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nocluejustexisting · 2 months
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DYNAMO | Steve Rogers x Reader | masterlist
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HYDRA has made their share of human experiments. You're just one of them. One of the least successful ones. One of the least functional ones. At least your life in the facility gave you a few things: unwavering resilience, cool(ish) superpowers and a great sense of humor. Steve Rogers would strongly disagree with that last one. A single chance encounter with him reluctantly brings you into the Avengers Compound, and you're determined to make his life as miserable as you can. Feeling's mutual.
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An Enemies to Lovers, Steve-needs-to-relax sort of story. No use of Y/N on this one, been keeping the reader's physical descriptions low too! The white girl of the image is just used for the lightning vibes.
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warnings/keywords: mentions of human experimentation, violence, cursing, sexual tension, low self esteem, mentions of death, stressed!steve) This series contains explicit content (smut and other mature themes). Please heed the warnings and read responsibly!
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status: ongoing
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AO3 | Playlist (coming soon!)
part 1: THE CATALYST part 2: CONDUCTIVE ACCORDS part 3: FRICTION SURGENCE part 4: ENTROPY part 5: OF MOMENTUM** part 6: ENTHALPY** **contains smut
Let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist! /currently tagging: @ nekoannie-chan @ alessandraavengers @ js-favnanadoongi @ bean-bean2000 @ masterofnonesstuff @ reejero @ agentxx92 @ mimimarvelingmarvel @ spn-imagines-fics
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nocluejustexisting · 4 months
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The after (currently being updated)
Summary: The only remaining survivors on earth begin a new life, only to be haunted by ghosts of the past.
Set after the 100 final episode.
01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08.
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nocluejustexisting · 5 months
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Bounty Hunter - Masterlist
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Bellamy Blake x Grounder!reader series.
Warnings: swearing, mentions of death and blood, descriptions of injuries, violence.
This serie starts at season 2 and then continues throughout the storyline of the show.
Main Masterlist.
Dark Brown Hair, Brown Eyes.
Grounder.
Revenge.
Pain.
Goodbye.
No.
When Time Is Right.
Death.
Free.
Distraction.
Quite A Pair.
Brother.
A Sense Of Humor.
Karma’s A Bitch.
No Way Out.
It’s All Over.
Borrowed Time.
Betrayal.
The Attack.
I Love You.
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nocluejustexisting · 6 months
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Ahh steamy
A Part of Me
Bellamy Blake x Reader
Summary: Two leaders of the Skaikru are ready to live and die for their people but what does it take to confess how they feel about each other?
Word Count: 4246
Warnings: Canon level violence, jealousy, anger, fighting, smut, switch, a little rough then very intimate, cumplay, filth, fluff, angst, softness, care, longing, pining, so many romantic feels it doesn't even look like I wrote this.
A/N: I literally couldn't do anything before getting this fic out of my system. Y'all, this fic says a lot more about my love for Bellamy than my actual writing skills LOL. This is my husband, idc what anyone says. And the guava wood info is backed up by yours truly who once made my own bow and arrows. Ah, good times.
Anyways, is this a new fic while I'm on hiatus? Yes. Does that mean I'm off hiatus? No.
Also there's music rec for this fic because y'all just need to feel this, put it on loop and vibe with me mofos.
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The rustle of vegetation echoes into the night, uncomfortably loud as Bellamy walks through it. Self-awareness heightens at the contrasting steps of the woman beside him, calculating and silent.
“How do you manage to be so quiet?” he asks, the anxious annoyance in his voice hiding the relief that she could adapt so quickly to such a harsh environment.
“I’m not that quiet, you’re just loud,” she responds, trying to contain a smug smile and focus on the current mission.
“Then I guess you’re going to have to teach me your tricks, Y/N/N.”
“Maybe, Bell. Maybe.”
“Promise?” He teases. Y/N finally looks at him with an affirmative grin before changing the topic.
“Listen, we gathered enough stones to make the arrowheads and it’s getting late. I say we go back to camp and try to get wood some other time.”
“You sure? We can go further, the guava trees are close and it's gonna take too much of our time to get all the way out here again later on,” he speaks pensively before taunting. “And weren’t you the one fighting over how much we need that specific type of wood?”
“Hey, I’m just worried about how we're going to defend ourselves if we run out of resources to make bullets. We need to adapt, Bell,” she defends before mulling over their options. “Eh, but you’re right, let’s keep going. Like i said before, guava wood is strong and malleable, so it will be easier to make bows than with any other wood around, and at the same time they’ll make durable weapons. Whoever said the meek inherit the earth must’ve never heard of natural selection.”
“Wait,” he whispers, on high alert. “Something’s wrong.”
The two continue going deeper into the woods, choosing to risk dealing with the dangers that come with dusk. Y/N nerves tone down slightly once the moon is visible, and in a brief moment of distraction, she allows herself to become entranced with the moonlight filtering through the leaves. She's brought back into focus when Bellamy unexpectedly clasps onto her shoulder, stopping them both in their tracks.
Before Y/N's senses can fully tune in and register what made Bellamy agitated, he throws her the floor with him.
He looks back to see a spear sunken on the ground where Y/N had stood. His andrenaline spikes, and he simply doesn't have the time to feel the blood running down his arm from where the spear grazed him.
The man tackles her to the ground, striking her with a punch that splits the skin of her cheek. But the element of surprise doesn't keep Y/N down for long. She manages to put some distance in between them and shoots the grounder in the head before he can cause any more damage. As soon as the body hits the floor, four others appear from behind him. Y/N pulls the trigger, only to come to a dreading realization.
“Grounders!” He yells before they both raise their guns to a group that emerges from the shadows. They're effective in fight; one covers while the other reloads, working back to back, and keeping this dynamic going as if its second nature.
That is until one of the grounders manages to get too close to Y/N
“I’m out of ammo, Bell!” she yells before pulling out a blade from her holster. Using her position, she kicks the closest man off his feet and uses her speed to slide in between the two others. The blade cuts the back of a man’s knee and severs the achilles tendon of another, bringing both down to Y/N's level before she slashes their throats.
Bellamy catches up, shooting the rest of the grounders in the head before turning to the last remaining enemy. The man runs towards him, and Bellamy pulls the trigger
But no shots fire.
Fists rise in preparation but before anything can happen, something flies past Bellamy and sinks into the grounder’s chest. The man falls back, immobile, with an arrow buried in his heart.
When Bellamy turns, Y/N's bloody image greats him, holding a bow that belonged to one of the dead.
“See? I told you it’s all about adapting, Bell.” she utters with a faint smile as the brutal aftermath of the battle starts to settle in. Bellamy doesn't smile back and run towards her to check where so much of the blood coating her came from. His eyes are wide as he works with his hands, scanned Y/N and trying to make sense of where the bleeding was coming from.
“It’s not mine. Turns out cutting someone’s throat isn’t the cleanest job in the world,” she clarifies, pulling a rag from her pocket and cleaning her face from splattered blood. Bellamy still wears a panicked look, leading Y/N to reassure. “I’m not hurt, Bell.” she confirms once again beforetaking his hands in hers. The gesture is enough for him to pull her into a tight hug.
The two make quick, careful work in their returning, armed with blades and other weapons they picked up from the grounders. When they finally reach. camp, they are met by Octavia, who was getting ready to search for the late duo.
"You know, O? You make knife fights seem way too easy." She greets, walking in Octavia's direction, who in turn takes in Y/N's bloody clothes.
"I take it our sparring sessions did you good. You followed my advice?"
"Yeah - Aim for the throat. Slash, don't stab. Make it deep." Y/N recites before Octavia embraces her in bear hug, letting out a deep muffled breath.
"I would take you as my second if I could."
"Ha, yeah right," She teases, pulling away and giving a knowing look. "Don’t start getting cocky on me, girl. I'm older than you, and you might be better with a blade but I'll always beat you at grappling."
"You can't grapple if you can't get close enough."
"Oh, you wouldn't see me coming unless I wanted you to."
Bellamy watches them go back and forth, unable to contain a satisfied smirk. Y/N treats Octavia as her younger sister, playful and competitive yet always protective. Before their banter can turn into a sparring session, an approaching voice makes itself knwon.
“Bellamy!” A girl calls out before running into the man with a force that nearly knocks him off his feet.
Y/N catches Octavia rolling her eyes, both of them knowing exactly who that girl is; one of the few people in camp who tries to sleep their way into a leadership position, uncaring of hard work or proving themselves to their people. Y/N raises her brow at the sight of the girl smothering Bellamy with a hug.
“What happened? Do you need me to help you with anything?” The girl speaks in a high pitched that easily gets onto Octavia's nerves. Bellamy lets out a dry “No, I’m fine.” before getting suffocated by another embrace.
“I missed you.” she whines.
Y/N finally gets tired of the scene, giving Octavia a look that warns her to behave before heading to her tent. Bellamy immediately takes notice of Y/N distancing herself and politely pushes the clinging girl away.
“Yeah, uh- I need to debrief so I’ll to talk to you later.” he dismisses before jogging towards Y/N's tent. He catches up to her, watching her beside her tent, washing the blood stains from her face.
“Clarke’s gotta take care of that arm before it gets infected, Bell.” she advises without facing him.
“Clarke’s busy,” the lie spills easily from his lips, a lie he's used to telling. “Could you help me out?” Y/N answers by drying herself and entering the tent. While searching for her medical kit, she asks.
“Who was that?”
Bellamy feels a rush of embarrassment. He didn’t expect the question, but being prepared wouldn't have helped when the answer was that he didn’t remember.
“Uh... Stephanie?” he guesses, head lowering and eyes casting downwards. “Kathy? I'm not sure.”
“Hey, no need to be ashamed." Y/N's words cause the man behind her to lift his gaze. "We all need to relax sometimes, I’m guilty of it myself. There are some guys here at camp whose name I definitely should be remembering, so I can’t exactly judge you.”
Bellamy would be lying if he said jealousy didn’t burn in his chest, that dismay didn't flood his senses. But she wasn’t his, she never was.
Not even during that one night.
They never spoke of the night they had mere days after landing on Earth, of what happened when they felt free and invincible, oblivious to how dangerous the ground could be. Bellamy would be lying if he said Y/N’s moans didn’t fill his dreams, that he wasn't haunted by the ghost of her tongue sliding against his skin. But after they understood the true implications of being leaders, they left that night to the past.
Y/N didn’t belong to him, though by now he felt he couldn't belong to anyone but her. There were parts of him that were only for her eyes, for her to know, witness, experience. His weaknesses and vulnerabilities were strongly guarded, yet she could reach them with such ease.
“I hope you weren’t fast to forget my name after we got together.” he speaks with a weak chuckle, a horrible attempt to defuse the tension between them.
Y/N looks at him with nothing but a raised brow, surprised and intrigued as to why he would mention that night. Forcing herself to brush it aside, she walks up to him with the medical kit in hand.
“You got cut in the upper arm, right?” she checks, but Bellamy responds by gently taking the kit from her. 
Let me take care of you first, his actions say.
Her expression protests, You’re worse than me, but he doesn't care.
They often have these silent conversations, which is apparently the consequence of two people spending so much time together trying to take care of their people. Pulling out cotton and antiseptic, Bellamy places a hand to the side of Y/N’s face to keep her still while he cleans the split skin of her cheek. Y/N winces at the sting, and Bellamy sooths her with the caress of his thumb.
“I’m sorry.” he whispers, brows furrowed in concentration.
“Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt that much.”
“Not just for that. I should’ve listened to you when you told me to get back to camp. I just-” he hesitates, losing his words. Bellamy isn't one to falter, so Y/N presses.
“You just what?”
“It’s... It's just hard for me to know when I should be acting in favor of your safety or the safety of our people..."
Trying to digest those words, Y/N attempts to meet his gaze, but he has laser focus on the proper cleaning of her wound.
"... Especially when a part of me wants to put you above everyone else."
That was a confession if she’s ever heard one, a dangerous one. Y/N battles the sudden influx of emotions, torn between wanting to give in and fearing how that would affect them as leaders.
Fortunately, hers was a small wound, so Bellamy finishes by applying an antibiotic salve before taking a selfish second to caress her jaw with the back of his hand and gift her with a relieved smile. With Y/N finally cared for, Bellamy relaxes and shrugs off his jacket, sitting on her bed so she can see the wound on his arm.
She looks at him as if asking Can I touch? and he nods in approval.
After analyzing the cut, Y/N uses a wet towel to clean the dry blood surrounding it and proceeds to prepare needle and thread. Grabbing moonshine from the side of her bed, Bellamy takes a swing, hands forming into a fist and inhaling to prepare for the pain that's to come. He's starting to lose count of how many of his wounds she's stitched.
Y/N knows that no amount of familiarity with a needle could make anyone hate it any less, so she places her hand above his and gives an encouraging nod - a reassurance and a silent Thank you for having my back. Once needle pierces skin, Y/N decides to distract Bellamy with a truth she should’ve already voiced.
“You didn’t make that decision alone. I agreed to it, led us all the way there in the first place. We’re both at fault but we work with the best knowledge we have and we always put our people above all.” Those are her final words before she finishes stitching and bandaging his arm.
But that always was a lie.
There were parts of her selfish enough to want to prioritize the man in front of her. But people in a position such as theirs couldn’t allow themselves to be selfish.
Just as they finish, Jasper enters the tent with a glass of moonshine in hand and a slight sway to his walk.
“Hey, there’s a party going on and you guys are missing it. You joining or what?” he invites with a devious smile.
Bellamy looks to Y/N, accepting her nod and answering. “Sure, we’ll be right there. And next time, give the heads up before entering someone’s tent.”
“Okay, bossy belly.” Jasper mocks as he leaves. Y/N couldn’t contain her laughter, but after giving herself a minute, she goes back to being professional.
"You can go ahead, I need to change into fresh clothes.”
“Yeah, me too. See you at the bonfire?” He asks with hopeful look on his face, standing up from the bed.
To his surprise, Y/N hugs him.
It's not one of the thousands hugs they've shared, the recurrent 'thank god you’re alive.' No, this was 'I’m doing this just because', something Bellamy was strangely unused to.
“Sure, meet you there.”
After changing, Bellamy sits at the bonfire with his people while he waits for Y/N. She takes a bit longer than he expected, so he felt excites when his senses pick up a presence lingering behind him. His heart races when the person hugs him, a tender feeling daring take over and he can't help but smile. This is definitely something he can get used to.
Bellsmy only realizes who the person hugging him truly is when they speak at the same time he catches sight of Y/N at the other side of the bonfire.
“Hey, Bell.” Stephanie or Tiffany or whatever the fuck her name is whispers into his ear.
Y/N watches him attentively, wearing a stone-cold expression as she sits down. That finally snaps Bellamy into action, getting the girl off him and pulling her to the side where they can't be heard.
“Don’t call me that. Look, we had fun but we agreed that it was a one night thing. So I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, but stop it. I’m done.” He doesn't give the girl any time to react, immediately returning to the bonfire to check if Y/N had left.
But she was still there.
Sat next to Dario.
Bellamy’s blood boils at the sight of Y/N’s hand caressing his inner thigh, at her whispering something into his ear. Everyone else is too drunk to notice Y/N gently take Dario's earlobe into her mouth, or to witness her groping the man beside her while staring straight at Bellamy.
Bellamy wished it was just jealousy, that this was an irrational feeling because of what he once had but jealousy is just the tip of the iceberg.
He feels hurt. Like he lost her just when he had the courage to voice a fraction of the feelings that barely fit into his chest. The walk from where he stood to where Y/N sat was a blur, Bellamy’s mind barely registering his request once he reaches her.
“We need to talk.” his tone leaves no room for argument as he shoots a deadly look at Dario. Though it was nothing quite as deadly as the cold eyes Y/N greets Bellamy once she stands up. She walks past him and he follows as always, entering her tent the second time this night.
He sees her pour moonshine in a cup, her back to him, always facing away whether it was to cover him in battle or because she couldn’t look at him. His brain gets caught up with worry, She shouldn’t be drinking right now.
“Do us both a favor and don’t lie to me, Bellamy.” She starts before downing a shot and turning to him. Her confrontational stance and the deliberate choice to not use the affectionate nickname she chose for him makes his words disappear once again. He doesn't want to fight, to feel this hurt or cause her any pain. But before he can voice that, Y/N accuses.
“I guess honesty is too hard for you, huh?”
“What you saw back at the bonfire wasn’t what you think it is. I thought the person behind me was you.” He argues immediately. “And I meant everything I’ve said to you.”
“Oh please. Stop lying. So what, you were telling the truth when you said you cared too much about my safety? Enough that it clouds your judgment as a leader?”
“Yes.”
“How about the dozens of times you told me Clarke was too busy to patch you up?” Bellamy’s expression is enough of a response to change Y/N's tone, voice still furious but revealing the hurt she tries to keep deep down. “Do you know what I think, Bellamy? I think you don’t like to be alone.”
“That’s not true, I only lied about that because I know you try to solve everything on your own,” he confesses, this time not backing down. “You think I don’t know about the times you’ve lied about how hurt you really were? The times you stitched yourself on the brink of passing out because you try to make everyone’s burden lighter to carry? I lied because I wanted to be there for you.”
“Do not make this about me, this is about you! You’re terrified of being alone so you’ll stick around and pretend like you care until you get bored and, and need to find the next interesting thing.”
“It’s not true and you know it,” he implores, watching anger tear at her.
“I can’t believe I let myself believe in you, that I let you sweet talk your way into my head.”
“I’ve only wanted you.” his voice is controlled, confident as he approaches her.
“Stop lying.”
“It’s only you, Y/N/N. No one else.”
“STOP LYING TO ME, BELLAMY!” the demand louder than before, emphasized with a push to his chest.
“I’m not.” he swears, holding her hands and keeping them to him. “It’s only you, it’s always been you.”
Silence stretches out for long tortuous seconds. Y/N stares at Bellamy hesitantly, afraid to believe until he can see the choice in her expression.
“Fuck you,” she mutters, bringing him down by the shirt into a rough kiss he immediately returns. Y/N bites his lip, kissing the side of his mouth and moving onto the weak spot of his neck. Bellamy lets go of her hands and feels her shove at his jacket, exposing skin and latching her mouth onto places he’s been haunted by since that first night. He wears a dizzy smile, hearing her mumbling in between biting and sucking at his skin.
“That fucking bitch.” A lick to his neck. 
“...not hers to touch.” A bruising suck at his pulse. 
“…swear to god if I see her hands on you again.” A punishing bite to his shoulder that’s littering with teeth marks.
Y/N pushes him onto the bed and he leans back on his elbows, watching as she takes off his pants and underwear. She returns by flattening her tongue, licking a straight line up his cock. Bellamy lets out a cracked moan at the unexpected move and Y/N quickly removes her own clothing.
She dips her fingers inside herself and shoves them into his mouth, his head spinning at her taste. Y/N watches him suck eagerly before sinking to her knees to lick at the precum that gathered on the tip of his cock. Bellamy lets a final gasp leave his lips at the feeling of her sucking at the skin of his inner thighs. Calling to her, he grabs her by the hair and tries to clear his head.
“Fuck. Ah, holy fuck. I can still taste you.” he pants. Taking a second to ground himself, he takes Y/N’s face into his hands, pushing back her hair and leaning his forehead onto hers. “Calm down, Y/N/N. Calm down. I know you’re still mad but I want things to be different this time. I wanna us to take our time… I want to feel you.”
Y/N can still feel her veins pulsing under her skin. She shudders at the intimacy he’s asking of her but nods in approval.
“I want to feel you inside me.” she purrs, the harshness of her tone disappearing but the want still there.
Bellamy sits her in his lap, puts two fingers into his mouth, wetting before slowly guiding them inside her and going straight for the g-spot. He strokes slowly but firmly, building onto the tension that’s starting to break her resolve crumble. He keeps her head in place, swallows the dazed look in her eyes as she gives in to the feeling more and more. The stimulation is enough to keep her on the edge but never go over it.
Y/N loses her ability to sit straight, gripping onto Bellamy’s hair and latching her mouth to his collarbone while she lazily rides the fingers deep inside her. When she thinks she might finally cum, Bellamy pulls away. His fingers move to her lips and she doesn’t hesitate to lick them clean before being brought into a sloppy kiss.
Y/N pulls back, looking at the hardness in between his legs. When she looks back at Bellamy’s face, they both nod and give each other hazy smiles. Bellamy splays one hand to her lower back, the other lining his cock at her entrance. Both their breaths hitch with anticipation, the tip teasing her, running up and down her slit. Y/N grasps his chin, bringing him into another kiss when he finally pushes in.
“G-god, Bell.” she moans into his mouth, her hand moving to the back of his neck. He sinks slowly, letting her feel every inch, his eyes rolling back with how warm and tight she feels.
When he’s fully inside her, he pauses to let her adjust to the stretch, their lips just barely touching as they breathing each other’s air. Bellamy presses gentle kisses onto her face, going from her forehead to her temple and cheekbone, then her mouth. 
“Are you okay?” he asks, blown pupils full of care and hunger. She responds by cupping his cheeks and bringing him in to suck at his lower lip.
“I lied before.” he rasps, shaking his head and making eye contact, his freckles highlighted by flushed cheeks. “I lied about one thing. About when I said there was only one part of me that wanted to put you above all else. Everything inside me screams to keep you safe. When I see you hurt, I hurt too. I feel this desperation consuming me, telling me I should protect you, telling me to take all the pain so you won’t have to. Every part of me wants to be selfish, to be yours. Only yours.”
“You’re mine now.” she answers, finally letting these feelings out, tangling her fingers in his curls. Y/N hips finally move when she confesses “And I’m yours.”
Their bodies begin working, meeting each other. The movements are slow, yet every bit of friction causes an electric pleasure to continuously ripple through them.
Their rhythm soon speeds up, hands gripping possessively, tongues unforgiving, lips swollen, holding onto each other as if nothing else exists. Their gasps, groans, and whimpers mix together - a string of curses, begging, and calling each others names. Their voices become strangled as they reach their high, trying to be unheard by outsiders yet drunk on the clenching and pulsing and the slam of their hips. Bellamy cums first, Y/N following as soon as she feels him spilling inside her. Overwhelmed with pleasure, she digs her nails into his hips to keep them in place.
“Stay inside stay inside stay inside.” her low sinful pleads against his skin driving him crazy, into a deeper mental space of possessiveness. "Stay inside me, Bell."
"God, you're mine." He growls, desperate. "All mine."
Her orgasm draws his out longer and they both ride it with their heads buried in each other’s necks. They stay in that position for a while, breathless, calming down from their high.
“I never forgot it.” Y/N’s ragged voice takes away Bellamy’s attention on the feeling of his cum trailing down, escaping the both of them.
“W-What?”
“Your name. After our first time. We barely knew each other but I didn’t forget it.”
“I didn’t forget yours either.” he smiles, gently laying her down and bringing a blanket to their shoulders before they both drift away into sleep.
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nocluejustexisting · 9 months
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The Poor Way Pt. 3
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Street Racer!Reader
Warning: stealing, a bit of swearing, a few dirty thoughts, and most importantly, I have no idea how to steal a car so I just wrote what I saw in a video of how to disassemble a car
Ransom and Bolt had their sights set on their first target: Derrick Philsburg, a name that had long lingered on Ransom's list of least favorite people.
The animosity between Ransom and Derrick started when Derrick, a fellow socialite in their elite circle, stole Ransom's idea for a new mysterious book. Ransom had been secretly working on a plot for months, hoping to step out from his family shadow and prove himself as a writer. But Derrick had shamelessly stolen the concept, leaving Ransom fuming with rage.
Not only because he stole his idea but because no one believed Ransom could even write with a pen and paper. Everyone just laughed at him when he called Derrick out on the media. Hs whole family couldn't take his anger seriously, they just saw it as Ransom wanting attention.
As they approached Derrick's luxurious mansion, Ransom's anger bubbled beneath the surface. He couldn't let this slide any longer. "Get ready, Bolt," he muttered to his accomplice. "This is personal."
Bolt, always up for a challenge, nodded in understanding. She knew that this wasn't just about him having fun; it was about Ransom's pride.
The duo managed to slip past the security cameras and guards with practiced ease, the adrenaline pumping through their veins. They reached Derrick's prized car collection, showcasing wealth and arrogance. Ransom couldn't help but smirk. "Let's make this count."
Bolt, the expert in their odd partnership, took the lead. She whispered her plan to Ransom, explaining the precise order and technique to remove the required car parts.
"First, we'll need to pop the hood," she said, her voice barely audible. "That's where the engine is located."
Ransom nodded, watching intently as she deftly unlatched the hood. She continued, "Now, let's start with the spark plugs. They're right here." She pointed to the engine's side. "Use the socket wrench to loosen and remove them, but be careful not to damage the threads."
Ransom followed her instructions, his fingers trembling with nerves and excitement. Bolt's guidance was invaluable as she moved on to the next component. "Next, we'll disconnect the ignition coil. We must do this carefully so we don't fry the electrical system."
With each step, Bolt explained the process from removing the air filter to detaching the intake manifold. Her expertise was evident as she demonstrated how to disconnect the oxygen sensors and carefully extract the fuel injectors.
Ransom couldn't help but think, “damn, I think to get laid,”
He felt too cocky after their smooth progress and accidentally brushed against an alarm sensor while working on the intake manifold. The car's alarm began to trumpet loudly, piercing the silence of the night.
Panic washed over Ransom's face as he cursed under his breath. Bolt, quick on her feet, reached into her toolkit and swiftly disconnected the alarm sensor, silencing the intrusive noise.
Ransom let out a sigh of relief as the silence returned, and he sheepishly grinned at Bolt. "Oops, got a bit carried away there."
Bolt shot him a knowing look but didn't scold him. Instead, she nodded and gestured for him to continue their mission. Their heist continued smoothly, with Ransom now a bit more cautious, realizing that their actions had to be precise and stealthy.
As they progressed, Ransom found himself in awe of Bolt's knowledge and skill. With Bolt's guidance, they swiftly disassembled the required car parts, making their collaboration seamless and efficient.
In his mind, he couldn't help but think, God, she's intoxicating. No. Stop thinking with your dick. I’m out of her league. I can find someone way better.
Back in the car, the adrenaline still coursing through their veins, Bolt couldn't help but chuckle. "I have to admit, Ransom, that felt satisfying."
Ransom couldn't help but think, “I’ll show you satisfying, my dick slamming against-” he quickly stopped himself to continue.
He turned to look at her and grinned, his resentment towards Derrick momentarily overshadowed by their successful heist. "Yeah, it did. But this isn't over yet. On to my next victim."
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nocluejustexisting · 9 months
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Please use a keep reading for longer stories.
I just figure out how to do that a few mins ago 😅 i’ll fix rn!! ❤️
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SNEAK PEEK PT 2
Resurfacing Shadows
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC Villain
Warning: 18+ only, angst, mention of suicide, bullying, future smuts (more will be added through the series)
Summary: Steve Rogers and Hydra Agent Viper, once bitter enemies, find themselves drawn to each other as they clash in high-stakes battles. Despite their tumultuous history, their undeniable chemistry sparks romantic feelings they never expected. As they navigate the thin line between love and duty, their story unfolds with passion, conflict, and redemption.
Steve POV:
The night was dark and drizzling as Steve Rogers, known to the world as Captain America, patrolled the dimly lit alleys of New York City. He was on a mission, tracking a lead that had taken him deep into the heart of the city's notorious crimes. The rain-soaked streets seemed to mirror the somber thoughts that had been haunting him lately.
As he turned a corner, his senses picked up a faint sound – footsteps echoing against the damp pavement. Instinctively, he stepped into the shadows, shield at the ready. Through the misty rain, he spotted a figure clad in a sleek black body suit, moving with lethal grace. She was obviously no ordinary thug.
Captain America watched, muscles tensed, as the mysterious figure approached an abandoned warehouse. Her movements were precise, almost hypnotic. He had dealt with countless foes in his time as a superhero, but there was something unsettling about her.
With a swift, fluid motion, she produced a small device and began tampering with the warehouse's entrance. Steve couldn't allow whatever illegal activity she was involved in to continue. He moved silently closer, preparing to intervene.
Just as he was about to strike, a beam of light from a nearby lamppost fell upon the woman's face. Steve's heart skipped a beat as recognition washed over him. It couldn't be. Not her.
The woman turned towards the light, and there, framed by the rain-soaked night, her features became unmistakable. It was Laura, a face from his distant past – his childhood bully. She had tormented him relentlessly back in their Brooklyn neighborhood.
As memories flooded back, Steve hesitated. Laura had been cruel, a constant thorn in his side during those difficult years. Her taunts and ridicule had made his young life miserable. Yet, here she was, as a Hydra agent, involved in activities that threatened the very city he had sworn to protect.
Conflicted, Steve couldn't help but wonder how Laura had taken such a dark path. Had life been unkind to her as well? The rain seemed to intensify, mirroring the turmoil within him.
Should he reveal himself and confront her, hoping to find some shred of humanity left in her? Or should he prioritize the safety of the city and apprehend her as Captain America, setting aside their shared history for the greater good?
Steve Rogers, the man who embodied the ideals of justice and redemption, faced an agonizing decision that would test the very core of his being.
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nocluejustexisting · 9 months
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SNEAK PEEK!
Resurfacing Shadows Series
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC Villain
Warning: 18+ only, angst, mention of suicide, bullying, future smuts (more will be added through the series)
Summary: Steve Rogers x OC Villain
In the dimly lit underground lair of a clandestine Hydra compound, a flickering fluorescent light revealed a high-tech laboratory shrouded in secrecy. The ominous hum of machines and the acrid scent of chemicals hung heavy in the air. In the center of the room stood a figure, her silhouette casting eerie shadows on the walls.
The woman, known within Hydra as Agent Viper, had undergone a transformation that defied the laws of nature. Her eyes gleamed with an otherworldly, malevolent light. She possessed powers beyond comprehension—demonic energy capable of destroying reality itself.
As she conducted her sinister experiments that involve harnessing her demonic energy to create devices capable of unleashing catastrophic destruction upon the world. These malevolent experiments are designed to develop weapons of mass devastation, posing a grave threat to global security and stability. As she delves deeper into this dark research, Viper becomes increasingly aware of the destructive potential of her actions, setting the stage for her eventual redemption as she grapples with the consequences of her choices.
Agent Viper couldn't help but recall her past. A past that involved a scrawny, frail boy named Steve Rogers, the same Steve Rogers who had become Captain America, a symbol of hope and justice.
Long before the Super-Soldier Serum had transformed Steve into the superhuman icon he was today, he had been a target of relentless torment. The memory of her cruel actions toward him in the crowded streets of Brooklyn that haunted her.
Agent Viper had been Steve's childhood bully, and she had made his life a living hell. Her taunts and relentless ridicule had nearly crushed the spirit of the young, weak Steve Rogers. She had planted seeds of doubt in his mind, making him question whether he even wanted to go on living.
But fate had a twisted sense of humor. On that fateful day when Steve Rogers had taken the Super-Soldier Serum, his life had taken a radically different turn. He had become Captain America, a symbol of courage and resilience. Agent Viper, on the other hand, had been left behind in the dust of history, until now.
As she felt the power coursing through her, Agent Viper couldn't help but wonder what Steve Rogers would think if he saw her now. Would he recognize the face of his tormentor from a bygone era in this powerful, malevolent being?
The past, once buried deep within the recesses of her mind, clawed its way back to the surface, intertwining with her newfound abilities. Agent Viper knew that her past and Steve Rogers' past were forever intertwined, and the specter of their shared history would play a pivotal role in the battles to come.
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MASTERLIST
Warning: the aesthetic aspect is a bit ugly, but I'll be fixing that later 😭💀
The Poor Way - Ransom Drysdale x StreetRacer! Reader Series
[1], [2], [3], [4], [5]
Resurfacing Shadows - Steve Rogers x OC Villain Series [Coming Soon]
Sneak Peak [1],[2]
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The Poor Way Pt. 2
Pairing : Ransom Drysdale x Street Racer!Reader
Warning: mentioning stealing and illegal activities
Ransom had an audacious plan forming in his mind as he stood there, his smug smirk undeterred by Bolt's annoyance. Her reputation as a legendary street racer intrigued him, and he was determined to experience the thrill that had eluded him for so long.
Bolt, on the other hand, was not impressed by Ransom's proposal. Her world was built on speed, skill, and adrenaline, not on privileged whims. She glanced at her Toyota 86, contemplating her options. Could teaching this rich, impulsive guy the art of street racing be worth her time?
Ransom noticed her hesitation and decided to sweeten the deal.
"Listen," he began, his tone more persuasive,
“I can make it worth your while. I've got resources, connections, and, most importantly, money. You help me become a street racer, and I'll pay you a hefty check”
Bolt crossed her arms, still skeptical.
"Money won't buy you the skills you need to race," she retorted "Pursuing illegal activities isn't a walk in the park. It requires dedication, practice, and constant alertness against the risks of getting caught, all while trying to outwit authority."
Ransom, undeterred, leaned in closer. "I may not have the skills yet, but I have something you might find valuable – a challenge. If you can turn me into a formidable street racer, it'll be a testament to your expertise.” he says with a smug look
Bolt raised an eyebrow, her irritation giving way to a hint of curiosity. She had always loved a challenge, and teaching a rich playboy the secrets of the street could be the ultimate test of her abilities.
"Fine," she conceded, her expression softening slightly. "I'll teach you, but only if you're serious about this. Don't act like a snob, just follow my lead."
Ransom nodded eagerly. "Deal”
As they sealed their agreement, Ransom couldn't help but remembered vividly how Bolt had hijacked his car just two months ago, a fact he hadn't shared yet.
Bolt noticed the mischievous expression on Ransom's face and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "What's going through that head of yours now?" she asked.
Ransom hesitated for a moment before deciding to come clean. "That Beamer you saw me driving earlier? You hijacked it two months ago."
Bolt's expression shifted from surprise to a defensive stance. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as she faced Ransom. "So, you knew it was your car all along, and you still approached me?"
Ransom nodded, still grinning, but his tone had nothing but exitment. "Yeah, I did. But it got me thinking. I want to commit Grand theft”
“No” she says with no hesitation
“Oh come on! I want to commit to doing it the unethical way possible” he says practically on his knee begging
Bolt sighed, realizing that Ransom was genuinely excited about the idea of car part theft.
“Fine," she relented, but her tone was measured.
“But remember, this isn't just about grabbing parts. It's about knowing which parts to take and how to use them. It's a strategy, not just theft."
Ransom nodded enthusiastically, fully embracing the challenge.
“I get it, Bolt. So, who do you think I should target first?"
Bolt smirked, her competitive spirit rekindled. "Tell me, Ransom, who do you hate the most in this town? That's where we start."
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The Poor Way
Pairing : Ransom Drysdale x Street Racer!Reader
Warning: none for now
A/N : I'm just a reader, not a writer so this is my first time attempting to write like my favorite authors on Tumblr!! 😭🙈 I'm not sure if I'll continue this potential mini-series I'm just doing this out of curiosity if I can create a cool storyline and just for fun 💕 Writing in dialogue and giving details on every little thing is so hard I'm praising everyone that does it for a hobby!! You guys are one talented specimen!!
Ransom craves adrenaline; he thrives off of it. However, as time passes, drinking, drugs, partying, and sex… (maybe not sex) are all just unfulfilling. His impulsive mind wants to do something illegal, but when is he not? He's a trust fund he can get away with anything with a simple call from Harlan. Ransom was very frustrated when he realized he had basically done everything thrilling… except not everything. As he's walking back to his Beamer from his spa treatment he witnesses three police cars chasing a Toyota 86. That car looked familiar to him but he couldn't figure it out until someone screamed “its bolt!!” bingo!!! That's the chick who hijacked his car parts two months ago. That was a bitch to get repaired. Not the money just the begging for his grandfather to buy him a new Beamer. He asked the guy who screamed “bolt” what's her deal was.
“Dude shes the legendary illegal Street racer!” he praised he explained that she's an unstoppable racer no cops could catch her and nobody can beat her at the final race. “You gotta watch her race tonight” he says excitedly
“Wheres the location” ransom asks curiously wondering if he even should bothered. Watching illegal race isn't his cup of tea. It's purely just poor people's way of entertaining themselves. If he wanted the real fun he’ll just sniff some white powder.
“No idea you have to wait 4 mins before they start the race. That way when someone snitches it'll be too late” the stranger says.
As Ransom left the stranger and went back to his Beamer he kept thinking about the speed Bolt was driving. It must have been more than 100 mph. He couldn't help but wonder what the adrenaline must have felt like. The thrill was just seconds of getting caught but escaping leaving them with dust.
As he drove back to his house he decided to get gas first. But as he was on his way to the gas station he saw a small figure hovering over her car. The same car he saw racing.
That's when he got an idea. That little Bolt is going to teach me how to street race.
“Hey!” he screams at her ending up giving her a fright as she bumps her head against the hood. She turns to the person who called out for her and saw a handsom man with a long scarf walking smirking at her. He looks familiar she thought.
“Shit that's the rich dude I hijack his car parts” she thought. As she quickly tried to make a run for it ransom grabbed her shoulder “oh no you don't. I'm here for a purposal” he says
“A purposal?” she ask confused
“You are going to teach me how to street race the poor way.” he says with a smirk
“The poor way?” she ask getting slightly irrated at just being near his presence
“Yeah the poor way! Stealing peoples car parts and ressableming them to your own. Wining the race. And repeat” he says like a little kid asking for a toy
“Theres no poor way you just race” she says pissed off now
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