worship, Ilyka had been told many times, and so it was severely criminal to even speak her name — lest her insatiable appetite rise again.

12/8 MUSIC

Ilyka knew the ballad well. What struck him was how it tumbled anew from her tongue, heavy as a well-spiced tea and clumsy with drink. He felt a man without rest, seeking the seams where the girl he’d known fit into this heartworn creature sat against her forebears, disheveled and glossy with the night preceding.

12/9 DANCE

“Perhaps.” Talgot offered a heavy-ringed hand and a deep bow. “A dance, helta?”

Ileanor wanted to vomit, but she paused to look around. The worst proved true: Talgot’s presence and all his pompous entreat had drawn a great deal of attention. She clenched her jaw and fantasized of murder, then took his hand.

“Just one.”

Talgot pulled her flush against his imposing frame. “I ask nothing more.”

12/10 MAGIC

12/11 KISS

12/12 ENDING

#12 days of writers self love #notas.#writing events.

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