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ominoose · 9 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 · 5 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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fitgothgirl · 1 year 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 · 8 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 · 3 months 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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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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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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shes-an-iso · 2 years ago

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I've received some interest in the cosplay, so here are more detailed pictures!

Here are the pieces, front and back.

PICTURED: Chestpiece, shoulders, thighs, calves, biceps, forearms.

I cut all the circuits by hand with reflective tape, so they glow in flash photography! It's a really nice effect that I used for all of my TRON cosplay. The suit itself is made out of craft foam and coated in Plasti-dip, which waterproofs/insulates the material to keep it safe. It actually rained a little during our photoshoot and the suit wasn't affected at all! It was a perfect Grid setting. The disc hub fits the Spinmaster Deluxe Tron Legacy Identity Disc.

The zentai suit: Size SM ordered from Zentai-Zentai.com. There are velcro patches on the thighs where the pieces attach, to help them stay up when walking.

The wig: ARDA WIGS "Rufio" Classic in Deep Brown (CL-077). This wig is currently on Backorder on Arda's website, so this is hard to find. It's a wonderful wig with great volume for Beck's hair.

FOR ALL PIECES: $150USD (shipping not included) DM me to claim! I'll update this post when it sells. I have only worn this suit once, pictured in the photoshoot at the start of this thread! Everything is in wonderful condition as I've kept it safe from dust, weather, etc. all this time. This was a true labor of love for me, and it was an honor to wear the TRON symbol on my chest. I hope to pass it onto someone else to have more adventures in on the Grid! <3

/end of line_

Question... Would anyone be interested if i sold my Renegade Beck cosplay? (sans the disc that's a prized possession haha) I still have all the armor pieces, the wig, and the zentai suit. I'd love for it to be passed onto someone else in the TRON community who would love it, too, and brick Beck to life. Zentai is size SM, I'm 5'2" and a 32B chest but I wore a binder for this cosplay. So yeah! It's emotional but I know that it deserves to be worn more instead of just being in my closet! Let me know if any of y'all are interested. <3

#tronblr #tron #beck #uprising #my cosplay

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lilacliquors · 2 years ago

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kinktober day thirty one: uniform sex

pairing: soldier boy x reader

word count: 408

notes: holy shit, day thirty one! all of kinktober has been completed, and i wanna thank everyone who sent in requests back in august for making this possible. we really made it the whole month, and i'll be able to go back to taking requests again! a reminder that my list of characters has been updated, but on desktop pinned posts are disappearing on my end, so i can always reblog the list!

as always, likes are appreciated and reblogs / comments / asks are highly recommended. happy kinking <3

you didn’t even have a chance to greet him when you opened the door. all you heard was the clang of his shield hitting the ground and the thump of his boots on the ground as his gloved hands grabbed your waist and pulled you to him. his lips captured yours in a feverish kiss, his grip was bruising, and he guided you back towards your bedroom.

“mm, ben…” you moaned, holding onto his biceps as you stumbled backwards, the backs of your legs hitting the mattress.

“no talking, need you,” he murmured, letting go of you so you could fall back to the bed. he wasted no time in practically ripping your pants from your body and tossing them aside, then brought his hand to rest over your clothed pussy. nimble fingers began to toy with your clit over the fabric, making you whimper and squirm.

“so fuckin’ wet for me already, huh? like it when i manhandle you?” he grunted, and all you could do was nod. he chuckled and pulled his hand away, and you whined as he pulled his uniform’s pants down just enough to take his cock out.

“shit, you see how fuckin’ hard for you i am?” he asked, hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties and ripping them from your body. he wasted no time in lining himself up with your sopping cunt and pushing himself in, groaning as your legs wrapped around his waist. he began to rut into you, bracing himself with his palms flat on the bed, his arms flexing with each thrust.

“so fucking wet for me, so tight, fuck babe,” he grunted, his hips slapping against yours. you were simply a gasping and moaning mess beneath him, words failing you as he hit your sweet spot repeatedly.

“shit babe, gonna fuck cum in this pretty little pussy, gonna make it all mine,” he panted, and you nodded.

“do it, please…” you whimpered, reaching down to rub at your clit. with his thrusts combined with the stimulation against your clit, your orgasm took you by surprise, making you clench around him. and that sent him over the edge. his hips stilled as he came, and his head dropped to your shoulder, giving him access to the exposed skin of your neck. you brought your free hand up to his hair, carding your fingers through it gently.

“missed you,” he mumbled.

“missed you more,” you whispered.

#atomwritez #soldier boy smut #soldier boy x reader #atomwritez kinktober2022 #kinktober2022 #kinktober 2022

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ezra-iolite · 3 years ago

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More Pirateformers AU Stuff... Cause I can't draw for the life of me

Art is hard, man... I've tried so many times by now to draw Asya during my free time, but nothing seems to work in showing off how I imagine her to look.

I always say that I'm a better writer than an artist, so you know what? I'll do just that!! Consider this a placeholder for the debut of Asya's human appearance, and allow me to use this post as a writing canvas instead! Plus, this will all help me to remember how I want her to look later on, since I can describe things way better than I can draw them.

So for now, enjoy another rambling of mine for how Asya will look in @tigracespace Pirateformers AU... and after I post this, I'll do a quick story about how she'll most likely join the Immortal Sun~

Asya's Appearance:

Those who meet Asya will always notice how colourful she is upon their first meeting, mainly from her vibrant and multicolored array of long, open ruffle skirts and lace tops under equally colourful corsets, the African dot art and matching colourful makeup she wears across her ebony face, and her beloved sapphire and ruby encrusted rings on her long, black dreadlocks. These bejeweled golden rings are scattered across her entire head of hair, and are symbolic of her bond with her husbands as they bear the main colour of each lover. To ensure she doesn't get hit in the eye when her hair is let down, she is never without her beloved headband, a silk cloth bandana usually folded into a strip over the crown of her head, allowing it to more easily display its ethnic patterns of many more colours that draw the eye.

Once a person adjusts to the living explosion of colour standing before them, they'll be able to take in her more intimate and defining features beneath the decorative attire and makeup. Some of which include:

Her intimidating height (tall but average for a man, but as a woman she will often tower over many others, both men and women alike... which she loves seeing the reactions of from a person's first impression of her)

Her aquiline/Roman nose she inherited from her father

Her toned physique (got abs for days due to her hobby of athletic training growing up, and this is how she gained Knockout's attention when they became more serious in their relationship... What can I say? He likes them big and strong~)

Piercing sky blue eyes, which sometimes grow narrow and slit-like when she is furious and about to attack

The scars that litter her entire body, mainly the two thin scars over her left eye, a large straight scar going across the side of her head from the temple to behind her ear, with said ear bearing a small chip at the top, a short but thick scar over her left bicep and calf, and three jagged claw marks over her belly/abs.

She gained all but her belly scar in her youth, but as to who or what caused them... You'll have to wait and see~ ;3

Sharp upper canine teeth that she often uses on an enemy's exposed neck in a blind fury during up-close and personal battles

And finally, her prized possession... her father's claw gauntlets, ones she stole before she escaped her homeland. Crafted from what appears to be orange draconic scales, her gauntlets bear unbreakable talons/fingers that allow her to slice through flesh like a hot knife through butter, grip anything she can jump onto and climb it with ease without losing her grip, and create sparks capable of starting fires on flammable surfaces or objects with a snap of her metal talons.

..... Now onto the story, which I'll post tonight, hopefully~

**Update: She has been drawn!!! My art style still looks like crap, but I'm so proud of how she looks! 😍**

#tigracespace #dimorphodon x #cuppajj #ezra iolite og work #Before you ask yes her father was prideful and greedy ¬w¬ Hinty hint

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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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