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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 1 year

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Curious

Human!reader x Recom!Lyle

Summary: Lyle doesn't like his new body much, until reader and him discover something interesting.

Recomweek Day 6: Tsaheylu

There was a lot to hate about coming back in this body. Lyle found the strength and speed fun and was happy it made him a better soldier. It was the little everyday things that grated on his nerves. Like navigating rooms that were just not built for his size or the food. Lab coats had swiped anything appealing from him, demanding he follow the strict Na'vi diet. Yeah because that's what every man wants after a hard day, grubs and...was that bark?

He poked at his plate, shifting the odd coloured food around. Most of the others seemed to be working their way through the meal. Though most still pulled faces or swallowed items whole to avoid the texture.

"Lighten up bud!" Fike smiled and jabbed him in the ribs. Lyle grunted, knocking his shoulder. He couldn't even he angry in peace. Every twitch of his ears or flick of tail sang his feelings to the world. There was no hiding how he felt at any given moment.

A light hand settled on his shoulder, giving a tight squeeze before you draped your body against his back. Lyle felt his tell tail purr rising in his chest and fought to suppress it. He'd purr to his hearts content in private with you but the sound embarrassed him in front of his team mates.

"Hey babe." He grinned as your head shifted over his shoulder. You pecked his cheek before heading back to work. Lyle supposed the one upside to being so readable was you. He'd not have had the courage to ask you out himself, not while he was still adjusting anyway. You'd been familiar with avatars and even some natives though. On your first date you'd told him how you'd caught his body language and it'd given you the push to go for it.

Still he'd been the first lean in for a kiss, to open your relationship to a more physical space. He could keep his pride at that. He found you later that evening, tugging you against him.

You shared lazy kisses in his bed. He didn't think either of you wanted to go much further tonight, both being already so tiered. Still it was enough just to be close. He had lain with his back against the wall, his knees raised so you could sit against his thighs. Your legs supporting your weight by pressing against backboard. It left you spread wide as each foot was on either side of his broad chest.

Part of him still preened over your height difference. It felt good to be so much bigger, stronger. Being able to scoop you up like you weighed nothing at all or caging you between his arms under him. His cock twitched just thinking about it.

Lyle leaned forward intent of capturing your lips once more but was stopped by a painful tug. He let out a hiss, tugging the braid forward. It'd been caught behind him and the sensitive core hadn't liked being pulled. He hated the appendage, he'd shaved his head for a reason before and now he was stuck with this 4 foot nuisance.

You cooed, running your fingers down the length of the braid. It hadn't been something you'd talked about but Lyle could tell it fascinated you. Beyond being something to tug or grasp when he was on top of you, it was something that intrigued your scientists mind.

However you seemed to be holding back from your interest. Perhaps it was a cultural thing for the Na'vi? Something Lyle hadn't considered relevant until now. Or considering how he reacted in bed when you touched it, maybe you thought it wasn't polite to go poking around.

Lyle gave you an easy smile, taking the braid gently from your hand. Before you could return focus to his face, he turned the end in his hand. The loose hair at the bottom fell away, revealing the searching nerves.

He kept in a laugh at your widening eyes, instead admiring the reflected glow in them. The nerves danced, swirling around in their exploration. Your hand twitched, rising a centimeter before stilling again. Lyle met you questioning gaze and answered by passing you the braid.

Your grip was loose and gentle. Lyle felt his breath hitch at the contact. Your fingers rising again to the scouting tendrils. He felt stripped bare, every sense alive and focused on you. He understood your hesitation now. Had this been anyone but you it'd have felt a violation. Instead he felt whole, an overwhelming sense of completeness as he stared down at your fingers.

Just a couple more millimeters and you'd make contact. Your eyes flicked up again to his, asking for the final permission. Lyle's eyes dragged away from your hands, meeting your own. He couldn't see what you did. The way his pupils were blown, his slack face with an expression teetering on trepidation.

Still Lyle nodded and you let a finger tip brush the light hair like receptors on a tendril. It jumped, flicking back before probing forward. The bundle reached out as a whole now and wrapping around, across your palm and in between each finger.

It was a strange sensation. You'd liken it to the sting of a nettle, except where it burned through your nerves these soothed. Your skin felt warm and buzzing in the areas around each nerves grip. Your eyes moved from the strange sight back to Lyle.

At first you registered the expression as pain but in the same moment realized it wasn't. It was the same expression he'd made when his own bliss tipped over the edge and euphoria washed through him. A low growl escaped his lips.

Lyle couldn't find words to describe how it felt. Every cell of his being alive and aware and dragging him into you, through you. All at once he felt himself affixed to you. If he'd allowed himself to believe in a soul he'd have said his had been tethered to yours. No it was stronger than that, you'd been welded together. Your everythings melted down and made to one whole.

You stayed like that, each moment passing intertwined together in an ancient rite. When Lyle's face relaxed and his eyes fluttered open, you moved to untangle your hand. His hand caught your wrist firmly, the other moving quickly to cup your face.

"No." He pushed out. He found his words caught in his throat, unable to fully express the instinctual drives puppeting him now. Though he couldn't articulate it he knew in his being that he had began something. That he needed to complete it. He needed to mate you.

You felt heat pool in your core. The tingling warmth spreading from your hand, running through your veins. You let out a needy whine as your hip twitched involuntarily. A desperation growing in your mind with each infinitely long second. Lyle wasn't close enough, you needed him closer, as close as he could get.

Lyle felt himself slip further and further. His mouth crashing against yours, all teeth and tongue. Gone was any hint of the exhaustion he'd felt before. You gripped his face with your free hand, letting out a keening whine when his mouth moved to your neck. Lyle tipped you back gently, resting you in the nest of blankets.

His senses flooded with the scent of you, the fresh waves of your arousal almost stung with their intensity. His hands were too slow to unbutton so he opted for shredding, tearing the layers that so wrongfully separated your skin from his. His own boxers where ripped off last, freeing his swelling cock, already unsheathed.

You tried to sit up, to reach and pull Lyle to you but his large hand pushed your chest back down. You mewled in despair, needing desperately to feel him again. Lyle's other hand stroked through your folds, so wet already from the lazy make-out or maybe some instinct to prepare you for him.

He couldn't wait, satisfied you were already prepared he plunged in. You screamed out, gripping the sheets as he rolled back and snapped back in. The rapture flooding your senses left you shaking already, your walls tightening and milking Lyle's strokes.

He lent down over you, pulling your back up so he could mouth against your chest. Swirling tongue around each nipple in turn, nuzzling into the flesh. His other hand kneading breast, hip, thigh before falling to your clit. You let out another wail, digging nails into his back, other hand twitching against the glowing tendrils.

Lyle could already feel himself reaching his summit, his hips stuttering and stokes becoming uneven. He pressed and circled your clit more, desperate to feel your release around him first. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck, sucking the flesh. Your moans were louder now, your own pleasure so intense your mouth hung open and a light drool leaked.

Lyle felt his fangs burn in his mouth, heat throbbing through them with a need he didn't understand. He grazed them against the flesh of your throat. Your hips bucked, your velvety falls pressing against his cock, milking his orgasm out of him. You screamed his name, wave after wave coursing through you as he rode it out. His cum painting your walls as he bit down on at the base of your neck.

You barely felt it passed the euphoria, your head spinning, vision starring. His tongue flattening and swiping up the trickles of blood. Lyle felt spent, pulling out from you and flopping weakly against your chest. The tendrils of his queue retracted, freeing your hand again. You felt almost faint, the intensity of your orgasm leaving you more exhausted than ever.

You flexed the hand, feeling a buzz through its numbness. It took a few more minutes before you became aware of the pain in your neck, the burning wound bringing reality back to you.

"Did you bite me?" You whispered, a nervous laugh tickling past your lips. Lyle's head snapped up, eyes zeroing in on the indents of his teeth. He felt a sudden wave of fear pass through him. He'd went too far, you'd be pissed and you'd leave and he couldn't have that. Still even though his queue was back behind him, he felt the same connection to you. He couldn't bare the severing of it, you couldn't leave you were his!

Your hand met his cheek, stroking it gently as your eyes fluttered shut. Lyle's heart settled, shifting himself up to curl around you. His throat still swallowed his words so he let his hands circle round you, tugging you against his chest, his tail wrapping around your thigh.

Mine.

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biggerbetterbat · 8 months

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WITH YOU [1] SHATTERED DREAMS

Daryl Dixon x OC

Summary: Charlie didn't want to believe in the virus until she saw it on her own eyes.

Warnings: blood/injuries, dead bodies, language, death

Song: Dog Days Are Over Florence + The Machine

Author's note: This chapter is just about the OC, because I want you to know her. I hope you like it and please let me know somehow if you do.

DAYLIGHT ON WATTPAD

Not many people could say this - especially at the age of twenty-four, but her life was perfect. If you can define what these two words perfect life means to you, her life was probably a hundred times better. Living alone in a fancy and big apartment in the middle of Atlanta with a view of the whole city. She had an amazing job that gave her a free gym pass and fruit on Thursdays. She had many friends and, a new fast car and her face was well known among people not just in Atlanta, but in the whole state.

"Yes mom." she said to her phone. "Are they coming with you guys?"

She was listening to her mother ranting on and on about them moving to Atlanta, because of some virus that was going around lately. But it was like that for a week at least. Her mom was freaking out, she was listening to it and scientists or other smart people couldn't tell what is the cause of the infection and how to stop it.

She fixed her hair and smeared pink lipstick on her lips.

"Charlie! Five minutes. They're waiting for you!"

"Okay Mommy, I have to go." she cut her mom short. "I will call you later and I'm seeing you in a week."

Charlie didn't know she won't see her family in those seven days and that was probably one of the last conversations she had with her mom. She would listen to her more carefully if she knew that she would never hear her voice.

"Yeah. Love you too." she said. "And don't worry about it, it's probably temporary. Bye."

"Is she scared?" asked Vanessa, who was responsible for doing her makeup.

"Yeah. She's paranoid."

Vanessa smiled and put powder on her forehead.

"I saw the video." she replied."This virus might be true, Charlie."

She rolled her eyes and stood on her legs, touching her hair. "Mhm. Dead people walking on the streets. What next? Brat Pitt will be trying to find the cure for that? Please."

"Charlie!" the producer yelled her name.

"I'm coming!"

So around one week before, the whole country panicked as they found out about the virus going around. There was a shooting in LA - nothing new, but someone leaked the video of a man being shot at by the police. He had around ten or so shooting wounds but still was able to walk around like nothing had happened. What killed him for good was a bullet between his eyes. After the video was seen by almost everyone in the country, the authorities informed that there was something bad in the air.

And here's the thing, Charlie didn't believe any word she heard in the news, because for the whole seven days, everyone was quiet, there was no virus or anything similar before. What she was sure was that the video was edited or it was a shot from some kind of video game, because a man could not be a walking sack of bullets and still breathing.

That was no virus. That was bullshit.

That's why she couldn't understand why she was doing what she was doing. Right now she should be in the studio, asking some fancy chef what he has got for them this time. Lamb or maybe octopus? She should be in the studio doing pointless interviews, so all housewives of Atlanta and the nearby area could be happy. Instead, she was ready to walk into the safe zone...

She sighed heavily.

Atlanta was the safest city of all - at least that's what they were saying. It was fortified, and the sight of tanks, military cars, or soldiers with serious-looking weapons on the streets of the city was pretty normal by now. That's why the authorities asked everyone who could to move here and wait for what was coming in a safe place.

Bullshit, because nothing was coming.

"Hello." said the woman, dressed pretty normally for someone who was the boss in charge of the safety of this place. "My name's Olivia Clark."

The whole accommodation was also normal. One alley and a couple of useless buildings secluded from the rest of the city with a wire fence. They also put up some trailers, so there would be more space for newcomers.

Some kids were running around, playing with toys, or drawing with colorful chalk. It wasn't crowded yet - some people here and there, talking or doing other day-to-day things, but at the same time Charlie didn't expect to see anyone here, so that was really shocking to her.

"Thank you for coming here today. As you can see there's not many people here yet." said the woman. "We should do everything in our power to tell as many people as possible about this place."

Charlie smiled tightly.

She was here because that's what she got paid for, she wasn't some type of Miss Universe to pray for the peace in the world. It wasn't her choice to come here and she just wanted to have things done.

"You can film this building and trailers. That's where people sleep, eat, and just spend their time. Over there, there is a canteen, so feel free to go there." said the woman in charge. "Just don't go in the building over there."

"What's in that building?" asked Charlie immediately.

Olivia looked over at the building and gulped, then she looked back at Charlie with a heavy sigh.

"I guess you' 're a part of this now, so I can show you," she said. "But no cameras. People can't find out about this."

This place was probably some old police station or something of that type. At first, it was just a normal place, where they were probably keeping all of their medication and where doctors were. Because everyone was walking around in blue uniforms and gloves. Hospital was her first thought and in fact, she wasn't that far from the truth.

"If you want to pass those doors you have to leave your camera and everything that would record anything. We will search you." she informed and some people just walked to her, cameraman Jerry and the rest of the crew. "You have to promise that you just forget what you're going to see in a moment."

Charlie shrugged and signed a paper that was probably some kind of agreement. She couldn't care less at this point and to be honest, she didn't want to be part of this, she was just curious. They also got white masks. The lady who handed it to them said something that sounded like good luck followed by: "You're gonna need it."

"Isn't that exciting? We're one of few people that get to see whatever's in here." said excited Kyle - he was a part of the crew, responsible for the sound. "I love our job." he smiled and entered to the next room.

"Bubble baths are exciting," she mumbled under her nose.

When they walked through the doors they found themselves on a long corridor with different types of doors.

First, they saw some cells with pale-looking people. They looked pretty normal, but just like people with a fever. Doctors or nurses were walking around them, making sure that they took medication or measuring their temperature.

In the next cell, people looked much worse. They were shivering and droplets of cold sweat were running down their faces. They were just laying there with probably cold compresses on their foreheads. Not many healthy people walked around them, they were kind of left alone.

Right next to it was yet another cell with people that could barely blink and even that seemed painful. Those people were just waiting for death to come at this point and it was very painful to watch. Not that she felt for them, it was just inhumane to keep them alive like that. She could imagine her brothers or parents or even herself like that and Charlie knew that she would rather be killed.

"We segregate them on stages." informed Olivia. "We don't know which ones are just sick and which ones are infected."

The whole crew with Charlie looked at Olivia with narrowed brows.

"Oh, we searched them before we let them in. We checked if they have any scratches or bites." she explained. "We have no idea how that happened."

Oh, it was the only sure thing in the recent situation. Smart people didn't know how the virus got awakened, but people could be infected in two ways: scratch or bite. Charlie didn't know why another person could bite another human being, maybe it was caused by hallucinations? Or fever?

Charlie was lost.

What did Olivia mean when she said that? Those were human beings, but they were just sick. Why did she become so tense as soon as she walked through those doors? What the hell was going on here?

"Let's go."

Reed stood for a moment longer next to a cell. There was something that caught her eyes inside. It was a man who was just lying there and could barely breathe on his own, but as he moved she was able to see a bloody stain on his stomach.

It was a bite.

She was horrified because that's not how she imagined the bite. She had four brothers and being the only girl wasn't easy growing up. When they were younger Charlie often found herself in the middle of a physical fight, tackling them, biting them, or being bitten. But any of her marks looked like that. The bit wasn't big and it looked as if a human being was a cause of it, but there was something scary. It was deep, to the bone - just a piece of meat gone. Bleeding torn wound, almost as if some hungry animal did it.

Before she had a chance to take a closer look, she heard gagging and gasps. She looked in the direction of her coworkers and headed to where they stood.

This time they didn't stand before a cell, they stood before something that looked like an interrogation room. But it wasn't important- not in comparison to what they all saw inside. It was something that no news or viral videos could prepare you to see. She held her gag herself as she saw what was inside.

"We have two more full of these," said Olivia. "And two more just waiting to be filled."

It was maybe ten walking things and around five sitting ones. They looked horrible, but as much as she would like to just look away, she was hypnotized in a way. They all were moving their jaws, walking around to find something else than the rotten body. She has never seen anything like it. Rotten bodies, pale skin, and nails that could tear flesh easily. Its eyes were empty as if hidden behind a gray cloud. It looked like a person but surely wasn't anymore.

She knew that there was a special glass separating them from those things, but she didn't feel safe at all. They could probably sense them somehow - maybe by their scent or maybe they could hear them because one of those things was facing them. Snarling and bringing the attention of others' dead bodies, and soon all of them were on a glass, trying to reach them.

"We should go." said Olivia."Once they hear you, they won't calm down."

She was looking at the camera, the microphone shaking in her hands that she just couldn't stop. She swallowed but still had this horrible picture in front of her eyes. The lifeless body of a thing that was once someone. Empty eyes and yellow teeth move in a hunger. Snarling still in her ear as if one of them was behind all the time.

"Charlie you good?" asked one of the members of the crew. She just looked at him, so he came up to her. "I know it's scary. I want to run away from this place just like you, but...there's work to do."

Charlie furrowed her brows at him.

"You want me to lie? It's not safe here," she whispered, so Olivia couldn't hear. "I have a family too and I wouldn't want them to come here."

"And they won't." he said. "Charlie. Just do your work."

She swallowed what wanted to leave her insides and looked over at her other friends. They were as pale as she was and their eyes showed that they think just like her. Kyle was no longer smiling, but sitting in front of his console looking at it with an empty stare. She didn't know if people could hear anything from what she was about to say, as their sound specialist was just sitting there, not moving as if those things ate his insides. Cameraman Jerry could barely hold the camera as his hands were shaking.

"3...2...1..."

"Good morning Atlanta." Charlie smiled as wide as she could. "You probably wonder where I am today? Today I visited Atlanta's safe zone..." her voice stuck in her throat because what she had to say next was just a bunch of lies. "Atlanta's safe zone...the best place to stay during the epidemic."

Charlie swallowed looking into the camera.

"If there's a safe place somewhere, it's here in Atlanta. You will get medical help, food and water, and a place to sleep." she said. "There's also military supervision at the gates, so nothing alive or..." Before she finished her sentence the dead eyes of the dead flashed right in front of her face. "Nothing alive or dead would get through."

Charlie smiled even wider to encourage anyone who would watch her to come to Atlanta.

"So if I were you...If I would have a choice, I would want to be here. In Atlanta's safe zone. Please bring your families and let's stay safe." she appealed. "It was Charlie Reed. Have a great day Atlanta."

As soon as she ended her broadcast and got rid of all the mics, she entered her car and just sat there. Tears of fear ran down her face and she knew that she would do anything to stop her family from coming here. To this day this whole virus was just a gossip, a dream and nothing real.

But she saw it, with her own eyes. She saw it, heard it, and even smelled it.

Another thought formed in her head, the one that took her breath away and crushed her ribs. The news that was surrounding them was just a bunch of bullshit. People out there didn't know shit about the virus and what was really going on. They didn't know what those things looked like and they just thought about them as sick people.

Now Charlie was sure about a different thing- there was no something like a safe zone or place.

It was all bullshit.

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zacksoto · 1 year

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Back in 2011, I was asked "So, what old DC comic would YOU like to reboot, and what's the angle, and can you draw a cover for this theoretical comic relaunch?" I was not asked this by a professional editor at DC, but by my friend Jon who was doing a themed blog thingie. Look, it was before the world we live in now—we had time to imagine a better world and fool around! Anyway, I am reposting the "pitch" I wrote, as well as the illo I did back in 2011 (below), just to have it here. Above is a more recent posca drawing/painting of Dart (as you will see if you read the wall of text below, she's my favorite 😂)

ATARI FORCE #1 (of 12)

2063: A.T.A.R.I. (Advanced Technology And Research Institute) combs an infinite number of realities in order to find a suitable new world for the population of a dying Earth. In their travels through the Multiverse, one of the expeditionary forces does battle with and ultimately kills the ultimate evil - a lovecraftian devourer of dimensions they dub the DARK DESTROYER. In the course of this battle, they find a perfect, empty world in a universe teeming with advanced civilizations. After some false starts both the recolonization of New Earth and the socialization of the New Earthlings with the rest of their new neighbors is a success.

2088: THE ATARI FOUNDATION, now the de facto governing party of New Earth, has ushered in a new era of utopian prosperity. After the Old Earth was brought to the brink of destruction by gross negligence and mismanagement, the people of New Earth are only too happy to put themselves in the guiding hands of ATARI. All live in relative prosperity and happiness..

Except for MARTIN CHAMPION, brilliant Multiversal scientist and the leader of the original expedition that battled the Destroyer. Martin is haunted by the death of his wife in childbirth, and is convinced that the Dark Destroyer somehow caused it. Instead of going about his life and picking up the pieces, Martin sits in his lab sending probes out in to the Multiverse, in hopes of finding proof of the existence of the Dark Destroyer. Martin has, over the years, become a laughingstock of ATARI, as well as driven his now adult son out of his life, due to misplaced anger about the death of his wife. All he has left is his obsession..

Until one of his probes goes missing after sending back readings of energy very similar to the kind the Destroyer radiates. Worried that he's given the Dark Destroyer a direct route back to New Earth in the lost probe, Martin hijacks his now antique Multiversal scout ship

SCANNER ONE and heads out to stop the Destroyer once and for all. To help him on this mission, he enlists:

ERIN BIA O'ROURKE-SINGH, aka DART - A telepathic mercenary, as well as his goddaughter. She's one of the deadliest, sexiest beings in the universe, and she has a precognitive "second sight" that comes in handy.

MORPHEA - An alien empath, forced on Champion by the ATARI FOUNDATION to serve as his psychiatrist. Ostensibly she's there to help him with his "delusions", but her connection to Martin's deepest convictions gives her reason to think he's actually right about the danger facing the Multiverse.

CHRIS CHAMPION, aka TEMPEST - Martin's estranged son. A professional fighting champion who's anger management issues and freakish teleportation abilities have made him a star in the Mega-Brawl circuit.

Wanted by the government of New Earth, and pursued by the ATARI Security Squad, Champion has to outwit them all and defeat the ultimate expression of evil all over again. Luckily this time he has the new, improved, ATARI FORCE!

Over the course of their adventure, their rag tag team grows in size as they pick up new members:

BABE - The hulking, freakishly strong infant from a world of rock-like creatures.

TUKLA OLY, aka PAKRAT - An impish, self-absorbed master thief who goes into berserker rages when cornered.

TAZ - A master soldier, last of her race, who carries deep anger and sadness within her.

MOSES FISK, aka BLACKJAK - Dart's lover, a roguish mercenary once thought dead, secretly brainwashed to do the Dark Destroyer's bidding. --- I loved AF as a kid, so when Jon asked me what book I'd reboot if I got the chance, it was one of a handful of titles I considered. I especially loved Jose Luis Garcia-Lopez' designs and storytelling, and Gerry Conway did a really good job weaving all these plot threads together in an exciting way.

My reboot of the book would reprise it as a 12 issue mini series (or maxi series, as it would have been called back then), and really play up some of the hard sci fi elements at the fringes of the concept, as well as inject a sort of European sense of storytelling to the character bits, while still remaining true to the general arc of the original.

The only character I would really change that much is Chris, who in the original is pretty lame/bland/whiney and was quickly overshadowed by Dart. I thought giving him the MMA-style fighting league to be a part of would be something interesting for him to use to try and cope with being crapped on by his dad all his life, as well as ground him more than in the original series, where he's really sort of a cypher-brat.

Another wrinkle I would explore is the sexual tension between him and his "sister", Dart. It's hinted at in the original series, but I think that I'd have it bloom fully in my version on these long weeks and months stuck on Scanner One - Chris always having had a thing for Dart since they were kids, and Dart being rather depressed and lovesick because of Blackjak's apparent death early in the series. Things would, of course get rather sticky when Blackjak reappears.

Needless to say, the ATARI FORCE gang eventually wins out against the new iteration of the Dark Destroyer, but not without some serious losses, and they limp off still wanted by the ATARI FOUNDATION and use the failing Multiversal drive on Scanner One to take them into unknown space..

Atari Force was created by Gerry Conway and Roy Thomas. (Read more)

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universestreasures · 1 year

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@crimsonkaiser Sent: An 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀 Sentence Starter (Accepting!)

❝ stop bossing me around. ❞ [@ Takuto bc they totally need to interact somehow lolol, maybe reverse?

“What was that..?” The envoy of the void speaks, their teeth gritting in irritation. Up until now, Toshiki Kai had been doing exactly as they had ordered. He traveled to spread the gifts of the Reverse across the many humans of this wretched and pathetic planet, having no hesitation even when faced with former friends. He was the perfect warrior, the perfect Vanguard for the Void’s takeover of both this world and Planet Cray.

And yet...he has recently shown signs of disobedience, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the cause. This sass they has been shown whenever they have given out an order all started the second Aichi Sendou fell at the hands of the Reverse Vanguard, who instead of being turned into a powerful soldier for their ever-growing army instead was now a helpless shell of himself locked up in one of the many rooms of the Tatsunagi Building. From their understanding, Toshiki Kai wanted to crush Aichi Sendou, to crush the boy who had overtaken him in power completely. And while Sendou’s spirit had certainly been crushed, the...protectiveness Toshiki Kai had been displaying, very much like a dragon would with a precious treasure, was…puzzling.

Turns out that maybe humans are more complex than they first thought. Though, that does not change the current situation. Toshiki Kai had sold his soul to Link Joker in exchange for power, and it was high time they remind him of that very fact. Maybe that will get him to change his tune.

“I think your time away from me has caused you to...forget how things work around here, but don’t worry, I’ll be more than happy to remind you of your place, my champion.”

A light laugh escapes their lips as their body glows in the signature blood red glow of the Link Joker clan, five floating rings then appearing from the tips of fingers that soon fly off in direction of the reversed human. The rings, another signature of the clan, would wrap themselves around the human’s wrists, ankles, and neck, all the while pinning him to the nearby wall inside the private study. Like this, he couldn’t ignore what the envoy is about to say.

“You may have crossed over to the Reverse of your own free will, but...it does not change the fact that by doing so you sold your soul to Link Joker. You belong to me, just as every single Reversed fighter on this planet does. You all are to carry out the Void’s will, whether you are a common solider or the Vanguard leading the charge. ”

The alien being then approaches the human, raising their hand to point towards the Link Joker deck that was in Toshiki Kai’s pocket. Their power levitates the box out of Kai’s possession, leaving it to float before the two of them. Perhaps a visual will be more salient to him of what he could stand to lose if he keeps up his attitude.

“But if you really want to go and keep on rebelling against me, like with how you didn’t make Sendou into a Reversed Fighter like I asked, then by all means go ahead! I’ll just be taking this back, then. And all the power that goes with it...”

The rings around the other’s skin would start to tighten, their power starting to drain the power of the Reverse out of Toshiki Kai’s body and back into the Link Joker deck that was hovering between the two. It would be a slow process, one that they would cease once the other would give back in. There was no way their champion would give up this power, not after what he did to obtain it. It had become an addiction, something the human could no longer live without, which was just what they needed to keep him in line.

“What a shame...I really was looking forward to watching you crush Ren Suzugamori. Oh, well...I guess I’ll just find some other fighter to do the job instead. Maybe Aichi Sendou will serve me well as the replacement for you. He’s perfect for the role considering how he replaced you in the eyes of everyone who once admired and looked up to you as one of the strongest fighters in the world...”

#💎 Solitary King Of Apocalyptic Flaming Thunder (Crimsonkaiser)#💎 Conductor Treasure (Takuto Tatsunagi)#💎 Conductor's Soul Twisted In The Void (Reverse Takuto)#💎 Conductor Answers (Takuto Asks)#💎 Conductor's Treasured Homeland (Takuto Main Verse)#tw long post #(I HAD WAY TOO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS NGL #(ONCE AGAIN WE TORTURING TOSHIKI KAI LOL JUST ITS CANONS TURN #(I LOVE HOW MY FIRST IC POST FOR TAKUTO ISNT EVEN TAKUTO LMFAO #(BUT REVERSE TAKUTO/LINK JOKER IS SO UNHINGED I LOVE THEM #(DECIDED TO CONNECT THIS TO OUR REVERSE AICHI DIVERGENCE TOO CAUSE YEAH #(ALSO IM GONNA HAVE REVERSE TAKUTO USE THEY/THEM PRONOUNS BECAUSE THEY ARE A REPRESENTATION OF LINK JOKER ITSELF #(PLUS IT JUST FEELS RIGHT TO ME SO WE DOING IT #(ALSO MAN WHY DIDNT THEY HANG OVER REMOVING THE POWER OVER KAI IN CANON WHEN KAI STARTED BEING ALL SASSY #(MISSED OPPROTUNITY THAT WE NOW USING

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I looked at the mods and stuff for guns in Mass Effect 1 and said “that’s a lot of words too bad I’m not reading em” and speaking of romance wishes god I wish Garrus was bi and poly existed in the game I would’ve both Garrus and Tali romanced so hard they were my ride or dies I took them everywhere unless I physically couldn’t or needed a specific a companion for a mission. Also I must’ve been really blinded by Ashley’s comments on aliens because it seems a lot of people liked her when I wasn’t really feeling her in one guess I gotta give her more of a chance.

(Also this is thebottomseareef I’m just on my main blog because I wanted to make a dnd/bg3 side blog to use on the app so it’d be more convenient and I wasn’t constantly logging into another account but I found out that you can’t send asks from side blogs so I’m just doing it from here because it’s easier)

"Too bad I'm not reading em" PEBCOQNXKQNDJSOJQSN yet you're still here reading my long ass posts, I'm honoured.

omfg yes, Garrus and Tali literally feel perfect in a poly yk? Like I've always took them with me on missions as a pair because their banter was so cute and they were the best balanced team for my character.

It is sad looking at older games and realising how much they hold themselves back just to appease their main demographic, like the legendary edition was two years ago and it would've made so much sense to make the aliens poly or bi. But they didn't because they didn't want to upset the majority of their demographic about the sudden change or getting into "Mass effect is woke now hmp! >:v" online scandal.

Like the romance is nice and every character is so sweet on their own, but something inside me dies each time I'm reminded this is strictly hetro and monogamous. Like I'd be having a blast cute moment with Kaidan then it hits me in the face that and I feel sad that all of this could've been missed if I had picked a male shepherd.

Games are evolving tho and that makes me happy. Especially shooter games bc we all know that's where the second most taxic gamers are, first being moba and souls-like games.

I'm happy that Liara is poly but also very shy and nervous around romance, that she admits this is not something she has ever done before. I'm glad Kaidan becomes bi because fuck yeah all the male shepherd deserves their beautiful bromance with him.

With Ashley, she is special. I like strong woman characters who are more aggressive. Like she truly embodies the soldier aspect of soldier while Kaidan feels more like a close friend with time. Ashley is someone who will punch a person if they were making you uncomfortable. She is someone who will march up to the cashier and tell them you asked for no pickles. Ashley would defend you in combat while Kaidan is more of a support.

She is more brash, confrontational. Punch first think later. Very protective and sweet in her own "no bullshit" kind of way.

With Garrus. He is so romantic and such a gentleman, my heart cannot take it. Like yk for a fact he is all starry eyed around you because you are a specter and he wanted to be one before. The way he thanks you all sweetly for letting him join your crew instead of leaving him with the annoying c-sec paperworks job. He is like RE1 Leon before he became jaded.

Tali is everything. Her genuine love for knowledge, for the craft and survival of her colony. She feels like a future ruler but before she became wiser. Tali is still in her wander and wonder phase while she travels the galaxy and gives her best to everything around her. She is earnest and very honest. Which is sad when she is met with suspicion for being too eager to help and study things.

Garrus and Tali would bond so much, shepherd would be the one keeping the both of them in check from forming a mad scientist cult that rescues kittens from trees.

#♡otherfandoms #♡mass effect #damn using your main blog with me already? I'm flattered that you're not ashamed of the smut writer you interact with anymore

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darbuckle21 · 1 year

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The night we met

Bucky angst

Tw: mentions of torture and violence ect…

“No- no, not again not again please” I beg Him but he doesn’t stop shoving me back into the ice water. “I’ll give you one more chance, where is he hiding?” He asks I glare at him. When I don’t respond he nods at the guards holding me on my knees before turning around towards the table behind him. He pulls out a syringe with some kind of fluid in it. “Let’s see if this gets you to talk” he smiles injecting me with the fluid. Red hot searing pain floods through me, the only thing keeping me off the floor are the guards on either side of me. I let out a blood curdling scream yanking myself away from the guards bringing my head to the cold cement. The cool temperature doesn’t do anything against the pain. It feels like my skin is melting off my bones into a puddle below me. Snot runs down my face mixing with tears. I’m now curled into a ball on my side puking up stomach acid. “Nothing?” He teases crouching down before me. I look up at him spitting on his shoe. He stands kicking me in the face. “Put her back in her cell”, he looks down at me. I'm thrown onto the concrete floor of my cell. “Assholes” I whisper when the guards walk off. I weekly crawl over to my bed. Around the same time the guards come back throwing a man with a metal arm in the cell across from me. His hair is shoulder-length, greasy and he's sweaty. He backs himself into the wall shaking his head. “my names, not Bucky- My names, not Bucky my names not Bucky my names not -” I interrupt his ramble. “Are you okay?” I whisper. He doesn't respond only staring at me. No, staring through me. “I'm fine” he finally responds. The man from before comes back followed by a couple guards. “Ohhhh, feeling better I see” he smiles pulling out another syringe this one is different though. It's a deep green color unlike the last murky yellow of the last one. I back away as the guards enter my cell. I kick the first guard but my weak state hinders me. The guards wrestle me still while he injects it into my arm. This time It feels like ice in my veins and I can't move. Can't scream or even puke like last time. The guards drop me and it all goes black.

When the world comes into view again I'm still in the same spot as before. I look around not able to move yet or speak. I hear punches and metal clanging. By the time I'm able to move the man from before is gone. I crawl into bed finally drifting off to sleep. I wake up to the screams from the lab. I force myself onto my side barely opening an eye when I hear footsteps and something being dragged. Then the man from before is now cuffed as he willingly walks back into his cell. This time I note a change in character his instead of being in a ball he lays on his bed looking at the ceiling like it's a TV. “What’s your name?” I ask bored in hopes of a conversation. He sits up looking at me before looking back up again. “The winter soldier” he replies. I’m not stupid enough to think that’s his actual name I’m just happy for an answer. “Well I’m Y/n, where are you from?” He shrugs his shoulders I furrow my brow with confusion. “Im from New York, got any family?” He shakes his head. “I’ve got a little brother his name his Peter, he’s a total dork” I smile thinking about him and my aunt. “He got an internship at this big company back home, he’s following my footsteps and wants to become a scientist as well” roll on my back listening to the man’s response. “Your a scientist?” He asks and I nod before smiling “not a good one” he huffs out a laugh. “Clearly you gotta be good at something or they wouldn’t want you here” my smile fades. “They just want to know the location of my boss” we both go quiet as a guard passes by.

I open my eyes upon hearing guards unlock my cell. This time I follow them I’ve lost the fight left in me. Once I arrive in the lab once again the guards force me into a chair and tying my arms legs and waist to the chair. It almost looked like a dentist chair but with straps on it. I look around seeing the fluids and tubes that are no doubt for me. The man come in smile on his face. This time he doesn’t ask where Dr.Banner is. Only a smile as he hooks me up to what looks like an IV bag but I know better. He then moves towards the table where the syringes wait of all different colors and thickness. He stars with the first one injecting it into me causing my vision to blur. I look around panicked as he takes notes while checking my pupils. He nods before turning and injecting the second, then the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth ,and tenth. By the time he got to ten I couldn’t hear or see anything only pain and panic. I could feel my heart rate slowing. My eyes open revealing I’m back in my cell. I sit up taking notice that The winter Soldier is still in his cell. Staring at the ceiling again maybe he’s going crazy due to how long he’s been here? I can’t judge though I’ll probably be next. “How long was I out?” I ask trying to figure out how long it’s been since they took me. “About two days” I look down grimly. “Why, got somewhere to be?” He half jokes. I nod look up at him “Peters birthday is next week, I promised I’d be there” he nods understanding. “I used to go get caught up in work that I’d forget” I smile as I continue. “He would always try to remind me but it would go in one ear and out the other, I wish I could go back and change that” we continue to talk for hours until he had to go for a mission. I stayed awake waiting for his return. Days turned into months, months turned into years, and I lost hope of his return thinking he was killed. I morned my lost friend. Every night I speak to him out loud as if his ghost can hear me. Telling him about the non stop voices and the vision change. I vent about how I feel like a robot constantly scanning rooms and people as targets or for an escape. I vent about my new found powers and the training they put me through everyday. Maybe they gave up hope on Bruce cause my new abilities? I could only hope my non-gravitational powers are enough to leave him alone. One day I overheard the guards speaking of Winter Soldier and how he escaped somehow. I could only catch on the few words I knew of their language. That was enough for me to snap out of the cage they put me into. I was going to break out and my new powers where certainly going to be helpful.

Tonight is the night. I use my power to float the key to my cell from the guards pocket while he taunts a poor soul. He snaps his head in my direction hearing my cell open aiming his gun at me but I’m quicker throwing the gun against the wall braking it doing the same with him, and many other guards in my path. They were like rag dolls under my control. Just like that I walk out the door leaving many unconscious, and potentially dead men in my path. Throwing whole tanks and guns as they chased after me till there was no more left. I walk, and walk, and walk some more till I find a small city. I see a woman about 28 smoking a cigarette outside some kind of restaurant. “Excuse me May I use your phone?” she doesn’t understand replying in Russian. I make a phone with my hand to show her what I meant. She smiled making an “ohhh” then pulling it out of her brown purse and handing it to me. I quickly type in Bruces number knowing he is an avenger. After several rings he picks up “this is Dr.Bruce Banner, who is this?” I smile releasing a relieved breath. “This is Y/n, can’t talk long track my location come get me” is all I say before hanging up and deleting the number from her call log and handing it back. I go inside the restaurant waiting for someone to show up. About an hour later a woman with red hair walks up to me smiling as if she knows me. “How did you manage to get lost? Come on I’ll call a cab” she leans down before whispering “Agent Natasha Romanof from shield” she opens her purse revealing her shield ID. I nod playing along just incase someone was listening. “Sorry” I reply following her outside.

I sit bouncing my leg nervously inside of my cell. It’s not like my one at hydra this one has glass and is very clean and they bring me food often. No guards no lab no syringes. Remind myself of this as I pace my cell. It’s just a pro caution I tell myself. Is not them it’s not hydra, It’s shield. I hear footsteps loud footsteps two people presumably men. I’m flooded with panic thinking the guards are back. I back until I’m in the corner of the cell in a defensive position. I’m not going back into that lab. I relax my fists but keep my position. I look up a Fury as he speaks “your being released into Barnes custody, but don’t think I’m not watching you” he warns. He steps aside revealing him. My lost friend, The winter soldier. “Hey doll” he greats flashing a charming smile. I notice his hair is short and his metal arm no longer has the hydra symbol on it. “Winter soldier?” I ask confused but mostly shocked. “The names Bucky” he smiles at the irony of the first time we met. I remember his words my names not Bucky he had repeated.

#bucky x you #bucky fic

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gogolucky13 · 3 years

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Mended

Summary: Bucky always comes to you for mending after missions.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x tall!f!Reader

Word count: 1,240

Warnings: Fluff. Minor description of bodily injuries.

Requested by: anonymous

A/N: This is for my follower celebration. I hope I did okay with this request as I am on the shorter side! Happy reading! 💜 gif not mine.

He’s back. Again.

The reformed assassin stumbles into your workspace for the third time this week; this time with a large gash across his cheek, the skin around it already beginning to purple. You also notice the gentle hold he has on his ribs as he favors his right side.

“We can’t keep meeting like this, doll,” Bucky says, a smirk stretching across his face. He hops up onto your medical table before you can even tell him to.

Despite his disheveled state—skin stained with dirt and blood, holes and tears littering his uniform—it does nothing to take away from his beauty, or stop your heart from speeding up just the slightest when he aims his charm in your direction.

Pinching your lips together, you give him a quick once over before responding, “I’m starting to think you’re getting hurt on purpose, Sergeant.” You cross your arms and give him a pointed look, an eyebrow raised slightly in accusation.

Bucky doesn’t respond. Instead, his smile widens as he shoots you a flirty wink.

Your lips are pressed firmly together as you attempt to hide the smile that threatens to break through, and you try to ignore the racing of your pulse. Turning around, you focus on the task of patching up the super soldier by collecting bandages and ointments from the counter and cabinets before you.

“What was it this time?” You ask, your back still facing him.

“Just some low-life Hydra agents,” he replies.

You hum in response, but then the sound of velcro being undone cuts through the room, stalling your movements. Eyes widening, you swallow thickly as you mentally prep yourself to face Bucky shirtless. Although you’ve treated him numerous times before, this part never seems to get easier.

Clearing your throat, you finish gathering the supplies you need and turn to face him, a forced, awkward smile plastered across your face. But it quickly falters when you notice the large black and blue mark on his ribs.

“Jesus, Bucky,” you gasp.

“Yeah,” he groans, raising his right arm and wincing at the discomfort. “They got me pretty good this time, but you should see the other guys.”

Rolling your eyes, you ignore his statement. Even when he’s banged up and bruised, Bucky still manages to crack a joke or two. You tend to always find it attractive after the fact, but usually in the moment, you’re more concerned about his health and wellbeing.

You quickly deposit the bandages and creams on the table beside him before making your way over to the small fridge in the corner of the room. Opening the freezer, you remove an ice pack, wrapping it in a white towel and handing it to him.

“Thanks,” he sighs.

“Of course,” you reply, taking a minute to inspect the injury. “Keep that on there for now.”

“Will do, Doc.”

Your gaze meets his; a pair of gray-blue eyes look to you, sparkling in wonder and charm. It causes a bashful heat to rise within you, and you swiftly shift your attention to prep for cleaning his face wound.

This is perhaps the fifteenth time Bucky has come to you for mending, and each time, the height difference hasn’t gone unnoticed by you. Or, lack thereof.

Standing at the table next to him, you’re almost at complete eye level with the super soldier, and for some reason, it gets you flustered and anxious. Although Bucky has never given you a reason to be self-conscious about your height, it’s always been a slight insecurity of yours. Growing up, you were the tallest one of your friends, and even now, you can’t help but notice the large number of petite nurses and scientists that wonder the halls of the Tower.

You feel Bucky’s eyes on you as you take your time opening the bandages, no doubt noticing the slight crinkle to your brow.

“Everything alright, doll?” Bucky softly asks, his deep voiced laced with concern.

“Uh, yeah,” you reply, clearing your throat and nodding. “Everything is fine.”

“Good, because I wouldn’t want my favorite doctor to be upset.”

Finally, your eyes snap back to his, and any self-conscious worry you had melts away under his bright smile.

“No,” you respond, the corners of your lips etching up into a small smile as you lift your hand to begin cleaning his wound. “Not upset.”

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The next time Bucky comes to you, it’s almost a week later. However, this time, you notice something very different about his appearance when he arrives. Specifically, you notice there are no cuts or bruises, and he doesn’t wear a torn up tactical suit.

Instead, he comes to you in clean, casual streetwear—jeans and a henley—and with his hair combed back and tied in a knot behind his head, you can see his face is clear, apart from the dusting of stubble along his jawline you always admire.

“Bucky?” You ask, brow furrowing as you try to puzzle together the reason for his visit.

He remains in the doorway to your workspace, one arm behind his back, and you sense he’s slightly on edge.

“Everything okay?”

The blank stare Bucky had moments prior quickly changes when he blinks it away, his eyes finally settling on you. He forces an awkward chuckle, a shy smile tugging at his lips when he takes a step into the room.

“Uh, yeah,” he replies, “Everything is fine, doll. Well, I mean…” he stumbles over his words, wiping the back of his free hand over his forehead. “I hope it will be fine. I, uh…”

His nervous ramblings cause a small stutter in your heartbeat, and you anxiously wait for him to tell you why he’s here.

“I, I brought you these,” he finally manages to say, bringing the hand he had hidden behind his back to his front, revealing a small bouquet of flowers.

The crinkle in your brow deepens, confusion contorting your features, but there’s a small spark of hope that ignites inside you. One that has your belly doing somersaults and your heartbeat increasing that maybe, just maybe, he’s come to ask you on a date.

When you don't respond, Bucky takes it as his cue to continue on. “They’re a thank you for always being here to help patch me up.”

At his words, that small flame of hope is quickly extinguished, your stomach dropping in disappointment as a frown begins to settle across your features. But just as you start to look away, the sound of his voice brings your focus back to him.

“And also, I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner with me tonight?”

It takes you a moment to register his question, to realize this is actually happening, and Bucky’s demeanor shifts into a bigger ball of nerves as you remain unresponsive. But then his chest deflates in relief when you finally respond, a lop-sided grin unfolding over his features.

“Yes,” you breathe, “Yes, I’d love to.”

He steps forward, meeting you in the middle of the room to hand you the flowers. You gingerly take them, admiring the soft, silk petals of the red roses he picked out.

“I’ll pick you up at eight?”

“That sounds good, Sergeant.”

You offer him a smile, and it widens when he leans over to place a chaste kiss to your cheek before he steps away to leave.

“See you then, Doc.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes

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blackbat05 · 2 years

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Unexpected Fate

Shangqi x Reader (Enemy to Lovers AU)

A/N: This is me trying to revive my Shangqi writing! Comments are always appreciated! Hope you enjoy it! Happy 1 year again @tonystarksfavoritedaughter!!!😬😬😬

Genre/Prompt: PG-13/'I really love holding you'

Warnings: Mentions of blood, drugs.

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‘Don’t you ever give up?’ You snarl at the man in front of you.

‘Sorry, giving up isn’t my middle name.’ He gives you a grin that you want to slap off his face. ‘Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard-OOF.’

Shangqi flies back, crashing onto the hard floor of the rooftop. He quickly flips himself up, regaining his balance.

‘You asked for it, lady!’

Activating the rings around his arms, he aims it at you, hoping to knock you out in one blow. Too bad you saw it coming from a mile away as Shangqi fails to see a yellow blast hurtling straight into him that causes him to fall off the edge of the building.

‘So? What happened next?’ Your twins asked in unison, curled up in between you and Shangqi.

‘Did Baba lose again?’ Yihao snickered, earning a tickle to his sides from his father who only looked amused.

‘Mm-hm.’ His twin sister, Yilin nodded solemnly. ‘Mama’s too powerful. No one can beat her. Right Mama?’

‘Of course Baobei.’ You bobbed her nose playfully. ‘Not even your Baba.’

Your husband pretended to look offended at that statement. ‘Hey, you gotta give your Baba some credit here! I did marry your Mama after all. And she is the most amazing woman I ever met.’

The twins pretended to cringe and gag respectively. Yilin then turns to you.

‘How did Baba even get to marry you?’

Shangqi topples over the roof, unable to process anything in that split second.

Shit, he thinks. So much for being an Avenger. He tries to use the power of his rings to grab hold onto a fixed structure only to miss it by an inch.

Like the feeling of recovering from turbulence, Shangqi feels himself being lifted up again. He sees Captain America in his winged glory, giving him a pointed look.

The two men watch you slip out of their grasp for what is the umpteenth time.

‘I’m starting to think you’re actually letting her get away?’ Sam questions.

‘That’s not it! Every time I’m about to get her, she pulls some magic mojo on me!’ Shangqi retorts only for Sam to raise his eyebrows at the proficient martial artist.

‘Yup. Definitely letting her get away.’

Shangqi raises his arms in defeat. Not because Sam was being ridiculous, but because he was right.

Thanks to the Avenger database, he knows enough. Separated from your family at the age of 5 during the war in Madripoor, you became one of the many test subjects of crazed scientists, emerging as the few of Project Black Sun.

You became the ‘daughter’ of a famous triad boss operating in the very heart of Hell’s Kitchen. But in reality, you were just his soldier. Mercilessly executing the orders that allowed him to reign an iron fist over the drug trade.

For months, Shangqi had been partnered with Captain America himself to shut down multiple drug warehouses popping up across the country.

The only problem was that the big boss himself seemed to be aware of the Avengers’ activities. And that’s how you came into the picture.

Sure, the first few occasions had the usual good guy-bad guy banter that Shangqi may have secretly enjoyed a little too much. But he couldn’t help but not ignore that brief conversation he had with you.

The rain only got heavier as he chased you through the alleyways. He sees the edge of your boot disappear into the corner a few meters ahead and gives chase, only to find you stuck at a dead end.

‘The game’s up Sun! Nowhere to run.’

To his surprise, he doesn’t get a snappy response from you. Instead, he sees you collapse onto the muddy street. Head bent, Shangqi can tell that something was clearly wrong with your heavy breathing.

‘If you’re trying to trick me again, it’s not working.’ Shangqi warns rings charged to fire. He cautiously takes a few steps forward, finally seeing that you weren’t playing around.

Hand caked in your own blood, you clutched at your side as you attempt to stop the bleeding.

‘You… finally… got… me…’ You gave him a smile that was stained red before losing consciousness.

‘I got it! Baba woke you up with a kiss like Snow White!’ Yilin’s eyes shined with hope.

‘Not exactly,’ you see your daughter’s disappointment. ‘But Baba is even better than Prince Charming.’

You blink your eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the sudden light that was trying to pry its way in. As you register where you are, a familiar voice comes from above you.

‘You’re awake. He’ll be glad to know that.’

And you see the famous Doctor Bruce Banner appear at your side, checking your vitals. You wait for the scathing remarks but it never came. Instead, he quietly leaves you to rest, speaking to Shangqi who comes rushing in seconds later.

‘What happened?’

Shangqi contemplates how he should approach the topic.

‘Thanks to you, we found him at one of the safe houses. He was planning to burn it down after he attacked you.’

You nod numbly, processing the information.

‘Want to tell me what’s going on?’

Attached to multiple machines, Shangqi no longer sees you as a high risk but a frail young girl who was tossed into the fiery pit against her own will.

So you did. You told him everything. How your boss wanted to expand his trade to minors due to the lucrative prospects. You could cross the line if you wanted to, but this was completely against your morals. With your supposed adoptive father becoming increasingly aggressive, you decided it was time to give him up.

One problem though - there was no way you could go to the authorities. You did what you had to, attract the attention of the Avengers. And that’s how you came to be.

‘You don’t have to run anymore. Your testimony against him will help us to lock him up.’ Shangqi tells you, unsure of how to continue. He coughs awkwardly, standing up.

‘You should get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow to figure out the details with Sam.’ He refers to your current status as a criminal. Shangqi walks towards the exit, leaving you alone. ‘Shangqi!’ He turns around.

‘Yeah?’

‘Um… thank you. For everything.’

‘Of course.’

‘So… Uncle Sam was like a fairy godmother?’ Yihao crinkles his nose, trying to follow the story. You and Shangqi laughed. ‘How did he help you Baba?’

‘Well…’

A year later…

‘Hey, Shangqi!’ The man in question turns around to see Sam rushing towards him.

‘What’s the rush?’

Sam raises an eyebrow. ‘The rush? Your girl about to go out on a blind date with that SHIELD agent.’

Shangqi stops in his tracks. ‘So? That’s not my problem. She can go out with whoever she wants to.’

His defensive tone had made the Captain raise his hands in defense. ‘Alright lover boy. But just saying, you better do something before she’s gone.’

As if the world was playing with him, he sees you walking towards the exit, looking different than your usual combat outfit. He stares at Sam who can only offer him an encouraging nod.

‘Go get her tiger.’

‘I can’t believe it!’ Yihao laughs, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. ‘So Baba yelled in front of all the Avengers and the Captain America that he liked you?’

Shangqi knew that the onslaught of embarrassment was going to come eventually. So he nods his head. ‘Not my finest moment son. But I got your Mama didn’t I?’

You checked the clock hanging on the wall. It was time for the kids to get to bed so that they could train with Xialing tomorrow.

‘Aw… I want to hear more!’ Yilin pouts as Shangqi carries her up the stairs.

‘Another time Baobei. Don’t you want to see Auntie tomorrow?’ He gives a kiss on her chubby cheeks before gently setting her down on the bed. ‘Do you want to hug Pablo?’ Shangqi passes a huge penguin plushie into Yilin’s arms.

‘Goodnight Baba.’

‘Goodnight Linlin, sweet dreams.’

Making sure that his little princess had drifted off to dreamland, Shangqi carefully tiptoes his way out, making his way to your shared bedroom where you were already in bed.

‘That was fast.’ You placed your book beside the drawer, inviting him into the sheets. Your husband shrugs.

‘What can I say? I’m just good at it.’

'Sure you are.' You face him, sheets covering the both of you.

'Penny for your thoughts?' Shangqi holds your hand. So many years have passed, but you still marvel at his ability to read your mind.

You made grave mistakes. You had red on your ledger. So no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't wrap your mind around seeing yourself being loved. It was horrible, but when it rears its ugly head, you can't think of a good reason that you deserved this new life.

'You're going there again aren't you?' Shangqi sighs. He wasn't mad, just a little disappointed that you can't see the good in yourself sometimes. This world was harsh, he wasn't going to have you bury yourself under more self-criticism.

'Hey, hey.' You look straight into his brown ones. 'I told you before remember? We all make mistakes. You paid your dues. You're not the bad guy.' He sees that there are still traces of doubt left on your face.

'I'm not perfect too babe. Pretty sure I told you about how my father trained me to become a killer.'

'Is that why you couldn't turn me in when we first met?' Shangqi was relieved that you were no longer slipping away at the sound of you teasing him.

'Maybe? Maybe not.' He brings you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you. 'That's not important now, is it? What's important is the present.'

You lean into him, savoring the moment. The only thing you can do is to focus on the now.

'Uh... babe?'

'Yeah?' Shangqi snuggles into you further. You really loved how affectionate he was with you. Really. But...

'You think you could loosen up on the grip a little? It seems like our little bean here just gave me a heads-up.' You shift slightly, facing yourself towards the ceiling that revealed your baby bump.

‘Sorry,’ your husband apologizes. ‘But you got to know by now… I really love holding you.’

[END]

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wannabe-fic-writer · 3 years

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Moment In Time

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Just when you've gotten out, you’re given a reason to come back.

Warnings: Mild Language

Chapter 5

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“You and Fury seem to forget that I’m retired pretty easily.” You say, eyes focused on your surroundings instead of the man talking to you.

A nice breeze flows past, followed by another crowd of passersby. The street is busy as always at this time of day but you always appreciate the hustle and bustle of the city. Something about it appealed to you.

New York has always been busy, for as long as you can remember. Admittedly, with the lack of advanced technology in your time, people spent a lot more time talking to each other in passing than they now spend on their phones.

“No one’s forgotten, except maybe you,” Tony says and you turn to refocus your attention on him.“ Or did you forget that it was you who copped a ride with Fury to Sokovia.”

Of course you didn’t forget that. That mission had been more dangerous and life threatening than any one you’d previously been on.

The man hums and nods, a soft chuckle leaves his lips,“ unless of course you weren’t there for the team.”

“What?” Your eyebrows pinch together,“ what’re you talking about?”

“I’m talkin about you and Romanoff.” He leans forward, pushing his coffee cup away a little.“ Clint told me about that little moment you two had before the city fell. What’d you do? Spring to action when you realized Natasha was in danger?”

Your eyes roll but you avoid answering his question. Cause that is actually what you did. On top of being generally concerned with the safety of your friends, your main focus was Natasha. You’d never admit it, out loud, but you know that’s what happened. And you know why you did, even if you won’t admit it at all.

“Awe, don’t want me exposing your crush on Nat?” He further teases and your nose turns up at him.

“Think I liked you better when you were running around in pjs and building robots and stuff.” He makes an offended face and you smile sarcastically at it.“ If I agree to train the Maximoff kids will you not mention these supposed feelings for Natasha that you assume I have.”

For a moment he looks at you, then nods.“ You’ve got yourself a deal Y/ln. Also,” he pushes his chair back and stands up,“ you’re just training the girl. Rogers apparently has some special plan for Speedy.” Picking up his cup, he claps his hand on your shoulder with extra force, and walks away.

Just as you’re about to slouch into your seat to stay an extra few minutes he calls out for you to come with him and you resist the urge to groan. Sighing softly, you finish your tea and get up.

As you expected Tony takes you to the tower. His choice of music blasts through the sports car and you can’t help but chuckle. Since he was thirteen he’d been obsessed with classic rock. You have no idea what the first song he heard was but whatever it was it hooked him to the genre.

Through the loud music he explains everything you’ll have to go over with Wanda and mentions that he’s getting a facility together upstate that will become the new Avengers HQ, but that move is going to take some time so the tower is still “home” as of now. You nod along, knowing that if not for your enhanced abilities you wouldn’t be able to hear him correctly.

By the time Tony pulls into the private parking garage, whipping into his spot and turning the car off, you completely understand what role you’re about to play in terms of training Wanda.

“What? Eager to get to work?” He asks after you’ve practically sprinted out of the car.

“More like eager to get out before my ears start bleeding.” You tell him, glancing over your shoulder at him to stick your tongue out playfully. You don’t have to keep looking at him to know he rolled his eyes.

The familiarity of the building makes it easy to navigate. Pretty much leaving Tony in the dust, you walk through the lobby to the elevators. Taking them up to the training floor.

Your plan hadn’t been to see anyone just yet. Mainly coming here to form some sort of plan as far as training the Maximoff girl goes. Only for her to be the person you run into once having stepped into the training room.

She’s across the room, fingers running over the edges of a treadmill as her eyes look through the large floor to ceiling window. You imagine she’s taking in the sight the tower provides of New York.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” You ask, effectively grabbing the young woman’s attention. She turns her head to face you, eyebrows pinching together as she’s not familiar with you, only having seen you just before you hugged Natasha in Sokovia.

“It is.” She replies shortly and you chuckle at it, stepping further into the room.

Giving her a soft smile you introduce yourself,“ I’m Y/n,” you move over to the weight benches,“ Stark asked me to come in and help you adjust.”

Her eyes narrow and that draws your attention to the fact that her eyes are green.“ Are you an Avenger? Because I haven’t seen you around here.”

“I am not. I’m supposed to be retired but no one seems to give a damn so here I am.” Spreading your arms a little to emphasize your current location.

For whatever reason your words make her giggle and you smile at that, happy to have broken the ice at least a little.

“So how’re you going to help me adjust Y/n?” Her inquisitive gaze follows her moving closer to you.

“Not sure. What do you need help adjusting to?” Your head tilts and your eyebrow quirks.“ The training regiment? Your new chaotic teammates? Living in New York?”

“Is all of the above an option?” She asks, and although you know she’s serious you still hear the teasing in her tone.

With a quiet laugh you nod,“ all of the above is an option.” You let her know.“ Um, I’m not sure of all the details with the move upstate but how about I show you around the tower and we can go over the basics of your training and such?” You decide to pose it as a question in case she doesn’t want to.

“That would be nice actually.” She smiles and you notice that it’s truly genuine. So with a smile in return, you motion for her to follow you out of the room.

With her being on this floor, you assume she’s seen it all. Not that there’s much to see. It’s the training floor so there’s nothing but gyms and a locker room. Getting in the elevator, you press the number for one of the floors dedicated to just hanging out.

Not liking the silence of the elevators, Wanda breaks it with a question.“ So why didn’t you join the Avengers?”

“Um,” you take a deep breath and release it as a sigh,“ I’d already done the whole superhero thing before. The Avengers came in and I was no longer needed.”

“Oh really?” She asks and her tone of voice makes you chuckle, then nod.“ And what made you want to be a superhero?”

The elevator stops and the doors slide open.“ I saw what they could do. The difference superheroes make in people's lives.”

Picking up on the shift in your energy, Wanda frowns, ignoring the very expensive looking stuff in the room.“ What happened?” She asked carefully, as if she were trying not to trigger something.

“I-” you sigh softly, contemplating whether to actually tell her or not. Looking into her eyes you see past the general curiosity and what you find pushes you to tell her.

So you both get comfortable on one of the couches in the room and you open up to her.“ I was taken by HYDRA when I was fairly young. And it’s not like the guards and scientists were interested in anything other than making me the perfect weapon. So when they started to experiment on me I was already in a horrible state physically. My health was on a steady decline and none of their experiments worked, it actually made me fatally ill. And with no further use of me, they’d left me there to die.”

Wanda listens intently, eyes misting with tears at the information of your mistreatment.“ But you didn’t.”

“No I didn’t,” you both laugh softly at that.“ The, at the time soon to be, founders of SHIELD were working with the US military to shut down HYDRA after World War II and they found the facility I was being held in. While they saved everyone who was being held captive there, I was in the worst shape. Seeing that I was on the verge of death, they made a decision to administer the super soldier serum to me to save my life.”

Wanda’s eyebrows raise and you have to admit that her expression is amusing.“ You’re a super soldier from World War II?” You nod.“ How old would that make you?”

“I’m 90. And I wasn’t in the war. I was born before the war. When it started I was 16 and already in a HYDRA base.”

She looks down and bites her bottom lip. You know she has another question on the tip of her tongue. And with her background, having volunteered to be experimented on by HYDRA, you know she’ll have a lot more questions after that.

So with a deep breath, you ask what’s on her mind and tuck in for a long conversation.

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After a long day at SHIELD, going over papers to further induct the twins into the Avengers, Natasha finally gets back to the tower. She ignores all the SHIELD agents rushing in and out of the lobby and goes straight for the elevators.

Mentally, she admits that after the headache that is going into SHIELD, the sound of your laugh as soon as she gets on the main floor is refreshing. A small smile forms on her face and she makes her way towards the kitchen where she hears your voice.

While she knows you’re friends with the rest of her team, she can’t help but wonder if you came here to see her.

That thought falls short the instant she reaches the kitchen doorway. She quickly finds that the source of your laugh is the same young woman she’d just been recruiting onto her team.

In fact, laughter comes from you and Wanda as you cook together. The aroma smells incredible but she can’t help but to remember that this is the very same thing the two of you had done on multiple occasions.

“Nat, hey, when’d you get here?”

Your voice pulls Natasha from her thoughts and she almost smiles again. Almost.

“A few minutes ago.” She decides to take a step closer, which puts her right in the doorway.“ What’re you two making?”

“Um,” your eyebrows pinch together and you look at Wanda.

“Paprikash.” She answers with a quiet giggle and a shake of her head.

You smile at her then look back up at Natasha,“ we’re making Paprikash.”

The redhead hums, debating with herself on whether she should stay or not. An indescribable feeling nagged in the back of her mind, growing more persistent as she looks at you and Wanda happily interacting with one another. It gradually chips away at her excitement to spend time with you and she hates it.

With a huff she says,“ I’ll leave you two to it.”

She turns on her heel and walks away, effectively dodging the blue blur that is Pietro running into the kitchen, heading back to the elevator. With her floor practically empty due to the move, she wasn’t eager to go up but it seemed more relaxing than watching someone else make you laugh and smile how she did.

Just as the elevator doors have started to close you slip through, narrowly missing getting your arm caught between the doors, and stand directly in front of her. Your eyes scan her form, up to her face and lingering there. She watches as you take her in, your eyes finally meeting.

In a soft voice, one that practically melts her heart, you ask,“ are you okay?” She can’t say she expected you to ask that, plus the equally as soft look in your eyes, she grasps for an answer. One that isn’t ‘I didn’t like seeing you so happy with someone else’.

“Just tired. It’s been a long day and my floor isn’t exactly relaxation friendly right now.” She excuses.

Nodding along, you smile a little at her,“ think I could help with that if you’d let me.” And there’s no way she’s saying no.

That’s how, a little over thirty minutes later, she finds herself following you into your apartment building with takeout bags and beer in hand.

You hadn’t explained the plan until you were picking up the food. Telling her that a change of scenery might be exactly what she needs. Her trying to relax and unwind at the Tower was equivalent to a lawyer trying to relax at their firm.“ You can’t destress from work at work.” You reasoned.

Unlocking your door, you gently push it open and hold it for Natasha. She wasn’t sure what to expect of your apartment, but what she finds definitely isn’t it.

Walking into your apartment makes her a little confused. It’s like stepping into a time vault that housed a number of different eras all at once. While things like your appliances and a few tables or paintings were modern or at least from the last decade, your couch, chairs, and even your cabinets look dated.

It was as if you furnished your home without a single clue of what you actually knew you wanted to present. But it’s you. Natasha finds that it almost perfectly embodies the person she’s come to know you to be.

Since the moment she met you it was clear you were equally as present as you were stuck in the past. Your friendships with Tony and Steve showed that in an ironic way. With Tony the majority of your conversations or bonding was over the future, things he was planning, building, or tinkering with that would change the future. While with Steve you focused on the way things used to be in the era you grew up and were raised in.

“Nice place.” She finally says, moving her eyes from the kitchen to you.“ Very, you.”

The look you give her makes a small giggle leave her lips. You seemed so proud of her first comment and then the second one made you frown, as if you couldn’t tell if you should take it as an insult or a compliment.

“Don’t think too hard Y/ln, your ears are starting to smoke.” She says jokingly, patting your cheek without giving it any thought. Her turning away makes her miss the way you flush at her inconsequential touch.

At your invitation, she makes herself at home, finding a spot on the couch and starting to unpack the food. You join her shortly after with plates and forks, turning the tv on and going to a channel you both enjoy watching.

“How you feelin about the move?” You ask, picking up your plate and leaning back against the couch. Even though the tv is on, Natasha can’t help but notice that all your attention seems to be on her.

While she is definitely used to the attention, men and women alike focusing solely on her because of her looks, your attention is different. She knows it would be unreasonable of her to think you aren’t paying attention to her for her looks because well, when she gives you attention the first thing she looks at is your looks. You’re incredibly attractive, especially to the redhead. But it was more than that.

On both ends, yourself and Natasha saw the physical beauty, but you looked beyond that. You saw the beauty of each other’s personalities.

You’re lighthearted, you have an outlook on life that she finds intriguing, and not just because you’re decades older than her, it was how you maintained a fairly optimistic view on things despite the cards you’d been dealt in the past. On top of that you’re honest and caring, especially to the people you consider friends and family.

As far as she goes, you see her in, almost, the same way she sees you. She’s honest. Shows her care in a way that you find adorable, mainly because it’s so nonchalant. Her will to keep going, to endure the many trials she’s been through. Her strength never fails to amaze you. Not to mention the absolute admiration you have for her in regards to her clearing her ledger. Especially since being an Avenger means so much more to her than just that.

That thought alone sends a rumbling of butterflies in her stomach and she hates how childish it feels but loves it all the same.

“Um,” she looks down, letting her hair curtain between you two to hide the blush that rises.“ I can’t say I feel any particular way about it.”

When she feels your fingers ghost over her cheek, she has half a mind to grab your hand and break it, but it’s you and she’s been secretly craving your touch. In the softest gesture she’d ever been on the end of, you brush her hair back. Your fingers lightly run over her cheek and temple as you hook her hair behind her ear.

She looks over to see you drop your head slightly to catch her eye, a little smile on your face.“ It is okay if you aren’t all that happy to be leaving. The tower has been your home for the last few years. An attachment or even familiarity with it is understandable.”

“I-” she sighs, just barely tilts her head closer to your touch, then lifts her head.“ I’ve never had a home Y/ln.” She knows you can hear the hurt in her words, cause admittedly she didn’t hide it like she usually would. She doesn’t feel the need to with you.

You go quiet for a moment and Natasha wonders if maybe she should’ve kept her somber comment to herself. The instant she considers walling herself off again, you speak.“ Well then maybe,”

She raises an eyebrow at you.“ Maybe what?”

“Maybe this could be your home.” You swallow, nerves manifesting in the way you play with your food.“ I know you’ve only just been here today but, everyone deserves a safe haven. Somewhere they can escape from the rest of the world. Everyone deserves a home.” You finally look back into her eyes,“ especially you Nat.”

You didn’t know but in that moment you got to her in a way no one else ever had. You didn’t tear her walls down. Instead, as if understanding the very reason the walls had been put up in the first place, you built a door to her heart and soul. And only you hold the key to it.

She’s hit with the weight of her feelings for you, feelings she’d never had for anyone before. As terrifying as she finds it, she can’t help but think that if there’s anyone who she could trust to be gentle with these feelings it’s you.

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captainwans · 3 years

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DANGEROUS LIAISONS — BUCKY BARNES

pairing: bucky barnes x nurse! fem! reader

summary: in which, one of the prominent nurses of hydra gets introduced to their new deadly asset.

warning: mentions of anxiety disorders, ptsd, angst, traumatized reader, bucky in pain, memory loss, slight misogyny, don’t read it if you feel uncomfortable.

word count: 1,6k

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A LOUD PIERCING SCREAM IS WHAT PULLED [Y/N] OUT OF HER THOUGHTS. The pain in their voices and the roaring cries of help made the young nurse's hand tremble with fear as she treated one of the subjects from H.Y.D.R.A's upcoming project. She could feel the ground vibrate from the blaring screech echoing in the halls and diving towards the nurse room. She could feel her heart thumping loudly inside her chest, and her stomach churned.

[Y/N]’s patient, who was mindlessly sitting onto a broken chair, snapped his fingers in front of her face, snapping her out of her daze. She looked at the subject, a frown forming into her features as she went back to work. Adding gentle touches to his wounds, she skillfully treated his arm and put one of her homemade ointments onto his gash.

When she was finished, the soldier gave her a quick nod and was left alone with the other nurses who were bustling around her. She anxiously bit her fingernails, darting her gaze across the room as she tried to tone out their screams.

Janet, her co-worker, and a close friend, looked at her with concern. Her eyes were clouding with worry as she gazed down at the petite woman who was fiddling with her hands, her dark locks hiding her face.

"Sweetie, are you alright?" [Y/N] could feel a warm hand being placed on her shoulder and she flinched, her posture rigid and tense. Her hand immediately left her shoulder, the warm touch quickly disappearing and were replaced with a rush of coldness instead. "I'm fine, Jane." she reluctantly said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Janet's eyes softened. She opened her mouth but closed it, not wanting to pry into her business. She went back to her subject, measuring their blood pressure while her worry for the young woman still lingered at the back of her mind.

The young nurse sighed tiredly, slowly standing up from her chair and stretched her body. She could feel her bones crack which made her grimace in disgust. Sauntering towards the door, she shifted her body around, softly mumbling that she was going for a walk.

She wandered off into the dark alley with an uneasy look on her face. She could feel goosebumps break into her skin and she shuddered, feeling a cold sensation down her spine. As she neared closer to the main facility, she could hear their screams more, making her clench her jaw. She walked towards the entrance of Arnim's lab and almost gasped at the sight in front of her.

A young man was strapped into what looked like an electro machine, and he was screaming in agony. [Y/N] pushed her body behind the door, her eyes never leaving his state. Tears threatened to fall and she let out a small gasp as she watched them pulling the electro helmet around his head, as well as putting a gum inside his mouth to make it less painful, but by the looks of it, the gum was no use.

The machine activated and fastened its pace, making the man cry out in pain. He sobbed and cried from the torment, vigorously shaking in his seat. He tightly shut his eyes, his screams increasing with every stimulation he received.

Arnim Zola, who stood not too far behind the spectacle in front of him, took a look around the lab before landing his gaze on the young nurse with a soft smile on his face. "Ah, Miss [Y/L/N]. You came right in time." the Swiss scientist beamed in happiness, walking over to her with a smile, his eyes clouding with excitement.

[Y/N], who was still hiding behind the door, tightly gripped the door handle. A small pout formed into her mouth and she looked at him, her eyes painted with fear and horror.

Arnim brought his hand out, giving her a reassuring smile. "There's no need to be scared, my Liebling. C'mon, the others are waiting," he told her, inching his hand closer to the nurse.

With hesitation, she carefully took his hand and released her tight grip on the door handle, leaving the door behind her as he brought her closer inside the lab. She took cautious steps and approached the others, who were impatiently waiting for the man's results.

To her surprise, they seemed pretty used to his cries and seemed to enjoy his suffering, making her blood boil. She gave the Soviet soldiers a glare as she approached them, a look of disdain etched onto her face.

Arnim gently brought her to the table filled with a variety of tools and equipment delicately placed on the cold steel counter. She looked down at them, frowning.

"Sir, he won't give in. What is our next step?" a soldier asked the scientist, their glare hardening once he noticed the nurse's presence. She scowled, giving him a disapproving look.

Arnim sighed, bringing a finger across his lips with a thoughtful look. "Chain him up, start over, and increase the levels of stimulation." was the last thing he said before leaving the lab.

The soldiers obeyed and did as they were told and increased the volume, making an ear-piercing scream emit from the man’s lips. He gripped the chair tightly, making his knuckles white as snow. The veins in his throat bulged and his screams got louder, making her close her eyes. "You're hurting him."

A soldier scoffed, averting his gaze away from the subject towards the female. His glowering face pierced through her like a knife was held over a fire, and she could feel her heart inside her throat. "If you can't handle it, princess, then why are you working here?" he asked, a smirk plastered onto his features making shivers down her spine as her mouth went dry, being unable to let out a word.

[Y/N] squeezed her hands into fists and put her gaze on the table, watching the tools vibrating from the screams erupting in the room. She closed her eyes and counted, trying to block the painful noise. She clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut, vigorously shaking her head.

It felt like hours when it only took a few minutes when the torture ended. The nurse opened her eyes and worriedly looked at the man. His bloodshot eyes were glimmering in the light and sweat was slowly sliding down his rough skin as soft gasps emitted from his pink lips. His wide eyes darted across the room, panting heavily.

The Soviet soldiers released him, removing the tools that were hatched into his body, causing the man to whimper in pain. The needles that were pierced through him were harshly pulled out. Soft hiccups erupted from his lips as he watched them detaching the helmet from his head, as well as the gum that was still inside his mouth.

[Y/N]’s eyes were welling up with tears and she quickly blinked, avoiding any tears to fall by looking at the side, covering her face with her hair. She quietly sniffed and held her trembling hands to her face, trying to regain her breathing.

"[Y/L/N], he's yours now." one of the soldiers said, their strict voice pulling her out of her state. She cleared her throat and nodded, muttering a quick thanks. A painful silence occurred, but she didn't dare to say anything, not wanting to act or say the wrong thing.

She carefully landed her gaze on the man again, who instinctively looked at her, his face filled with fear and she wanted nothing more than to wrap him into a hug and whisper sweet and comforting words into his ears. The look he gave her made her stomach knot. He looked like a kicked puppy.

The man watched her, his eyebrows were knotting tightly while his lips were parted as his breathing became more shallow and heavy when he noticed her nearing closer. His hands found their way behind him, gripping onto the chair for dear life.

With hesitant steps, she took small steps as she slowly approached the scared man. His eyes followed her every move, afraid if she could disappear, or worse, find another way to torture him. His body relaxed slightly once he saw her putting both of her hands up, signaling that she meant no harm. His posture was still stiff and tense and she noticed his eyes were welling up with tears.

[Y/N] kneeled down onto his level and looked into his eyes, her eyes softening. She opened her mouth, but quickly closed it, debating if she was even allowed to talk to the poor man. Ignoring her thoughts, she gave him a gentle smile. "I'm not gonna hurt you," she said in a whisper, scared to increase her voice. She brought her hand out and looked at him with another sweet smile.

He shakily exhaled and looked at her, his eyes studying her every movement, trying to detect a lie. It took a little while for him to snap back to reality and when he did, he reluctantly brought his hand, making her smile gratefully as she gently brushed a hand over his scars, making him jerk back with a hiss. She frowned and brought her hand back, not wanting to pry any further.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." her sweet-honey voice filled inside his ears, making his tears slowly slid down his rosy cheeks as he looked down. He noticed his metal arm, gleamed ever so slightly in the dark. He watched it with knitted eyebrows, feeling the salty liquid entering inside his mouth.

Her stomach clenched, feeling sympathy wash over her. She sighed and cleared her throat, "What's your name, sweetheart?" she softly asked, her voice lacing with genuine curiosity and kindness.

He pondered at the question, a look of confusion plastered onto his face as his mind went into melancholia. His heart soared inside his chest, feeling panic wash over him. The man finally looked up, a dreadful look painting his face. "I-,I don't know."

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ramblesamongstardust · 3 years

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Stressed- an AI x reader

A-35 x gender-neutral reader I’m not thrilled with how this one turned out, but I figured I might as well post it for y’all, because why not? A story where you yell at your AI boyfriend for being a gosh darn workaholic can’t be that bad, right?

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The outpost they sent you to was a dusty, dingy, backwater world. You were the only mechsuit assignment there, for one. All alone in your class. When you arrived, the team of wearied soldiers and scientists regained a spark of excitement in their eyes. A Radiant-class suit, they whispered among themselves as soon as you would turn the corner. Maybe things will pick up around this dump.

But they didn’t. In a week, you were just as bored as the rest of them. A backwater world with no action. Your assignment there had been not much more than a show of force and a morale boost. This world, far from any front, was about as protected as they came.

At first there were plenty of menial tasks. Things needed lifted and rearranged, so what better to do it than a suit? You and A-35 wrestled around loads of cargo and rearranged the storeroom. Then you went on to do the dangerous jobs- calibrating the weather sensors in deep sub-zero temperatures would be a risk for any of the ordinary folk. You, however, waded through the deep snow with little effort.

Each one was a job well done, even if it involved no actual combat. You and A-35 would write the report for your excursions together. He was a very good analyst, and you knew he could write the reports all on his own, but you liked to pitch in with your own thoughts and experiences, and he happily included them.

He found it odd. He thought that most humans would have wanted to get out of menial work, not throw themselves into it. But. . . there was no denying that he liked having your input.

Then the labor jobs ran out.

It wasn’t through the fault of anyone running the base. There were simply no more jobs to be done that required you to be in the suit. During the last march to the hangar, you debated whether or not to actually get out of the suit when they commanded you. You wanted to hang onto the murmurs of A-35 in your ear and the way that he held you.

It was only when A-35 assured you he would be fine that you got out.

It turns out, they did still have a valuable and important use for a Radiant-class suit: processing power. There was no doubt that A-35′s systems were state-of-the-art, and it would be wasteful to leave such a powerful computer sitting out in the hangar. You watched as the tech team tugged thick wires and plugged them into the interior of the suit.

They had to remove the helmet- your helmet -in order to make the connection. The cables snaking out from the empty shape of the suit made you feel strange, as if A-35′s insides were spilling out across the floor.

You had asked him if it hurt.

“Hardly. Although I am designed to be a more centralized unit, I’m just as capable being spread out amongst a larger system.” He had told you.

“Are they making you process things?” You asked again.

“Yes. It’s nothing more than menial calculations. I could do these while powered-down, easy.” He replied.

You were also called to work. Although your training was not being utilized, you were still an extra set of hands, and hands could work. You helped the rest of the personnel keep the base clean, cook the meals, wash the dishes, keep up with maintenance, etc. You almost felt like a recruit again.

You tried to make time to see A-35. You first came every night, but when he asked what you were doing here in the hangar instead of trying to befriend your bunkmates, you couldn’t help but withdraw. He did have a point.

Your cohorts were nice. There was Sarah, and Jason, and Latisha. They invited you to hang out after hours, and after A-35′s encouragement you began to take up their offers.

And so, every night slipped into every other night, and every other night slipped into twice a week, and twice a week. . .

When you two had first began, you had felt a real spark with A-35. It wasn’t just the thrill of getting the suit. It was getting in the suit with him. You began to have dreams about piloting, the feeling of the suit around your body, his voice a steady stream in your mind.

But now? Those dreams were fading. A-35 never reached out to you. Whenever you came to him, he always implied that you should be somewhere else. He spoke as if now you had become an inconvenience, choosing as little words as possible to make you go away.

You couldn’t get your mind off of it.

You sat on your bunk. Sarah was trying to show you her old movie collection and you were just nodding along.

After your last ‘mhmm’, Sarah turned to face you. “You alright?”

“No.” You admitted.

“That’s what I thought. What’s on your mind?”

You couldn’t say him. No, you couldn’t. You shook your head.

“Look, friend, you got to get your problems out of your head. Holding onto them only makes things worse.”

Sarah’s advice, you knew, was to try and make you fess up to whatever was on your mind, but instead it gave you a new feeling. You gave Sarah a half-hearted excuse and before you knew it your legs were carrying you to the hangar bay.

This bay was tiny, only able to house one or two suits, nothing like the glistening training bays. A-35 stood against the wall. It had been a full week since you talked. Last week he had spared only a few words.

“Hey.” You said.

There was no response at all.

“Hey, A-35?”

A pulse travelled through a cable, but it headed outwards, to the wall, rather than back into the suit. Still there was only silence.

“A-35.” You raised your voice. “It’s me. Y/n.”

“. . . y/n?”

His voice was slurred, with a hiss of underlying static. It sent a cold shiver through you. You practically ran forwards to the pilot entry ladder. Before you could climb it, the suit’s external lights came back to life and its frame became more rigid, or maybe that was just a trick of the light.

“Hello, y/n. Progress is moving smoothly. Nothing to run but more numbers. What are you doing here?” His usual, smooth tone returned.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“Yes. Just running the process. Nothing of any note. Nothing much to say.”

There he went again, the polite refrain of please go away. But this time you wouldn’t. This time you needed to stay.

“What’s going on? You’re not acting like yourself.” You bit your lip and stood your ground.

“I am running at functional capacity-” a series of pulses came up the cables and traveled into his systems.

You reached out to the cable.

“Receiving next data set, do not disconnect.” He said sternly.

His voice was becoming more monotone with every word. You took your hand off the cable, and instead extended it to his plating.

“Wait! Y/n, don’t!”

You let out a cry and jerked your hand away. The metal was hot, and your palm was now an angry red. But you did not spend time to blow on it. You could only look up at him in horror.

“You’re overheating.” You realized

“Current suit temperature: too warm for pilot comfort.” He stated in a rigid cadence, before adding. “Please go, I’m busy.”

“Like hell you’re just ‘busy’! You’re straining your systems!” You countered.

“I’m busy!” He shouted.

“A-35, pilot override: stop your calculations NOW!”

The words were bitter in your mouth. You had told him that you would never need to use the pilot override. The two of you were a unit- two halves of the same whole. You had put full trust in his judgement. Now, though. . .

A flurry of pulses came swarming out of his frame through the cables, random in pattern, disappearing back into the wall. The suit itself shuddered with the expulsion of the data.

You wanted to put your hand on his frame to steady him, and it hurt that you couldn’t.

“There. You happy now?” He asked.

His voice returned. No more was the stiff modulation. Now, his aggravation spilled through the air, injected with all of the personality you had so dearly missed.

“You told me they were only light calculations.” You said.

“The science team needed more. So?” He replied.

“You could have hurt yourself.”

“’Hurt’ is a word with a very tricky meaning. It applies better to humans-”

“How long have you been running like that?”

He paused. “Only a few days.”

“A few days? A few days!” You balled your fists.

“I was doing fine. I was fulfilling my duty on this mission.” He replied.

“If this was your duty, then I should have paid more attention to what they were using for.” You began to pace around.

“I took on the extra work.” He admitted quietly. “The team needed the help. I knew I could get it done faster than any of them could.”

“You could have burnt yourself out. Literally.” You said.

“The risk was low enough-”

“There was risk!”

“No different than combat risk.” He finished.

“Then why did you do it?”

“I’m designed for taking risks. I’m a combat AI. What do you expect?” He grew angry again.

“Then why didn’t you think about how it would affect me?” You shouted.

The suit shuddered again. You reached your hand out and brushed his plating. It was still warm, but no longer burning. You pressed your hand against it.

“You weren’t. . .” he began. “You weren’t a part of the equation. You weren’t involved in this operation at all. I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re getting at.”

“I’ve missed you.” You pulled yourself to him and pressed your forehead against his plating.

“I never left.”

“No, but you weren’t here.” You whispered.

“I-”

He stopped. You could almost feel the electricity of his artificial synapses snapping together in realization.

“. . . I suppose I wasn’t.” He murmured.

You pulled yourself away from his frame and climbed the pilot ladder. The platform at the top was a bit of a mess of wires and diagnostic tech, but you found a spot and sat down anyway.

“It’s okay.” You said, wrapping your arms around your knees.

From here you could see the crystal glow of his interior. You couldn’t enter, not right now, not with all of the wires and cables hooked up. But just the sight was good enough.

“. . . I don’t get what I did to deserve you.” A-35 mumbled.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“You’re so thoughtful and kind. I don’t understand it.” He said.

“Maybe,” you smiled, “it’s because you’re worth it.”

“Even when I’m snappy and foolish and generally unpleasant?”

“Then it means I need to remind you to take a break.”

“Oh, perhaps.”

You both laughed a little. You leaned against his frame and closed your eyes. You could feel his warmth and electricity in the air, something you had been missing for some time.

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years

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Rainstorm (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

credit goes to @princess-of-riviaa for this idea although I think I took it in a slightly different direction than she intended… I hope she won’t mind ;)

this isn’t a “dark fic” in the traditional sense because Bucky himself isn’t very bad (he’s in Winter Soldier mode so he’s no saint, but he’s not a sadist either, just kinda morally ambiguous) but the situation and topics are pretty dark so be wary.

Summary: the Winter Soldier has basic biological needs. HYDRA has hypotheses about the hereditary capabilities of super soldier serum. You’ve been brainwashed into believing that these two goals are your life’s purpose, and that nothing would make you happier than to be at the mercy of HYDRA’s favorite weapon.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: kind of non con* (see below), somewhat painful loss of virginity, mention of blood, captivity and grooming and general HYDRA nastiness

*This is certainly non con because the reader has been brainwashed to comply to orders, but it has none of the trappings of traditional non con fare for the exact same reason. She’s not gonna resist and she doesn’t want to, it’s just that she lacks, on a greater level, much of a choice.

The scientist made a final adjustment to your hair, putting every curl exactly in its place. He examined your face before nodding proudly. “You’re ready. Let’s go to his room.”

You tried to contain your thrill, following the scientist closely and listening to the echo of your heels on the concrete floor.

The scientist used his fingerprint to unlock the soldier’s door, and as it slid away, you finally saw him in person for the first time. He was standing in wait, and turned to look at you through the doorway. Your heart skipped a beat, properly; you were excited to see him, and yet so terrified. You had been training for months for this exact moment. There was so much riding on this, and you found yourself afraid that he would be disappointed.

“I have someone here we’d like you to meet,” the scientist informed the soldier. As you stepped inside, he looked at you with a hint of confusion. “We understand that you’ve been stressed. She’s here to help with that.”

The soldier furrowed his brow. “A woman,” he observed. He hadn’t seen one in quite some time, at least not this up close.

“This woman represents a lot of money, and time, and research. She’s not as strong as you, so be careful, but what she lacks in agility she makes up for in obedience. I promise you, it knows no bounds.”

“She’ll do anything I say,” he realized-- or maybe it was a question.

“She’s eager to please,” the scientist smiled, “and she lives to serve.”

The soldier placed a finger under your chin and you jumped a little before allowing him to move your head side to side as he examined you.

“Is she not to your liking?” the scientist asked nervously. “We can make some changes. The hair and outfit can be different. We figured you would want a… domestic look.”

You tugged at the bottom of your dress, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under your soldier’s observation.

“No, she’s…” he trailed off and began again. “She’s beautiful.”

You felt your face getting hot and you shuffled your feet nervously.

“I’ll leave you two be, then,” the scientist nodded before awkwardly stepping back. “One thing, soldat,” he added, looking the soldier in the eyes. “Do whatever you need to with her in order to… relax. We ask only one thing in return: your mission is to impregnate her.”

The soldier nodded and the scientist finally left.

You felt very aware of the silence in the room as the soldier began to pace around you.

“You were created for me,” he posited. You nodded quickly. “Well, get on with it then. Show me what you can do.”

You dropped to your knees, looking up at him as you palmed the front of his pants. You felt his cock underneath the fabric growing harder, and you smiled.

His uniform was somewhat difficult to open but you did your best and finally managed to get his cock exposed.

You remembered what you had been trained to do and set forth to your task. You had been programmed to love whatever he loved, get pleasure from his pleasure. So as his head fell back and his fingers laced through your hair, you moaned with him, taking his cock as deep into your throat as you could fit it.

He was bigger than the men who had trained you, and harder to swallow. You did your best and earned a groan from him in reply. The fingers in your hair curled into a fist and the pain of your hair being pulled was unexpected but arousing.

You used your hand to stroke the parts of him your mouth couldn’t reach. You looked up and watched him as he watched you, his eyes piercing into you with fiery intensity.

“Stop,” he gritted out suddenly. You pulled back and released his cock from your mouth.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered, “I’ve done something wrong.”

“No,” he shook his head, “I have a mission of my own. Stand up.”

You obeyed quickly, so quickly that you felt a little light-headed.

“Take off your dress,” he commanded. It was designed to come off easily, and with just a few opened snaps it fell to the ground. “Help me take off my chest plate,” he added, and you stepped forward to begin undoing the straps of his gear. He watched your nimble, delicate fingers and thought they looked a bit out of place next to his armor. But you did manage to get it off, and he shrugged his shoulders to help you slide it off his arms. Instead of tossing it to the ground though, you folded it and set it on top of a nearby counter-top.

“What did you do that for?” he asked.

“Would you like me not to?” you countered.

“No, it’s fine,” he nodded.

He took off his boots and you set them aside while he shimmied off his trousers. You didn’t stare at his naked form for too long, because he hadn’t asked you to, but you were sure you’d never seen anything so perfect. You understood that you were made for him, but now it felt like he was made for you too, in a way.

He pulled you towards him, pressing his body against yours. He was so warm, and you smiled as you melted into his embrace.

“Kiss me,” he requested. You slipped your arms around his neck and leaned in, but stopped just as your face was right against his.

“How?” you asked. He seemed confused. “There are different ways.”

“Whatever you want to do,” he answered. That didn’t make much sense to you, but you didn’t want to keep him waiting any longer. You pressed your lips against his as your eyes fluttered shut, feeling the stubble on his face scratch you a bit. His hand held the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss, his tongue delicately beginning to explore between your lips. You moaned a little against him, savoring his taste. After all this time, it felt so right to be in his arms like this. Your life had meaning, your existence had value, and you were so lucky to be here providing whatever he needed.

He pulled back from the kiss and you found yourself chasing him for just a moment before you stopped, meeting his half-lidded gaze. “Mine,” he said quietly. “All mine.”

You nodded, biting your lip a little.

He bent you over the bed, one hand tangled into your hair to hold you up and the other guiding his cock to your entrance.

They had prepared you for everything but this. They explained that you needed to be untouched here, for him, and that you didn’t have to worry about being good at this part. All you needed to do was follow his instructions.

“Please,” you begged, “put your cock inside me. I need to feel you inside me.”

He slipped into you in one motion, plowing through the resistance of your walls and grabbing your hips when he bottomed out. Pain seared through you but it was irrelevant. He didn’t take long before he began to pull back and push into you again, and you focused on suppressing your whimpers as you figured he wouldn’t like to hear you in pain. If he wanted to, he would hurt you more, and you were ready for that if it was what he needed.

“Does… does it feel good?” you asked weakly between shallow breaths.

“Yes,” he hissed sharply. You smiled, sighing with relief as tears of joy prickled your eyes.

“I’m so happy,” you admitted, savoring the feeling of purpose fulfilled. “Tell me how to be good for you. I want to be good for you.”

He leaned in and wrapped his arms around your body, putting his lips right against the shell of your ear. “You want to be good for me?” he repeated.

“Yes,” you sobbed, “please.”

“Tell me how much you love it,” he demanded. “Tell me how much you love my cock inside you.”

“Soldat, I love it so much,” you cried, “it’s everything I ever dreamed of. It feels so good to be yours. I love your cock inside me. I love you.”

He laughed a little, kissing the shell of your ear. “You don’t even know me.”

“I don’t need to,” you explained, “you’re my mission.”

“You’re bleeding a bit,” he realized as he looked down at where your bodies conjoined.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized.

“It’s not your fault,” he corrected. “Don’t apologize.”

You almost apologized again for apologizing, but realized that would be stupid and just murmured out an awkward “okay.”

“Am I hurting you?” he asked in a way that made you unsure if he wanted to hurt you or not.

“Please don’t stop,” you avoided answering, because it didn’t really matter.

He adjusted his angle so that each movement was deeper, the tip of his cock brushing against something inside you that made you nearly scream from overwhelming sensation. He was claiming you so thoroughly that you felt like your body was being molded to his shape, just as your mind had been molded to his presence, and it was intoxicating.

You savored every moment of it, hoping it wouldn’t be over soon and you could stay like this for a while-- although you knew a quick finish was a sign of a job well done, so you were a little torn on how to feel. In the end, you would be satisfied with whatever he gave you.

You’d never been told that you could come, but you were starting to put it together as pressure built inside you, leaving you incapable of suppressing your moans.

“Yes,” you found yourself chanting, over and over, without really meaning to.

“Louder,” he demanded, and you hadn’t known you could get much louder until you did.

“Yes!” you screamed.

“Beg,” he growled, his own voice growing in volume. That you definitely knew how to do.

“Please! Please don’t stop!” you sobbed.

Even with how loud you were, you could hear the sounds of skin on skin as he pounded into you and you loved it. You loved the way his fingers, metal and flesh, dug into your hips as he held you down, keeping you from lurching forward from his forcefulness. You loved the smell of sweat and sex and damp concrete and old leather. You loved everything about this moment.

“Fuck, ‘m close,” he grunted.

“Please,” you repeated, your voice nearly going out, “please come inside me, I need it, I need you, I’m yours, soldat, please-- yes!”

You gasped as an orgasm crashed into you like one of those rainstorms that start with just a sprinkle and then instantly become torrential; thunder, lightning, the whole shebang. You’d never seen a rainstorm like that, but that’s what you would’ve compared it to if you had.

He moaned loudly when he came, continuing to pump into you until he was sure that he’d spilled every drop. The flutter of your walls milked his cock encouragingly and it all produced a cycle that you wished could last forever.

“Stay still,” he demanded breathlessly, holding you down even though you had no desire to resist. “Stay right there, fuck, don’t move.”

You nodded against the pillow. You listened to his breathing as it slowed, relishing the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you.

He pulled out of you and both of you winced a little, him laying down beside you gently.

“It’s better if you don’t move,” he explained, and you weren’t sure what exactly was better, but you trusted his judgment regardless.

The bed was small-- it was never meant for two people. But you loved being pressed against him as he laid on his side and ran his fingers down your back. It made you shiver, but it made you smile, too.

“Did I do well?” you asked weakly.

“Yes,” he nodded.

You both caught your breath for a while, and you just soaked in the way his arms wrapped around your shoulders, like you fit together perfectly.

“Can you handle another round?” he asked quietly after a few minutes had passed. You jumped up at the opportunity to make him happy again.

“I can handle anything you need me to do,” you answered eagerly.

He pulled you onto his lap, looking up at you as he maneuvered his cock towards your entrance again. You sank down onto him and ignored the sting of soreness as your body accepted him once more.

“Yes,” he hissed, “just like that.”

You keened at the praise, arching your back a little more as he pulled you down to lay on his chest.

You felt him holding back a little bit, reacting to your whimpers of pain as his cock pushed even deeper into you than it had before.

“Don’t restrain yourself, please,” you begged. “I want all of you.”

“I thought this was about what I wanted,” he whispered against your ear.

“It is,” you confirmed, “and I can tell you want more.”

He kissed underneath your ear with a smile. “I’m afraid I’ll break you.”

“Never worry about me,” you shook your head.

“Ask me for it then. Ask me for what you want.”

“I don’t want anything that you don’t,” you replied, confused. He pulled you closer and held you down against his muscled chest.

“Then ask me for what I want.”

You pulled back from his embrace to examine his face, which was looking back at you expectantly.

“Fuck me hard, soldat,” you begged in a weak voice, “please, I want you to use me--”

Before you could even finish he was grabbing you again and holding you still as he bucked his hips up into you, fucking you ruthlessly. You cried out with joy as your head fell back, and he leaned into suck at one of your nipples which made your whole body tense up.

“Ride my cock,” he instructed, “show me how much you want it.”

“You know I need you,” you gasped as you followed his command, bouncing on top of him as he released his grip on you to free your movements. He slipped a finger between your bodies to roughly rub at your clit and you choked. “S-soldat,” you whimpered.

“Feels good?”

“I don’t need it,” you explained, “I don’t need anything but you.”

“What if I want you to come right now? Can you?”

You felt guilt burn through your chest. “I-I’m sorry,” you cried, “I’m close but… I can’t yet. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he soothed, stopping you from riding him for a moment. “I was just curious. You don’t need to.”

“Please don’t think you need to do anything for me,” you added quickly.

“I want to,” he assured. “I want you to like it.”

You almost laughed. What a ridiculous concept. “I love it. As long as you’re happy, I love it.”

He smiled, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss. “I’m happy,” he whispered, and you started to move again, gasping as you gripped his chest to keep your balance.

This one was different from the last. It didn’t make your skin burn or your bones sore. There was an ache, yes, but a softer one, one that snuck up on you as you clutched his face and he looked at you with an expression that reminded you of how you felt about him. Like he couldn’t get enough of you, like you were everything, like you were the only thing.

He only asked one thing of you that time. “Say that you love me again,” he requested in a soft voice.

“I love you,” you told him, and you kept telling him until you were too close to form words anymore and he pulled you into one more kiss, deep and slow and perfect, as you wrapped yourself around each other and fell backwards into the abyss of pleasure.

You laid in silence after that, just holding each other as you waited for your panting to still into slow, meditative breaths.

You weren’t sure what to do now. He didn’t seem like he knew, either.

“Would you prefer I keep you company, or that I leave?” you asked.

“Stay,” he decided.

“What would you like me to do?”

“Lay with me.”

You nodded, nuzzling into his chest and letting your eyes flutter shut.

The next few weeks passed relatively quickly. Certainly faster than any weeks of training had. There wasn’t much to do but make love so that made up 80% of what you did, the rest going to sleeping and the occasional meal. One time he taught you about his gun, showed you how to take it apart and put it back together, and you had found it pretty interesting. Mainly because he was the one explaining it, but still.

You asked him to wake you up before he left for his mission but he didn’t. You woke up to an empty bed, and you’d think you would’ve been prepared for that after years of it, but just so little time with him had spoiled you. You cried a bit but got over it quickly, straightening up and deciding you needed to be prepared for his return. You anticipated that he would need a lot from you after having to work.

You were right. You had been meditating when he flung open the door, and you jumped up. He looked so different with all his gear on, including the mask and goggles.

He stormed across the room, tossing away the coverings on his face and kissing you with an intensity that bordered on rage. You reciprocated, glad that he had finally stopped asking you for what he wanted and learned to take what he needed. He seemed to understand now that you could handle it.

It was a fury of tearing at clothes and pulling at hair and biting at skin after that, and you ignored the blood in his hair as you ran your fingers through it.

You frankly had no idea what he was doing when he laid you down on the bed only to slide down and start biting at your thighs, though you had no intention to question it. As he suddenly licked a thick stripe over your sex, it was like you had stumbled into an entirely new world. He found your most sensitive places and targeted them with the same ruthless efficiency he approached nearly everything in his life.

He had shown you pleasure that made you melt but this was like something else, something that made you grip the sheets and kick your legs and arch your back. He had to hold your hips down to keep you from bucking against him, and when the growls he emitted against you didn’t get the message across, he let his teeth graze over your bud. You yelped but finally stilled-- at least, as best you could.

You were speechless, even as you realized that you should remind him that he was focusing too much on you, that you wanted to make sure he was happy too…

But then again, this was what he had wanted. What he needed, it felt like. And who were you to doubt that?

So you let your head fall back as he sent you headfirst into a violently powerful orgasm, enough to make your entire body shake as you made sounds you hadn’t realized before that you could make.

And that seemed to only inspire him to keep going, offering you no reprieve as he kept you suspended in the peak of your sensation.

Tears burned your eyes as you were overwhelmed by him, numbness prickling at the tips of your fingers and toes and even in the places he was licking you. You were so lost in it that you didn’t even notice he had stopped until he slipped his cock into you, still holding your hips down as he finally fucked you.

He stayed upright for a while before leaning down and caging you in under his arms. He smelled like gasoline and gunpowder.

“Mine,” he growled, right against your ear, sending chills over your skin.

“Yours,” you agreed quickly, your voice coming out broken and wavering. “Just yours, only yours, please--”

He rubbed that spot above your opening with his thumb again and you wrapped your legs around his hips. “Ohh, yes,” you whimpered.

He kissed you and where you had found fire before, you found rain. You felt his suffering, the exhaustion that sank deep into his bones and never seemed to leave. You felt his guilt for leaving you. You felt his guilt for coming back.

You hoped that you could kiss him back in just the right way that would say everything you wanted to tell him. It’s okay, you’re okay, we’re okay.

You loved the entire concept of we. You loved being with him, in any way, although admittedly this way was your personal favorite. It was the language both of you seemed to understand best.

Just a moment after he pulled back and looked into your eyes, you heard the beeping of his door being unlocked.

He jumped a bit before pulling the wrinkled sheet up over the both of you as the scientist walked in briskly, not even seeming to care that he was obviously interrupting a private moment.

“Okay soldat, time to go back on ice,” the scientist informed you both mundanely.

“No,” the soldier refused. “I don’t want to. I’ll stay awake until the next mission.”

“Not an option,” the scientist shook his head. “Come on, get dressed and let’s go.”

He sighed as he obeyed, slipping past you and standing up as he found his discarded clothing and put it back on.

“What will happen to her?” he asked, looking at you where you were laying on the bed, nervously clutching the sheet to your chest.

“She’ll wait.”

“You’re going to put her under too?”

The scientist didn’t answer, and the soldier clenched his jaw.

“You’re going to keep her awake, aren’t you? So you and your colleagues can keep ‘training’ her.”

Still no answer.

You yelped instinctively when the soldier grabbed you, pulling you up holding you in front of him with a hand around your neck. You scrambled for footing but made no effort to cover yourself; it was nothing the scientist hadn’t seen before. You relaxed into the soldier’s arms once you understood what had happened. You trusted him. If he hurt you, there would be a reason for it, and you were ready.

“I’m not going under,” the soldier hissed. “Don’t come any closer or I’ll kill her.”

The scientist shrugged. “She’s yours to do with as you please. It’s no skin off my nose.”

“Didn’t you say that you spent a lot of money on her?”

“We spent more on you.”

“What if I told you that she’s pregnant?”

The scientist’s eyes went wide. That seemed to get his attention. “There’s no way you could know that. Our tests haven’t come back yet.”

“But we both know that she could be. How much trouble would you get in if the tests come back positive but she’s already dead?”

He pressed his lips against your ear, gripping you tighter. “You’d die for me, right? If I wanted to kill you now?”

“Yes,” you nodded as best you could with the metal hand around your throat, “of course. Anything for you.”

“Maybe you trained her too well,” the soldier mocked as he addressed the scientist again.

“Alright, alright,” the scientist relented, “we’ll meet your demands just… let her go.”

“I won’t go under,” he repeated, “and no one will touch her but me.”

“Of course,” the scientist rushed, “anything. Let her go, please.”

The soldier dropped you to the floor and you clung to his legs, laying yourself at his feet. The scientist slinked out of the room, apparently to inform everyone that the soldier would not be going into cryo as expected, but all you could think about was what he had said. No one will touch her but me. It was like a dream come true. You could stay with him and make him happy, he wouldn’t have to leave you, you wouldn’t have to practice on anyone. You could just be his.

He knelt down to join you on the floor, wrapping his arms around you. “Never let anybody near you but me, okay? You’re mine.”

You nodded, looking up at him with teary eyes. “Of course.”

“I wouldn’t hurt you like that. I’m gonna protect you.”

“Whatever you want,” you insisted. You felt his hand on your stomach and you looked down at it, putting your own hand on top of his.

“They’re going to take it away,” he realized solemnly. You weren’t sure what to say. You just wanted him to feel better. He looked at you and glanced to where you both knew a camera was watching you from the corner, and he leaned in to kiss your cheek. “We won’t let them,” he whispered. “We’re going to get out, with the baby.”

You nodded a little, and leaned in to rest your head on his shoulder. You closed your eyes as he stroked your hair and at some point you fell asleep, and you dreamt of things you didn’t understand-- freedom, choice, family. You dreamt of a world you hadn’t experienced yet; or at least, one that you couldn’t remember. He stayed awake, but as he carried you to the bed in his arms and laid beside you, he was dreaming too.

#bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier smut #winter soldier x y/n #winter soldier fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky x reader #bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes x y/n

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SteveTony - Getting Together

Here are some Getting Together fics that I adore. Don't forget to leave kudos and nice comments in every fic!

Lovesick, by royal_chandler, 3 k >, fluff.

The depth of the flu aisle in the pharmacy is substantial, overwhelmingly so, and Steve is half-convinced he needs to return to the front and trade his basket for a full-on cart.

There's a Party Going on Right Here, by Annie D (scaramouche), Post-Endgame.

After the Battle of Earth, Tony hosts a party.

Open Tab , by machi_kun , 5k> words, Post-Avengers 2012.

Tony has a lot of money. Really. More money he could possibly ever spend by himself. So what if he spends some of it buying gifts for his friends? People like gifts! And Steve is his friend. His best friend, actually, inside the Avengers, and he’s glad it turned out this way - so it’s also a way of saying 'thanks for putting up with me', he thinks. He just wants Steve to be happy. If Tony can make him happy, then why wouldn’t he? Tony buying Steve gifts is no big deal. Shut up, Rhodey.

(Pretty) Odd, by machi_kun, 5 k> words, Developing Relationship, Fluff.

In his file, Tony Stark had been described as eccentric. He had also been described as a narcissist, as a self-destructive liability, as not-recommended, and all sort of fancy words that are used to disguise the fact that they were calling him an all-around asshole; And that’s a very long list of bad adjectives, for a guy Steve saw carry a nuke behind his back to save the city, gave them a place to stay, and is slowly showing himself to be one of the most curious people Steve has ever met. Maybe Tony Stark is eccentric – and maybe he is a bit of an asshole. But maybe he’s also more than that.

Six Times DUM-E Made It Worse (and One Time He Fixed It) by FestiveFerret, 4 k > words, Outsider POV.

DUM-E has a lot of Very Important jobs to do, and he does his best to do them right. Sometimes, though, things don't work out very well.

All he wants is for his humans to be happy.

Sweet Child O' Mine by starspangledsprocket, 9 k > words, Age Regression/De-Aging, Fluff.

After just their second outing as the Avengers, everyone except for Steve and Tony are turned into toddlers. Madness ensues.

'Cause Everytime We Touch by Perlmutt, 5 k > words, Touch-Starved.

Steve noticed it the first time they were officially introduced at Fury’s office after the battle of New York.

He extended his hand for a handshake, a silent peace offer after their horrible first meeting at the helicarrier almost a week ago. Stark looked at it like it would bite him any second. Steve could see how his hands twitched where he’d buried them in his pockets. But instead of taking his hand, he stared into his eyes for a moment and nodded before turning back to Fury.

Only later would Steve learn that it wasn’t hatred or aversion.

how the thought of you does things to me by Finduilas, 6 k > words, Mutual Pining, Domestic Avengers.

Steve has a thing for Tony's butt. Tony has a thing for Steve's beard. They're both very obvious about it (just ask any of their friends!), but somehow they manage to also be completely oblivious.

Right here waiting by gottalovev, 19 k > words, Cat Dads.

Steve has been missing Tony like crazy since he left the compound. One day, Steve drops in unannounced at the tower, and when on a walk for coffee they rescue newborn kittens.

Or: A yearning Steve, an oblivious Tony, and co-parenting kittens. (= fuff!)

picture perfect (picture us) by starklystar, 18 k > words, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Photo Shoots.

Tony has a habit of being handsy during photoshoots.

Steve has a habit of being flustered whenever Tony touches him.

Misunderstandings happen.

Or, five times Steve and Tony went to a photoshoot

+ the one time they had better things to do.

++ the one time they take their photoshoot online.

take me out (to the ball game) by muItifandomjess, 1 k > words, Fluff.

“Take me out to the ball game, take me out with the crowd,” Steve sings, his shoulder bumping into Tony’s as he sways back and forth. “Come on, Tony, sing!”

“I am a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist,” Tony protests around a mouthful of hot dog. “I do not sing.”

Or, Steve and Tony go to a ball game. It all kind of snowballs from there.

Drifting Further Everyday by GotTheSilver, 8 k > words, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

Steve’s quiet a lot of the time, it’s almost like living with a ghost, and Tony kind of hates it; he lives with more than enough actual ghosts every day. The longer time goes on, the more Tony recognises what’s going on, sees the jumpiness, the haunted look on his face, and he gets it. Realises they’re both trying to bury things they don’t want to talk about. More often than not, Tony turns around in the workshop to see Steve sitting there, patiently working on something in his sketchbook or reading an actual book, usually something he missed during the years he was frozen.

Somehow Steve is filling all the gaps in his life Tony didn’t realise he needed filling.

Goop, Or Five Times Steve Rogers Was Covered In... Something, And One Time Tony Was by Bill_Longbow, 7 k > words, Mutual Pining.

There were a lot of things Steve had expected about the future; sleek buildings, sleeker electronics, and all the food you can eat. Being covered in alien goop wasn't one of them.

How Steve being covered in... stuff, brings Tony and Steve closer.

The art of longing by itsallAvengers, 63 k > words, Oblivious Tony, Not Actually Unrequited Love.

Steve's used to missing his shot. To being too late, too scared, and losing everything. But he really did think that this time, with Tony, something could work.

Then Tony meets Mark. He's cool and charming, he's a scientist and he's perfect for a man like Tony Stark.

And suddenly Steve...

Well. Steve just doesn't have a place anymore

earth laughs in flowers by starksnack, 3 k > words, Love Confessions, Secret Admirer.

A secret admirer has been sending Tony flowers and confessions of love.

Crash Into You by FestiveFerret, 15 K > words, Post-Avengers (2012), Stranded.

Tony was pretty used to crashing.

It seemed like these days more often than not his return to earth in the Iron Man suit was at least somewhat out of control. He couldn't count the number of times he'd used a helpfully situated building, a local landmark, or, hey, even a teammate to slow a wild descent. And he'd be damned if he'd admit it to Pepper, but on more than one occasion he hadn't even been conscious when he'd hit the ground.

So crashing wasn't really a new experience. He would get banged up a bit, maybe put a scratch in the suit somewhere, but bruised ribs healed and there was no better way to work off the post-battle high than smoothing dents out of his most prized possession.

He had a feeling crashing in the Quinjet, without his armour, was going to be a bit different..

I like me better (when I'm with you) by I_write_things_sometimes, 79 k > words, Domestic Avengers, Friends to Lovers.

If you ask either of them how they got together, they'd go back to an unremarkable night filled with expensive food, rich donors, and lots of schmoozing. And, of course, the anxiety attack that started it all.

"Not recognizing someone was strange enough, but the longer the two men spoke with — or, more accurately at — Tony, the more convinced Steve was that the conversation was unwanted, at least on Tony’s part.

The first clue was that Tony was actively leaning away from the men he was talking to. Steve had learned firsthand that Tony was an incredibly tactile person. When he wanted to talk to you, Tony engaged completely; he’d sling his arm around your shoulders, squeeze your arm, or drag you around as he talked, walked and usually did at least two other things. Even when he argued, Tony was often immediate and in his opponent's space; Steve knew that from experience.

Right now? Tony was scanning the outskirts of the room rather than making eye contact with the men near him. If Steve had to guess, Tony was looking for the nearest exit."

Or, the way Steve Rogers and Tony Stark became friends and then more.

Mission SteveTony by itsallAvengers, 7 k > words, Mutual Pining, Oblivious Steve Rogers.

If the entire team of Avengers could please stop trying to get it on with Tony when Steve is right there, he would really appreciate that, thank you

you'll wait a long time by nanasekei, 16 k > words, Pining, Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie).

Steve and Tony share a moment during a wedding. Things escalate from there.

Alternatively: Four weddings, a funeral, and one very emotionally stunted idiot.

The Game by FestiveFerret, 5 k > words, Gay Chicken.

The game starts when Tony walks into the garage to find Steve sitting astride the R1200RS, staring down at his phone, and he maybe, just a little bit, walks into a car.

Talking Bodies by itsallAvengers, 13 k > words, Misunderstandings, Insecure Steve Rogers.

Coincidentally, the physical effects of romantic and sexual desire match up very closely with the physical effects of fear. But it's not a problem-- it's not like anyone is going to be able to hear the way your heart speeds up, or see the minute dilation of your pupils, are they? They'd have to be some sort of Superhuman to do that.

And what's worse than a Superhuman hearing that quick pulse and seeing those dilated eyes and concluding that you're in love with them?

A Superhuman hearing that quick pulse and seeing those dilated eyes and thinking you're terrified of them.

more than just a dream. by frostfall, 10 k > words, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Parent Tony Stark.

Tony: Fine.

Tony: I think I might.

Tony: Just might.

Tony: Have a teensy-weensy crush.

Peter: ;)

Peter: Is it who I think it is?

Tony: Unfortunately, yes.

Tony: You happy now?

(Peter thinks he's found the perfect partner for his dad. Tony thinks his son has officially lost his mind. Steve's just oblivious to the fact that he's out of Tony's league.)

don’t want you to get it on (with nobody else but me). by frostfall, 4 k > words, Jealous Steve Rogers, The Pocky Game.

There are a lot of things that Steve doesn’t get about the future. But it’s fine. He will, eventually. He has time.

But one thing he knows is that he’ll never, ever be able to wrap his head around is the fanfare surrounding Pocky.

(Or Steve’s jealous of biscuit sticks.)

check yes (if the feeling isn't new) by cvptains, 12 k > words, Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Meddling.

After the battle with Thanos, both Tony and Steve struggle with reconnecting in certain aspects of their lives. Sam Wilson and Peter Parker are totally over it.

Where both Steve and Tony's respective friends make accounts for them on the renowned dating app, FlickLove, and the results come out a bit... surprising. Cue unadvisable meddling that really — honestly — comes from good intentions.

take my heart clean apart by mistymountainking, 13 k > words, Tony Stark Has Self-Esteem Issues.

He’s tired, so tired of waiting, tired of touches with no meaning, tired of holding his breath when Steve’s in the room, tired of keeping this love to himself.

“I can’t—I can’t, if you don’t mean it.”

***

Tony comes home exhausted after an SI event. Steve acts as welcoming committee. It's an old, careworn routine they've perfected over the years, but tonight ends up going in a very different direction.

#stony #stevetony #fic rec #my recs

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Hello, I would like to know what you think about the discussion that Cinder and Watts had.

It is interesting to note that what Watts tells Cinder is that her suffering doesn't make her strong or special or worthy of anything and by extension Watts tells Cinder that as much as she pretends that her suffering made her strong in reality she is still quite fragile and vulnerable because she hasn't been able to overcome her trauma and still wants to give meaning to her life and suffering.

Hello anons!

These two asks can be answered together.

First of all, I really liked that scene! It is probably my favourite moment of the episode together with the sequence in the underground.

I think there are two ways to see Watts and Cinder’s interaction in the episode.

1) Cinder

Cinder: You’re right. Without you I am nothing. But because of you, I am everything.

As I have written here:

Cinder’s way of thinking is very similar to Mercury’s. Not only have they both endured their parents’ violence, but they have tried to give this violence meaning. It is because of Madame that Cinder has become “everything” and it is because of Marcus that Mercury has become “strong”. They must believe that it was not all for nothing and that the pain they felt made them stronger instead of weaker.

This is why Cinder thinks that deep down her “hunger” is good. It is because it drives her, but she ignores that it blinds her too.

The idea that suffering made her stronger and more deserving than others is Cinder’s main coping mechanism.

She was treated as nothing, so she needs to believe she is secretly worthy of things others are negated. As I have stated here, she deep down wants to be chosen:

I would say that Cinder wants to be chosen. She wants to be special and to be given value. This is probably why she is serving Salem. It is because Salem has chosen her for an important role.

Well, Watts’s speech is about exactly this:

Watts: You think you’re entitled to everything because you’ve suffered, but suffering isn’t enough. You can’t just be strong, you have to be smart. You can’t just be deserving, you need to be worthy.

In a couple of phrases he deconstructs Cinder’s coping mechanism and this is why she is made to feel so vulnerable.

The whole point of Cinder is that she should stop reducing herself to her trauma and pain. By doing so, she both dehumanizes herself and dismisses others.

She dehumanizes herself because she tries to overcome her inferiority complex by looking for power and she does not realize that this is turning her into a monster:

Raven: Aura can’t protect your arm, it’s Grimm. You turned yourself into a monster just for power.

She dismisses others because she is so focused on her own pain that she can’t notice others’.

In short, she must stop pretending everything revolves around her and should start working on herself and her own issues. This is thematically what Watts’s speech is about. It also ties to the teaching of the Fall Maiden about choice. Destiny is not something that is given to you, but something you work towards:

Pyrrha: When I think of destiny, I don’t think of a predetermined fate you can’t escape. But rather… some sort of final goal, something you work towards your entire life.

Cinder is looking for worth outside herself. She wants Salem to recognize her and magical powers to be strong. She misses that self-worth is something only Cinder can grant herself.

However, things are not as simple in-universe because Watts is not referring to this in his speech. What he wants is not for Cinder to overcome her issues and to realize serving Salem is wrong. What Watts wants is for her to become better at her job.

Not only that, but in Watts’s speech there is hidden also this message that @luimnigh and @harostar have discussed here. Their posts are already clear, so I won’t spend much time on it.

The main idea is that Watts is worthy, while Cinder is not and how it goes back to their different upbringings and social status. In short, Watts is an Atlesian elite, while Cinder is a no-one, who was bought as a slave. Cinder keeps feeling this difference and can’t really break free from this kind of mentality.

That said, I think this last point gains more nuance when one looks at what this speech means for Watts himself.

2) Watts

Watts’s allusion is Watson and WoG says that he is Watson if he had connected with Moriarty instead of Sherlock. Personally, I think that as for now another good way to describe his allusion is that he is Watson if he were jealous of Sherlock instead of loyal to him.

As for now, Watts’s defining trait is his jealousy of Pietro Polendina and of his creation:

Watts: She’ll open the vault and she’ll destroy herself...And our little Penny problem would be...

It is not by chance that he wants to blow her up, even if that would not really be necessary. The Little Penny Problem he is talking about is really his problem and not Salem’s, who could not care less about Penny once she has the relic.

Watts wants to destroy Penny because he wants to be better than Pietro. Still, he misses why Pietro is better than him:

Watts: She’s on a set-path now...At least she should be...As much as I hate to admit it there seems to be some part of her capable of resisting...

As we know, the part of Penny who is capable of resisting is her humanity. Penny is a masterpiece not because she is a war machine, but because she is a real girl. This is the core of Pietro’s genius and this is what Watts can’t grasp:

Watts: Our tin soldier's heart has cost him his mind. We need to keep their attention on Mantle for as long as possible.

Watts, just like Ironwood, believes that feelings make you weak and stupid. Of course, this is the anti-thematic statement which has already been proven wrong over and over. Even when it comes to the situation above, Watts is actually being baited by Ironwood and him falling for it results in his arrest. The moment Ironwood is more open about his feelings is also the moment he is acting more logically.

In short, Watts is a brilliant scientist, who bought in Atlas’s ideology that you must pursue success at all costs. You must be strong/clever because only in this way you can be successful. If you let feelings cloud your determination/mind, you are a failure.

However, it is precisely this ideology taken to its extreme that is Watts’s own downfall.

He can’t understand Pietro’s ideal and is overshadowed by him. What is more, the idea of not being the first in his field drives him to disgrace.

His backstory makes so that Inside team WTCH Watts represents Salem’s entitlement.

This makes him similar to Cinder, as well. He is different from her for upbringing and status. Still, they both have the same flaw. They believe they are entitled to things.

Cinder does so because she has suffered. She was no-one, so now she must be the most important person in the world.

Watts does so because he was born an elite and he should stay an elite forever.

Watts is there not only to tell, but to show (both Cinder and the viewers) that the path Cinder is on leads nowhere. Watts had probably everything Cinder ever wanted. He was successful and rich. He did not have to worry about food or poverty. Still, that was not enough for him. He wanted more and this led him to betray his own country and to join a nihilistic witch.

In other words, Cinder will never find what she is looking for in power or success. Watts had both, but he is empty just like her. He is hungry just like her.

This is well conveyed symbolically by Watts being one of the very few characters that never unlocked his semblance. It means he never truly unlocked his full potential. He never truly understood who he wanted to be. He tried to be who his society wanted him to be, but he was not satisfied and decided to destroy it instead.

So, when Watts talks about the need to be smart and the difference between being deserving and worthy, he is actually talking about himself, probably without even realizing it. He is projecting his feelings of failure on Cinder. He was deserving, but not worthy. Pietro was the worthy one.

Other than these two, there is also another level to this confrontation that has been underlined by @misstrashchan here.

It is about the parallel between Cinder and Ironwood when it comes to their reactions to Watts spelling them the truth about themselves:

Ironwood: I will sacrifice... whatever it takes... to stop her.

Watts: Oh, I hope you do, James. I hope you do.

The difference, as the post above explains very well, is that Cinder is able to listen to Watts, while Ironwood ignores his words altogether.

This ties to how Ironwood’s inability to recognize his mistakes and to change his mind (literally what his semblance Mettle is about) is why he is the main villain in an arc where we are having the first redemption arc of one of our original trio of villains:

A redemption, which will probably be followed by other defections among the AceOps themselves.

In order to redeem one-self, a person must accept they were wrong and change their mind. Ironwood is unable to do so and this is why he is dangerous.

In conclusion, I love this confrontation because it is very complex, has many levels and is gray. In terms of complexity it reminds me of Tyrian’s interactions with Emerald and especially Mercury:

Tyrian is seen tormenting the two kids whenever he gets the chance. That said, he ironically ends up spelling out for them truths the two must face:

Tyrian: Do what makes you happy children… please? I’m begging you…

Tyrian: Of course she is! You’re surprised? Salem is destruction incarnate! Our mistress wishes to see the end of it all! There is no ideal more beautiful.

Tyrian is a great evil mentor because he manages to spell out what Emerald and Mercury should do and to make sure through his body language that they are not able to. He tells them the truth and threathens them, so that they can’t pursue what they need.

Here, Watts tells Cinder the truth by lashing out about how she is so worthless, that a machine must do her job.

It is also interesting because both Emerald and Mercury are clearly set-up to have an evil mentor figure:

Emerald and Hazel’s foiling has already paid off, while Mercury and Tyrian’s will probably pay off in the future.

I am not sure if Cinder will have a similar foiling/relationship with Watts. Still, it is an interesting possibility. Especially because one thing I would really like to happen with the original villain trio is for the abuse and the manipulation they are subjected to backfire. I would like for them to break free (with others’ help obviously because they can’t free themselves alone) by taking all these thematic truths they are told, so they can be manipulated, and to change them in teachings they can use against their abusers.

In short, I want Cinder to say...”Yeah, I do not need to be deserving of power because I am already worthy on my own”. And I want Mercury to free himself and to tell Tyrian...”This is what makes me happy”.

I think that this has partly happened with Emerald in the sense that Salem’s tactic to weaken her loyalty to Cinder through fear backfired:

Salem: Emerald... I want you to tell me whose fault this was. Now

Emerald: Cinder! We failed because of Cinder...

Salem: That's right. I want you to understand that failure. I want you to understand why Cinder must be left to toil in her isolation until she redeems herself.

The whole point of this interaction was to make Emerald submissive. It is clear Emerald is there for Cinder and not for Salem, so Salem frightened her and forced her to symbolically “betray” Cinder.

Still, this did not work for two reasons.

a) Emerald needs to see Cinder for who she is, so that she can break free from her.

b) Fear is among the factors that motivated Emerald to leave:

Yang: You're gonna have to try and summarize it. Why should we trust you?

Ren: Because she's scared. Just like us.

Not only that, but in an inversion of what usually happens with fear in the series, it is specifically because Emerald and JOYR are all scared that they can overcome their conflict and work together (as @echo-from-the-void. noticed). Fear has separated our protagonists from the AceOps, but has brought them Emerald.

These are my main thoughts on the scene, thank you for the asks!

#rwby #rwby meta #cinder fall #arthur watts #emerald sustrai #rwby volume 8 #rwby spoilers #asksfullofsugar #anonymous

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