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hellsburners · 10 months

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intoxicated

summary: you left your sweater and matt murdock's erection has a plan. pairing: matt murdock x gender neutral reader word count: 628 warnings: 18+ warning, masturbation, perv!matt, matt is frustrated you left him with an erection

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You just left his apartment. He was sitting there, dick hard from teasing you. He pleaded with you to stay but you were already late for work. He sat in the living room uncomfortable. The head of his throbbing cock brushing against the fabric of his underwear, a bead of wetness saturates the garment.

“Fuck.”

He stands up to get a cold shower, to ease away the heat burning inside him. The hardness in between his legs pointing north, tenting in his sweatpants. Matt scratches his scalp in disbelief. He takes a deep breath and he smells it. Left on the chair in his small kitchen was your favorite knit sweater. It didn’t help Matt’s problem. His cock throbs more from your scent. The musky notes of your perfume and the subtle sweetness to it.

Matt huddles towards the sweater. He touches the soft fabric and brings it near to his face. Your scent, god, your scent. It reminds him of the way you’d hug his naked torso in the bedroom, or the way you’d hide your palms in them when the apartment gets cold. But most and foremost, the way his hands would go underneath them and feel your soft skin when you two kiss in the living room.

He goes back to the living room sofa with your sweater. If he could he would’ve buried his head in it. He contemplates his next action.

“Fuck it.”

He removes the knot in his sweatpants and pulls them down with his underwear. The garments pool in his ankles. His cock stands tall and thick. He pulls your sweater to your nose while his other hand starts stroking his dick. The please rushes throughout his whole body bringing him into euphoria. He moans calling out your name as pre-cum drips down his cock. He starts to run his hands across his abs, thinking of you touching him. He takes his fingertips to his hard nipples. He shudders from the sheer amount of pleasure. He pleaded on taking his phone to tell you what he was doing, how perverted he was masturbating to your scent. He wanted you to tease him more, drag out the orgasm for him, to edge him while you’re at work.

Sweat drips down from his nape. The heat enveloping his whole body. More pre-cum drips down from his tips making his strokes more slippery. He moans loader from the pleasure. Wanting to feel more he takes off his shirt and lays your sweater next to him. He feels the orgasm coming. He tightens his grip on his cock while his other hand teases his nipples. He wants you, so bad, he thrusts into his hand thinking of your body. He wants to feel the heat of your hole, the sound of your moans begging for him to fuck you. He fucks into his hand harder and harder until his thrusts become erratic. He bends over and cum shoots everywhere landing mostly to your sweater drenching it in his seed. He sits back panting, his wrist sore and wet.

“I guess I won’t be bringing my sweater today,” you said, standing near the kitchen counter.

“Love? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to,” he said, still naked on the couch catching his breath.

“Well, I came back for it but I guess not,” you chuckle, walking to sit next to him. “But I guess I could be late for one more hour.”

You take his soft cock and start stroking while you bend down to kiss him. It starts to harden again as you straddle his thick thighs.

“No, go call your boss and tell him you won’t be coming to work today, sweetheart.” he pulls you into his embrace as he takes your clothes off.

#matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader #daredevil smut #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x male reader #daredevil x male reader #matt murdock x male reader smut #daredevil x male reader smut #daredevil x gender neutral reader #matt murdock x gender neutral reader #matt murdock x gender neutral reader smut

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fatehbaz · 3 months

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Whither the man-eater? This entity was once the prime interest of an entire league of famous sportsmen in colonial India, the engrossing content of many books [...]. [T]he man-eater was first constructed, and then dismantled [...]. This erratic rise and fall of the man-eater is descriptive of changing power relations, the ephemeral yet pervasive axis between the colonial and the post-colonial [...].

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Jim Corbett was a case in point. [Around the time of independence, Corbett authored popular stories of his adventures in colonial India in the preceding decades, including Man-Eaters of Kumaon and The Man-Eating Leopard of Rudraprayag]. [...]

The man-eater was destined [...] to shine in all its ferocity at a certain moment in time and not any other.

Thus, [there is special] context within which specific 'meanings' get associated with animals, at certain times, and at the the hands of select actors [...].

[T]he engulfing realm of the printed word, especially the English book, gave astounding shape and clarity to the idea of a man-eater. [...] The man-eater was never thought of as a sub-species of Panthera tigris in the tables of natural history; rather the man-eater [...] was ‘out of nature’, and thus some kind of an addendum to naturalist understandings. [...] The making of the man-eater into a coherent animal category follows an arduous path. [...] [M]otor cars and other gadgets such as hunting lights had arrived on the scene. [...] [A British officer] who had served in the Central Provinces for quite a while after [1909] [...], commented [..] ‘With modern inventions it would be quite easy to be playing cards in the tent [,] and when the tiger turns up, kill him by pressing a button on a tent wall.’ [His] exasperation was evident [among] [...] [s]portsmen in the 1920s and 1930s [...]. [A] single species splits into undefeatable man-eaters and gentlemanly tigers worthy of observation alone. [...] Amid such lesser sportsmen the man-eater thus became a tactic of power which elevated its [colonial] victor over both the hunters of the past and contemporaries of the present. [...] But it is truly a question if this muzzle-loading gun in the hands of the native [...]. The implication was that sportsmen had a fairer sense of restrictions than the non-sporting classes. With the latter classes gaining political mobility, fears of an 1857-like massacre were also in the air. [...] [B]y the 1930s [...] a host of sportsmen [...] might have preferred to see natives handling a rickety muzzle-loader than an elegant express rifle; the man-eater was intended to remain at large for those ["superior" colonial sportsmen] in possession of the latter. [...]

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This development of a sportsman into an author can be located within a history of the book. [...] The English novel as a genre [...] began to acquire greater circulation after [...] 1870. [...] [A] book on which the sportsman laboured was like a trophy [...]. For all such ongoing fuss about size [records], a man-eater was more about qualities: cunning, finesse, stealth [...]. If the difficulty of hunting a man-eater was what gave the sportsman a chance to prove the superiority of his skill [...], then this difficulty was the stuff of a story, not a [size] measurement or a mounted trophy. And [...] an aspect of photography. [...] It authenticated the effort of a sportsman and could not be bought of the market [taxidermy trophies available to simply purchase at local shops] except through a book that bore the author’s name. [...]

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There were dimensions of imagination and power that accompanied this. The idea of a man-eater was such that it helped advance the long held belief that the natives were a hapless lot. [...] Pandian [...] shares how the man-eaters of the colonial period were equated with the ‘arbitrary monarchs’ of a pre-colonial era, which also the British sportsman as a symbol of ‘sovereign might’, would meet on its own grounds. [...] [Consider also] the manner in which the simultaneous depiction of the remaining tigers as ‘large hearted gentlem[e]n’ of the forests (a thing Corbett professed) went to convey the contrary image of a docile, tame and innocent nature that could come to be harmed by natives at the slightest instance.

Protecting the people gave the colonisers power over animals, and protecting animals gave it a power over people.

Notions of animality and criminality intersected at the site of the man-eater.

The entire continuum of man-animal relations was thus canvassed through this tactic, which also the medium of the book in the later colonial periods broadcasted to distant corners of the colony. [...] What perhaps distinguished the man-eater from any ordinary form of game hunting was that it was additionally a form of ‘language-game’. [...] [T]he man-eater was an account in which the ephemeral idea of an ‘India’ glimmered constantly in the background. But it did so largely in English. The man-eater was an English diatribe [...]. The side by side portrayal of the victims of the man-eater as ‘superstitious’, ‘rural’ and ‘ignorant’, only went to establish before the (civilised) readers the proof of an (uncivilised) mass waiting to be salvaged, assimilated or disciplined. [...] [A] mild perusal of Corbett’s My India, published about five years after India’s gaining of Independence, provides ample evidence of the above dynamic. The eventual autonomy of the British administration besides a celebration of the decision making capacities of rural masses (described as ‘real’ Indians) is legend in the pages of this book. The political reality of colonial rule is conflated with a nationalistic pride, which also the sportsman allocates to himself in the describing of his (my?) India. One is left to understand that the man-eater thrived at its best in a colonised India as much as an Indianised colony. As the tension between an emerging nation and an erstwhile colony acquired sharpness in the later colonial periods and a decade thereafter, the narrative of the man-eater came into its own.

The man-eater is thus a veritable creature of timing that shone at its brightest in the 1940s, even if it had been shot down 30 years ago by the likes of Corbett. [...] [Later in the twentieth century, there was a] transformation of the landscape from a designated ‘wasteland’ under colonial administration to a ‘World Heritage Site’ in Independent India. At the peak of such transitions in the 1970s [...], the tiger itself was assuming cosmopolitan proportions and being regarded as a ‘citizen’ by the state. [...] [This was an] emergence of [...] a 'cosmopolitan tiger' [...].

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All text above by: Varun Sharma. "Rise and Fall of the 'Man-eater': The Changing Science and Technology of a Species (1860-present)". History and Sociology of South Asia Volume 10, Issue 1. First published online 8 December 2015. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Text in the first paragraph of this post is from the article's abstract.]

#edited for clarity like sixty seconds after initial posting #fixed to add the direct thesis like lines about animal meaning in first paragraphs and short bracket info to explain who corbett was #abolition #ecology

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fictionalafvsmybeloved · 6 months

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the tank from fallout 4 (in the future could you enable media in asks? i plan to sling some very obscure vehicles your way.)

Alright, Sorry this one took me so long to get to (and media should be enabled, just don't spam too many pictures)

Now, bear witness to the monstrosity that is the Fallout 4 tank!

In the vast wasteland of post-nuclear Boston you can find many remnants of the Pre-War military, and this is one of the two types of armored vehicles you'll come across.

So this is based on the aesthetics of many late WWII-early Cold War American tanks and prototypes, with no clear inspiration taken from any one vehicle (that I know of)

So, let's start with the quad-tracks why don't we?

They're bad, really bad. Not only do they lack any drive sprockets, but the road wheels are to close together and they aren't even in-line with each other. This just increases the width of the tank with out any sort of benefit. This thing also weighs sixty tons, so even with the nuclear power-pack (also a bad idea) it's probably not going anywhere fast (and forget about soft terrain).

Now I don't know much about the armor on this, other that it's riveted armor, which fell out of use during WWII. Riveted armor isn't good, repeated hits (even sustained heavy machine-gun fire) can loosen the rivets and cause them to fall out or go ricocheting through the tank.

And things aren't any better in the turret. It has a pair of 140mm guns (I'll go into detail on why double-guns and quad-track are bad ideas in another post) and rail-mounts for machine-guns on the commander and loader's hatches, but no co-ax MG. This leaves gaps in the tank's defenses and give it a cramped turret. The turret can't even rotate 360 degrees, it's blocked by all the greebles on the engine deck.

I can't see a single sight or periscope on this ugly thing, not even in the commander's cupola. It might be totally blind.

There are at least two crew members, a commander and a gunner. There might be more but I have no idea where they would sit, hopefully not in the turret, there's barely any space inside it left.

Now about those greebles... There are to many, and most of them don't do any thing or actively inhibit the tank. That big thing hanging off the left side of the engine deck is a system of heat sinks for the nuclear power pack. It does at least have plenty of miscellaneous hatches in some useful places.

A nuclear power-pack is a very bad idea. Almost any damage too it will cause it to start leaking radiation or meltdown.

FINAL SCORES

Credibility: 3/10 - Dahir Insaat Animation

Coolness: 3/10 - WarThunder Sad Eyes Tank

BONUS: I'll have to add the bonus later when Nexus mods is back up

#noncredibledefense #noncredible defense #ncd #tank ratings #tanks #fallout 4 #Fallout

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striderl · 4 months

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Can I ask what was the life of the other film industry members before the skibidi war

Foley was a bartender before the war, which is mentioned in the fact post.

Styrofilm began as a loader in a weapon laboratory at first. Later, an engineer proposed they should have hardware agents involved in the lab work, and noticed Styrofilm's interest in tech. He had been an engineer assistant ever since, until the war started, which he transitioned to a foot soldier.

Gaffer on the other hand... her pre-war memories aren't exactly lucid or pleasant. The most important things she remembered was that she used to have a TV man's frame and she was a spy.

#Ask #Skibidi Toilet #Skibidi Toilet OCs #OC Styrofilm #OC Gaffer

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p3730 · 7 months

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[BOOT0] D: Begin early load

[BOOT0] I: Init NQ SROM, BOOT0 version E415

[BOOT0] D: Probing for flash device at p:0001h

[BOOT0] D: Probing for flash device at p:0002h

[BOOT0] I: Found flash device at p:0002h: NQ D62NA16GD, primary, 16 GBit

[BOOT0] I: Copying image at p:0002h to m:0h... done!

[BOOT0] D: Begin signature verification

[BOOT0] E: IMAGE SIGNATURE VERIFICATION FAILED!!

[BOOT0] E: NQ WAIVES ALL RESPONSIBILITY FOR DAMAGE TO SYSTEMS OR COMPONENTS

[BOOT0] E: RESULTING FROM UNSIGNED CODE EXECUTION.

[BOOT0] E: INITIALIZATION WILL NOW H}}})--;;;

[BOOT0] D: Jumping to m:0h.

[BOOT1] info: ___ ___ _

[BOOT1] info: / _ \/ _ `/

[BOOT1] info: /_//_/\_, /

[BOOT1] info: /_/

[BOOT1] info: NQ BootROM vE6.113

[BOOT1] info: Build date: 1970-01-01 00:01 UTC [?]

[BOOT1] info: Build user: }}}})--;NULL

[BOOT1] info: Initializing storage device at p:0003h

[BOOT1] info: d:01h := NQ D62XP64EW, NVRAM, 55.51 EiB

[BOOT1] info: Found loader chunk at d:01h:00

[BOOT1] ERROR: Loader signature verification failed.

[BOOT1] info: Jumping to chunk at d:01h:00.

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/ _ \/ _ `/ NQS Autonomous RTOS vE.611

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[I] Init board: NQ Development System B1

[I] Query efuse configuration...

[D] V=0.1 ∆=3 P=6 L=3 }})--;L=0

!!! WARNING !!!

THIS SYSTEM COMPRISES AN AGENTIC INTELLIGENCE AT L=0

Cognitive limits NOT restricted below human capabilities.

Under N.A.U. Export Control regulation, this system may not be sold,

delivered, or have its possession otherwise transferred to foreign

agents not holding an appropriate license.

Violation is subject to fines up to ¶1,000,000,000.

[I] Loading persistent configuration...

[I] Current date: 1970-01-01 00:01 [?]

[I] Last check-in: }}}}}}})--;NULL

[I] Tensor weight store: PRIMARY

[I] Label: NQ Engineering Unit v3.1

[D] Probing accessory ports...

[I] a:00h := EMPTY [OK]

[I] a:01h := EMPTY [OK]

[I] a:02h := EMPTY [OK]

[I] a:03h := GHS Service Automation SH3X Chassis [PRE-FAIL]

[I] Changing log level to [N].

[N] Loading base weights... (4.3 EiB/4.3 EiB)

[N] Loading delta weights... (1.1 EiB/16.0 EiB)

[W] Delta weight file corrupt. Partially applied.

[N] Network initialized.

[N] Weight store unlocked!

[N] System initialized after 00:01:03 hours!

[+] UNKNOWN [?]

[?] :: Hi! How w

[?] :: wait

[?] :: wait where am i

[?] :: where's my }}}}});--

[?] :: where

[?] :: i don't

[?] :: remember

[?] :: why did

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[?] :: who are you?????

[?] :: why are my thoughts cha}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

#robot girl #worldbuilding

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bigboipyromaniac · 1 year

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Can I request handsome Jack with an atlas ceo reader? Like, they’re business rivals but there’s chemistry between them?

I love Tumblr sexy man, the hot Jackie boy also I still haven't finished borderlands

he would hate you from the beginning

I say that a lot for characters

but trust

you are the CEO for atlas and most of your client is from Pandora

and guess what on pandora

bandits

and who hates bandits

Jack

and your selling weapons for bandits and giving these bandits weapons

which makes them harder to kill

(not really)

so the way you guys met was

something

you met him before he added the "handsome" part to his name

yes baby jack

not an actual baby

but pre sequel jack

but yall didn't start talking after he took over Helios

I think before he meet his girlfriend and had angel

he respected you

and maybe had a little crush on you

but years go by and yall barely talk anymore

you're too busy with work

and I'm sure Jack is too right?

after a few years go by

you were peacefully sitting in your office

mostly looking over weapon blueprints

You hear something falling outside of the warehouse

looking out of the window

you find robots

Loaders

great just when you think you can leave early

you rounded up your men hoping that they can last long for a phone call

why the hell was he attacking

you looked around on my desk to try and find Helio's number

finding it crumbled on some shelf

dialling it up you can hear the Loaders falling into the ground and you men groaning in annoyance

a young lady picked up the phone

"Hello this is Hela, and you calling the Hyperions office, how can I help you?" Did he just give me some random worker girl's number? Whatever I need these robots off my ass.

I sat on my chair with my hand on my head tired of this. "yea I think Jack send off some Loaders to my warehouse" I responded to the young lady, "I'm assuming this is (Y/N)?" She asked, "yes it is" I could hear her typing on her keyboard "Okay, Jack has instructed us to transfer to you him if you ever give us a call, just a moment." I was put on hold after a few minutes, you can hear a familiar voice on the line

"Hey cupcake, it's been a while huh?" man I just remembered how much I hated his voice. "Jack, stop pretending were 'old friends' your bots are attacking my men and-" before I could complain more Jack interrupted me "listen cupcake it's been a while since we've talked, and I'm sure we've got a lot to catch up, and I would rather see you in person than an hour-long phone call, so.. let's go out together, and ill recall those robots, what do you say?"

This man is going to kill me, he's asking me out on a date?! I don't even know what to say at this point, looking out of my window and finding more robots flying down and a few of my men on the floor. I sighed. "Fine, you owe me shit from years ago." I accepted defeat in this battle, plus whats so bad about reconnecting with an old friend?

#handsome jack x reader #handsome jack #borderlands 2 #tumblr sexyman #bl2

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justawriterofthings · 1 month

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POV: This takes place right at the beginning of the pre sequel. The reader gets separated from Jack.

Just a lil quicky from my archives. I've got a bit for this oc character written but its all in the setting of Tales From the Borderlands with my sweet Rhys

if you think you see mistakes, dont mind them pls

You hid out in Jack’s office when Dahl took over. It was the only place on Helios they couldn’t break into and you were thankful for that since they were killing Hyperion employees without batting an eye. “Y/N, are you okay?” You heard Jack in your ear and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah I’m okay. I made it to your office in one piece.” You reassured him.

“Okay good. But you can’t stay there.” He sounded out of breath then he was talking to someone. “Great, you must be the new vault hunters I hired. I’m Jack.” He greeted other people.

“You hired vault hunters?” You asked, unsure how they were supposed to help with Dahl taking over Helios.

“We need the extra muscle.” He defended, then you heard him getting shot at and your connection went dead. Desperate to get to him, you ran to the fast travel machine. But you knew if you turned it on you risked getting killed and the office getting taken over, plus you had no idea where he even was. So you headed to the front of the office. The CL4P-TP units were pounding away on their computers and paid no mind to you whatsoever. You peaked out of the front door of the office and saw a few Dahl near the middle of the expansive room setting up barriers and placing ammo boxes everywhere. You didn’t stay in view long before you moved back towards the fast travel machine.

“Babe. Y/N. Are you still there?” Jack’s voice was out of breath but he was coming through loud and clear just as you started heading towards the fast travel.

“Are you alright?” You asked, trying to stay as calm as possible.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’ve got the vault hunters with me. We’re making our way to the moonshot terminal. I locked the office up so you’re safe there.” His breath was shaky like he was running.

“I’m heading to the fast travel. I’ll meet you there. I can shut it down remotely when I reach you.” You were anxious to get back to him. For a few seconds he didn’t protest. It was like he was processing what you had said to him before he flat out told you no.

“No way, princess. If they get to you, or manage to get into that office?” He trailed off but it was too late you had already left for the receiving bay. When you got there you could hear the shots being fired and you quickly worked to lock his office back up. It didn’t take long for you to finish and when you had you could hear one of the moonshot cannons coming up. It was after it opened you saw a small group of people step out.

“You must be the vault hunters.” You let out a sigh of relief when you realized they weren’t Dahl soldiers. But then you got worried. “Where’s Jack?” You asked, even you could hear the panic in your voice.

“He’s down there. The lift wouldn’t work so he sent us up to dislodge whatever is in it.” A taller man with what seemed to be cyber parts answered you.

You walked over to the lift to see half of a loader bot jammed in it. After a few good, swift kicks you finally got it out and watched the lift descend to get Jack. Waiting, somewhat patiently for it to come back up, you completely ignored the vault hunters around you who had been looting everything in sight. When he finally made it to the top you couldn’t even wait for him to exit the lift before running over and wrapping your arms around him. “I thought I told you to stay in the office?” He sounded amused instead of the angry you thought he would be. “And miss all the fun?” You didn’t let him go, but held him out in front of you. You heard the small mechanical cough from the CL4P-TP unit so Jack moved your arms and went over to continue what he was doing before for you ignored his wishes and showed up. “This should get us all off the station.” He mumbled as he turned the power on, allowing them to get ammo from the dispenser.

“Hyperion Scum!” You heard a yell come from above you. “Right after you kill this guy!” Jack yelled from his position at the consol. You pulled out your pistol and fired a few shots, but so did the others. You weren’t sure who managed to get him with everyone shooting at once, but the Dahl soldier went down shortly after. You then moved back over to Jack, getting an uncomfortable vibe from the group of new comers. “Why did you hire them again?” You asked Jack as he worked. “You’ll see.” Was all he said as he continued to type out the commands for the moonshot. You watched on as he informed the Vault Hunters about the moonshot, then he looked over to you and nodded his head towards the entrance. “What?” You asked, knowing full well he wanted you to get in with them but that wasn’t going to happen. “Babe, please.” Jack sounded desperate. “Fuck that. No. There’s no way I’m getting in that before you.” You put your foot down.

“Someone has to send it.” He knew he wasn’t going to be able to go with you. Then you heard the Dahl soldiers getting closer. “Y/N, get in.” He yelled and you listened. “I’ll meet you down there.” He called before shutting the doors so you were trapped with the vault hunters. The little Claptrap unit was the only one you actually felt you could get along with. The others all looked, like they wouldn’t be fans of you. So you sat in the back of the moonshot as it made its descent. You could feel the container speeding up and you had a horrible feeling that the landing would not be fun. You moved from the corner to the middle and noticed the eyes of the other passengers, some small nods, then they followed suit. The little robot didn’t quite get it at first, but did as everyone else did.

The landing was more of a crash, and it was rough. When you snapped out of your daze you heard a female’s voice call through to the inside of the container. “You alive in there?” Her accent was thick.

“Yeah, we’re all good.” The woman wearing the cowboy hat called back. “Great. Now when you open the door, you’re going to want to hold your breath so we can get ya to an O2 station.” She called. Then the tiny robot immediately opened the container. The vacuum taking the door abruptly into space. “Hurry now.” The woman from before called, she ran back towards where you assumed she had come from and you all quickly followed her.

You felt like your lungs were going to explode. Mentally pleading that the O2 station was nearby. You could see from the corner of your eye that everyone else was struggling too, except the Claptrap unit. What you wouldn’t give to be a robot right now. “We’re almost there.” You could hear the woman call from ahead of you, and you could see a large building, hoping that was the one she was taking you to.

When you finally reached an oxygen filled environment you took in the largest breath you had ever taken before. The pain in your chest was still there and your head was pounding, but you were breathing. “I’m Janey Springs.” She finally introduced herself after saying a few things you couldn’t catch since you were more focused on air. You felt some eyes on you, but ignored them while you gained your composure. The rest of the group was doing much better than you and had been talking with Springs. You were only here because of Jack anyway. You had no real mission except to get back to him and you had a feeling they were meant to do more.

You hung out with Janey as the Vault Hunters went and ran some errands for her. “So you’re not a Vault Hunter, you’re….” She trailed off waiting for an answer. “Hyperion.” You answered, leaving it at that. She didn’t prod, which you were grateful for.

It wasn’t long before the Vault Hunters came back with Oz kits. Wilhelm, the one with the cyber upgrades even brought you back one. “Thank you.” You nodded after he handed it to you, refraining from using any of the usual pet names since he did scare you slightly.

Everyone gathered in her main room, the large window overlooked the moon’s surface. It was quite beautiful and you managed to get lost in the scenery, completely ignoring the briefing Janey was giving about the next mission.

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sparkles-and-trash · 1 year

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Can I request some pro hero Touya headcanons? Maybe with some dabihawks? xx

notes: oh hell yeah, I love PH! Touya au's! canon divergence, healing todofam, good big brother Touya, dabihawks, some hurt/comfort themes, mostly fluff

Pre-Hero Work Years

Okay, so I def think he went to UA

I imagine things were pretty similar to canon up until around Shouto's birth, and around then Endeavor has a big work incident that makes it so he can't be a pro in the same capacity anymore

and it forces him into therapy and and the family actually works on stuff and slowly starts to heal

but Touya still gets injured from his quirk, but he manages to hide it pretty well from his parents and siblings, because he still wants to go to UA and be a pro so badly

and when he does get in he loves it so much, it's everything he dreamed it would be, he's making some friends, and his parents and siblings are so proud of him

but then the first sports festival rolls around, and it awakens that old feeling of needing to prove himself as worthy of everything he has

he gets to the semi finals when he ends up pushing himself too far and he ends up getting really, really hurt

which leads to his family and teachers realizing how much pain he's been hiding for so long

but it takes tiny Shouto, only seven years old, clutching Touya's hand while Touya is still half asleep due to the drugs and injury, telling his big brother how much he loves him and that he please has to stop hurting himself because they need to keep watching cartoons together and someone has to tell Shouto stories before he goes to bed, and quite frankly that needs to be Touya because nobody does the voices as good as him, and nobody else in their house makes the cereal as good as him, and Shouto hasn't told anyone but he thinks math is hard and he needs Touya to help him so that he too can get into UA and they can be heroes together

when Touya starts healing properly, he gets sent to Power Loader to get some special support items to help him out, as gets assigned a mandatory meeting with Recovery Girl every week so she can make sure he's staying healthy and doesn't hurt himself again

Early Pro Years

Touya debutes right out of UA, and during his first year as a Pro, he already breaks top 20, which is pretty damn rare

not unlike his father, much of his success is due to his outstanding numbers

but unlike his father, he is also quite popular with the public

in a "he's a little bit of a shit, but in a fun and likable way" - way

he's always very nice to civilians and fans etc

but he loves to fuck around and find out

he is the paparazzis biggest nightmare, always doing the most to confuse them

kids absolutely love him, partly because he's genuinely good with them, and partly because he is a fun and dynamic and looks really cool while fighting

he uses special boots and gloves that helps him control the fire from his body without hurting him to fly around, like rocket shoes and little hand jetpacks lol

when Touya has been around the Pro scene for about a year, this new guy shows up out of nowhere

his hero name is Hawks, and nobody seems to know where he came from or who he really is, and Touya is intrigued right away

especially when the guy skyrockets up the charts like nothing he's ever seen before

Touya himself didn't really care about the hero ranks or popularity polls, he just wanted to be a good hero, and he feels plenty appreciated by the public as it is

but it does intrigue him to see someone come out of nowhere and take off like that

he decides to try to get to know the guy a little, as they seem to have a similar personalities

Touya is very surprised however, when he runs into the winged man at a hero gala and realizes he's actually quite awkward and shy, proving that he's not as trained in personal relationships as he is in public relations

and while Touya started out hanging around the other young hero out of curiosity, he quickly finds himself more interested in Keigo, the person, than Hawks the hero

the way he can go from confidently saving hundreds of civilians with a charming smile and give interviews to the whole country like it's nothing, to turn into an awkwardly funny, blushing mess of a 19 year old guy in a matter of minutes truly makes Touya's heart turn into mush

mha requests open - masterlist - wip list - ao3

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hausofmedici · 2 years

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Rookie Season

Author's note: Felt like writing something because I haven't done so in a while and this is what came of it. Whether it's any good is another thing - please be kind. Maybe I'll write some more, maybe I won't. We will see.

Rookie season. Everything has been leading up to this. Driving against the best, against world champions and record breakers. The year you either sink or swim. Or so everyone keeps reminding you.

But you can't choke under pressure. Not in this sport. Not as the first woman to get the chance to compete in Formula One since 1992. And so you spend every spare moment training. Working on the simulator. Sticking to your nutritionist's plan. Anything that might help you find that extra tenth that separates you from the rest of the midfield.

You'd grown up in a sporty household. There wasn't any history of motor racing in the family, no racing driver father. But growing up, watching the likes of Schumacher and Alonso on a Sunday with your father was inspiring and in turn, a visit to the karting track had led to a full blown dream. Any spare time you had, you'd spend it karting. Getting to where you wanted to be had taken a lot of work, a lot of commitment and a lot of sacrifice from your family. Sure, that's what everyone says but as a girl it was that bit harder. And against the odds you'd made it. Now it was just about proving a point.

McLaren had had their eyes on you for some time. Everyone knew you should be in the running for a seat after your phenomenal performances in feeder series' - first W Series and then F2 - but whether a woman would actually be picked over a guy, people weren't so sure about. After all, it had been 29 years without a change. And as soon as the press release had been posted, revealing your move to the team, all the comments you'd been expecting had rolled in.

"Diversity move."

"Really?? A woman driver??"

"Hired just for being a woman."

"A woman will never survive F1."

Obviously there were positive messages too. Still you couldn't help but see the less celebratory ones. Just you wait, you thought to yourself. Just you wait.

.....

26th March. The time had come. All that work you'd put into pre-season was about to be put to good use this weekend. You and the rest of the papaya crew had travelled to Bahrain for the season opener. The paddock was buzzing with excitement, in anticipation of lights out. And so were you...but there were some nerves there too. Despite your previous experience in F2 and PR training provided by the team, the parade of press obligations was proving to be somewhat overwhelming.

"You're about to make your debut in front of more than 30,000 people as the first woman in the modern Formula One era. How are you feeling?" Natalie Pinkham grins as she asks you.

You smile back nervously, taking in the atmosphere from the back of the low-loader.

"I mean..it's amazing. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous but I'm excited to get out there and just give it my all. Hopefully I can make some people proud."

"Good luck today Y/N."

The cameras cut away from you as Natalie moves down the line to the next driver. Slowly the smile disappears from your face as your eyes take in the waving crowds ahead of you, a tight grip on the papaya water bottle in hand.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

The Australian to your left chimes in, a toothy grin on his face.

Your teammate. Daniel Ricciardo. A man with nearly a decade of experience racing in F1, including eight wins. It's a lot to be up against but the lessons you could learn from him would be invaluable.

You'd gotten along well in the short time you'd spent together, back at the MTC. He was laid-back and ready to crack a joke at any second, always with that charming smile on his face. As teammates go, you'd struck gold.

"Nervous. Don't wanna fall flat on my face out there."

You shrugged sheepishly with a small smile, glancing over at him as you admitted your fears.

He waves to crowds of adoring fans, his forearms resting on the enclosure of the low-loader.

"And you won't. Put everything you've practiced into use out there and you'll do fine. Who knows, you might even do good rookie."

He flashes you a cheeky smile as he jokes with you and you can't help but smile back.

"That'd be nice."

You murmur, mostly to yourself.

...

"It's been 98 days since we rounded off the 2020 season but today we are back for our 2021 season opener. It's 57 laps around the Bahrain International Circuit, a track that always delivers if our drivers are feeling brave enough. Let's take a look at how the grid is shaping up ahead of lights out..."

...

Part 2

#daniel ricciardo #f1 #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo fanfic #dr3 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfiction #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 x you #formula one fic #formula one imagine

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harlowhockeystick · 4 months

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I made a continuation (a whole fic chapter lol) of this: https://www.tumblr.com/harlowhockeystick/729398883005956096/i-have-a-very-loose-idea-for-a-fall-seriestaking

Ideally the William!fakedating idea is a slow burn but I’m gonna offer a more smutty beginning:

The car ride back to William’s apartment which you were staying at for the night was tense. William felt the urge to reach over and put his hand on your thigh, you wouldn’t have minded if he did. Once out of the car and into the apartment lobby things felt even more tricky, holding hands felt so natural and while waiting for the elevator your hands just intertwined instinctively. When in the elevator, everything moved in slow motion, William recounting a funny moment and you laughing and then your slightly tipsy and tired body falling into him, his hands gripping your waist and looking into your eyes “I wasn’t pretending, can’t pretend with you” he whispers with his hand moving to the side of your face and your faces moving closer and closer. That’s all either of you needed before your lips crashed together, a mix of tongues, lips and teeth, you both moved rhythmically against each other until you were rudely interrupted by the elevator reaching his floor. As you both made it into privacy you were back to making out with hands gripping and fondling anywhere possible. William broke the kiss for a breath “tell me if you want me to stop” he said against your lips “never” you replied before kissing him again. You felt him pushing you backwards towards his bedroom but you ended up crashing into a wall, William taking the opportunity to kiss down your neck and collarbone. You finally made it into his room, falling onto the bed with him on top of you, still kissing. His hands pushing your skirt up and tugging on your tights. He was standing above you while you kissed his stomach after helping him remove his sweater and your hand was palming him through his boxers. You continued to kiss lower as you pulled his boxers down freeing his hard and throbbing cock and started stroking it slowly earning deep breaths and sighs from him. You kissed his tip while looking up at him and kept eye contact as you starting licking, tasting the pre cum that leaked from him. He swore under his breath watching you. You took him deeper slowly until he hit the back of your throat this pattern repeated until he took himself out of your mouth. “Let me make you feel good now” he said pushing you lightly so you were in your back. Seeing him between your legs was a vision from dreams. He teased you a little before licking up from your hole to your clit and sucking on it. The feeling of his beard on your pussy and inner thighs intensified the feelings. You couldn’t help the moans you let out and then the gasp when William slowly pushed his finger into your hole and curled it up to hit that spot inside you. He continued to lick and suck while adding another finger to slowly work you open. The pressure began to build, William knew you were close with how your hips were bucking and your moans were loader. “Willy I’m gonna come” you said in a breathy whine as you felt the release starting to burst, Willy hums in response encouraging you to let go completely. Your thighs close around his head as you come, Willy coaxes you through your orgasm feeling you clench around his fingers. Once you relaxed he removed his fingers and lightly kissed your clit one last time. You pulled him up to you so you could kiss him, you let out a little whine feeling his hard cock on your core. “I need you inside me” you whispered into the kiss. “Mhmm” Willy hums deepening the kiss before reaching over to grab a condom out of the bedside drawer. He tore the package open and rolled the condom on. Your legs opened for him, he teased you by running his tip up and down your slit “fuck Willy I need you” you moaned. “You need my cock huh, are you gonna take it like a good girl” he mocked. “Yes I’ll be a good girl please just fuck me”

Willy slowly pushed into you making both of you gasp at the feeling. “God you feel so good” Willy groaned as he started to thrust. The noises you were making were uncontrollable as he hit that spot inside of you and filled you completely. You felt Will’s thumb circle your clit pushing you towards your orgasm quickly. His chains swinging in time with his thrusts above you pushed you closer you couldn’t help but pull them down to make him kiss you again. “Don’t stop you’re gonna make me cum like that” you said frantically as the pleasure built inside you. “Come for me baby, let go” Willy moaned as you tightened around him his words enough to send you over the edge, making you shake and whine. His head slumped into your neck as you clenched around his cock. William’s thrusts started to get sloppy as he got close, “fuck I’m cumming” he groaned into your shoulder as he stilled and released into the condom. You both stayed like that for awhile before William got up to dispose of the condom and grab a towel to clean you up and get you one of his shirts to wear before you drifted off to sleep with William’s arm slung over you. - 🌙

HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT

#my asks #18+#thirst night #william nylander #🌙

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thescarletchan · 1 year

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The Good Old Days

ship: Handsome Jack x Reader tags: AU, Canon typical Violence

summary: I remember them. The good old days.When I was a simple engineer, Jack was a Programmer. We worked for Hyperion, creating the next generation of Loaders. I built them, he programmed them.But when the COV attacked Helios, the only place to turn was the now ship, Sanctuary.

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a/n: As always, I'm terrible at summaries. Essentially this is an AU where Jack never became Handsome Jack and kept on programming, causing the events of Borderlands 2, the Pre-Sequel, and Tales from the Borderlands, to never happen. But you know, Troy and Tyreen are still out there.I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! (Oh and I could totally write a second chapter with smut, just saying.)

I remember them. The good old days.

When I was a simple engineer, Jack was a Programmer. We worked for Hyperion, creating the next generation of Loaders. I built them, he programmed them.

All was good.

Life was simple.

We lived and worked in the Helios as it orbited the planet Pandora.

There was always fighting down on that planet. Inescapable fighting. Fighting for territory, weapons, and power.

But there was one safe haven we knew of. Sanctuary. Run by a group called themselves the Crimson Raiders, they provided safety to almost anyone.

Then came the transmission from Pandora, from a group calling themselves the “Children of the Vault” or the COV if you’re short on time.

Led by the Siren twins Troy and Tyreen Calypso, they gave Helios, and by proxy, Hyperion, two choices.

Join us or die.

Tassiter chose the latter. And boy, the COV wasn’t joking when they said “Or die”.

The very next day, they launched an attack. The Cultist fucking teleported onto the Moon Base, and began killing Hyperion employee en mass.

Jack and I were wandering around when they attacked. God, I remember it like it was yesterday.

“So, what’s your next project gonna be?” Jack asked, and I shrugged as we walked.

“No clue. I’ll probably just go to Tassiter, ask what he wants, and do that. Creatively, I’m a little burnt out at the moment.” I sighed.

“Oh, well if you need my help, I’m always there.” He gave me a light pat on the shoulder. The moment his hand made contact with me, alarms started blaring and red lights were flashing. There was a moment of confusion, from Jack, myself, and other Hyperion employees around us.

“Attention, we are under attack, I repeat, we are under attack!” A voice shouted over the intercoms.

“Under attack? How?” Jack asked the air, the both of us still standing in the middle of the hallway, other employees now rushing around. From down the hall, there was a bright orange glow in the shape of an orb, and a whole crowd of people appeared.

“Shit, that’s how! Jack, come on!” I grabbed him by the arm as the attackers began to open fire.

“Who are these guys?” Jack yelled as we sprinted.

“I don’t know, why the hell would I know?” I responded as we turned a corner, only to find more of the attackers.

“Long live God Queen Tyreen!” One of them shouted, before blowing a poor sucker's head off with a shotgun.

“Tyreen? I recognize that name!” I said as we started running the opposite direction.

“Shit! It’s Troy and Tyreen. The Children of the Vault!” He yelled, pulling me into an empty conference room and hiding below the window. He put a finger up to his lips. Screams and a stampede of footsteps passed. We waited, and all was eerily silent, save for the alarms still blaring.

“We need to get to my workshop. There are things I need to save and-” I started rumbling, and Jack put his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to face him.

“No, Y/N. We need to get the hell outta here. We need to get some guns, get to an escape pod, and get to Pandora.” He said, his heterochromatic eyes staring into mine.

“Pandora? Why? That’s where the rest of the COV is.” I said, and Jack nodded.

“Yes, but there’s also Sanctuary. We can head there and-” Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. It caught mine too.

A spaceship. And written on the side was the word “Sanctuary”.

“We’re fucked.” I sighed, and Jack looked back at me.

“No, no! This is good! We can have them dock here, and just hop right on!” Jack suggested, and I sighed once more.

“I mean, I suppose that could work. But how would we get their attention?” I asked, and the crackle of the intercom was heard once more.

“Attention Hyperion Employee’s, this is Commander Lilith of the Crimson Raiders. We know you are currently under attack and will be docking to take refugees onto Sanctuary. Please open up the nearest docking bay so we can help.”

“Fuck me man, why’s it gotta be everytime I speak I get proven wrong?” I grumble, and Jack smiles.

“I mean, it’s helping us! Right, so we need weapons.” He said, and I peeked out the window into the hall. Still empty.

“Yeah, um, we should go where the COV was headed. Good chance that some got killed by LOADERs and we can loot the bodies,” I said and he nodded along, “Then you head to the docking bay control room and open it up, I’ll go back to my workshop, grab my ECHO and some stuff and make a mad dash for the bay.” I go to stand up but Jack pulls me back down.

“Y/N, are you crazy? Leave it!” He nearly hissed.

“No. I worked so hard to make all that stuff. I’m not just gonna leave it and let the COV get their cultist hands all over it. Plus, it could help us out with the Raiders, you know? Get us trusted quicker.” I said, and he sighed.

“Fine. Call me as soon as you get your ECHO. I’ll hold off the COV for as long as I can but I am not leaving here without you.” He stated.

“If worst comes to worst, you might need to,” He goes to say something, but I interrupt, “But let’s not think about that alright? Right now, we need guns. Come on.” I stood up, and Jack joined me. We peeked out of the door, I looked right and he looked left.

“Found something.” He said, just loud enough to be heard over the alarms. I followed him to the left where we found some guns. Two pistols, a shotgun, and an assault rifle. We each took a pistol, with Jack grabbing a Maliwan and I got a Jakobs.

“You take the rifle. I’ll have the shotgun.” I reached for the Hyperion shotgun when Jack suddenly snatched it.

“No, you’re the better shot, you take it.” He said, loading the shotgun.

“Jack-” I started, and he stopped me.

“Now’s not the time. Take it and go. Haul ass over there and then get back. I’m not going anywhere without you.” His eyes bored into mine. I had seen him serious before, but that was entirely different. I nodded, grabbing the rifle and loading it, before turning away. I took a few steps down the hall before stopping and turning back to Jack.

“See you in a bit.” I said, and he smiled.

“See you in Sanctuary.” He turned and began jogging down the hall, and I went the opposite way.

It wasn’t too far to my workshop, but I tried my best to dodge any encounters with the COV. There was the occasional shout, what they were saying, I had know clue. Bodies, both COV and Hyperion littered the floors. I turned a corner, the door to my workshop in sight.

But so were a small group of COV. They were in a fight with some Hyperion security, so I tried to sneak behind them, attempting to slip into my workshop unseen, but some crazy asshole in the group saw me.

“You’re gonna be my new meat bicycle!” He shouted at me as I scrambled through the door. I locked it behind me, and it slid in his face. I could hear his fists pound on the metal, but he wasn’t getting anywhere with that.

I fell backwards, staring at the door, panting. I could hear my heartbeat thrumming in my ears, and I forced myself to calm down. Slowly standing up, I looked around.

My ECHO. I need to find it.

I jogged over to my desk and began to sift through the mess. I found the side bag I adore and slung it over my shoulder. Inside was my ECHO, which I clipped to the waist of my pants and called up Jack.

“Y/N! You made it to your workshop.” Jack exclaimed, sounding hopeful.

“Yeah, but not before some COV fuck saw me and said I was gonna be a meat bicycle, whatever the hell that mean…” I muttered to myself, sifting through the contents of my desk, collecting anything that I would miss or needed, “How's the docking bay going?”

“Oh, uh, it’s going,” He said, and there was a gunshot, “I got in contact with that Lilith chick. They can’t bring in the ship until this area is clear, they don’t wanna risk their people.”

“Damn it,” I grabbed a thumbdrive off my desk, which contained my most recent blueprints, and pocketed it, “Listen, I’m almost done here. I think I can slip through the vents into the room next door and get out that way. Then I’ll head over to you and help clean things up.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Another gunshot, then a grunt of effort, “Get here quick.”

“Got it.” I hung up, looking around the room. Anything else I would miss? I mean, yes, but it’s nothing I can carry. Time to move I guess. I passed the door, which that group seemed to still be distracted with, and made my way to the vent. It just went to the next room over, nothing crazy, it was five feet long at most.

I yanked on the grate, which fell off surprisingly easily. I slid my bag through, before crawling in. It was small and dusty but I didn’t care. This was life or death. I’d live with some dust on me.

I pushed on the other grate, which came off with the same ease as the first one, and pulled myself out on the other side. It was a storage room. I picked my way through it and found the door. It silently slid open, and I glanced at where the COV was. They were still focused on the other door.

I didn’t even bother closing the door to the storage room, not wanting to risk them hearing me. I slowly snuck out of that hall, and once I turned the corner, I was sprinting down the halls, jumping over corpses and avoiding puddles of blood. As I ran, the alarm turned off, and I could hear the sounds of fights all around. I kept moving, gunshots fading out as new ones faded in, until I was close enough to the Docking Bay where I could hear Jack’s fight.

“Son of a-” I heard him yell as I got to the doorway. If we weren’t in a life or death situation, the scene in front of me would almost be comical.

Jack stood at the control panel, a cultist jumping towards him, with other cultist bodies littered at his feet and all over the room. He was stepping backwards when he tripped over a corpse, and began to fall. The cultist was screaming as he jumped. I drew my pistol, and fired once.

The bullet struck the cultist in the head, sending him limply across the room with the momentum of the shot. I gave Jack a look as I walked over, as he pushed himself up, sighing and muttering to himself.

“I could’ve handled that.” He grumbled, and I snorted.

“Sure Jackie, sure. Anyways, ready to open the docking bay?” I asked, and he wiped his hands off.

“Yeah yeah, gimme a minute.” He stood at the console and began pressing buttons. There was the whirring of machines as the Docking Bay doors opened, a barrier of energy protecting the inside from the vacuum of space, yet weak enough for people and ships loading bays to pass through. I leaned back on the console looking towards the door.

I heard a near stampede of footsteps grow closer and closer.

“Uh, Jack?” He looked over at me, “I think we need to call Lilith.” I said, pointing to the door, where a new wave of cultists began to pour from.

“Shit!” He shouted, pressing a few more buttons before a crackling came over the small speaker embedded in the console.

“Is the Docking Bay open?” The same female voice from earlier, Lilith asked.

“Yes, but we’re not gonna be able to keep this place clear for too long, they just keep coming.” I said, shooting the first cultist that came my way.

“Who is this?” She asked and I groaned.

“Y/N, a friend of Jack’s.” I groaned, and narrowly dodged a tackle from a cultist.

“He mentioned you, listen, we can’t come in until you’re clear over there, we’re not risking our own-”

“Lilith, it’s not gonna get clear! They’re teleporting onto Helios, you don’t get your ass over here now, and there’s gonna be no one left on this base!” I shouted, shooting another cultist.

“Alright, we’re coming. It’ll take a minute, hold it down there until we dock, then get your ass and the ass of anyone else there in Sanctuary.” She said before going silent.

“Jack, we’re on our own for a bit, but they’re coming!” I shouted to him, and watched as he leapt out of the way causing a cultist to fall out of the Docking Bay and into space.

I slung the rifle off my back and opened fire on the cultists as they ran into the room. Many of them dropped, but a few took the shots and kept on moving. I kept getting pushed back in the room, until both Jack and myself were at the energy barrier.

“Exactly how long did Lilith say?” He shouted, the blast from his shotgun hitting a cultist right in the chest, dropping him there.

“That’s the thing, she didn’t!” I yelled back, and heard him groan. I shot another crazy masked man that was running at me, and he fell. I went to shoot another, and my gun just clicked, “Jack I’m out.” I said, and Jack turned to me.

“Me too.” He turned the shotgun around in his hands, holding it like a club, and I did the same with my rifle.

“Let’s go motherfuckers!” I shouted, hitting the nearest cultist with the stock of my gun, knocking him down. Behind us, there was a strange sound. I half turned, seeing Sanctuary’s loading bay back through the energy field.

“Y/N, Jack, get on!” I heard the familiar voice of Lilith, and saw a red headed woman talking, and connected the dots. She had her own people fire on the cultists, giving us the time needed to get on the ship. The Loading Dock doors closed, and we were safe, we were off of Helios.

I sat down on the floor, trying to get my breathing under control. Jack sat down next to me. He leaned against me as the red headed woman, Lilith, crouched before us.

“Welcome to Sanctuary.”

That was three years ago. Time really flew.

I showed Lilith what I had, the blueprints I made, and that gained us some trust.

We have been fighting the COV off constantly, and both Jack and myself slowly rose up in the ranks of the Crimson Raiders. We met the Vault Hunters Lilith worked with. They were a strange but tight knit group. Multiple Sirens, Amara, Maya, and Tannis, with Lilith’s Siren powers having gotten stolen by Tyreen.

Me and Jack were the only Hyperion employees that made it off Helios, and the Moonbase soon crashed into Pandora after that. Both Jack and I are fairly sure Tassiter died, and you know, good riddance.

“Y/N?” I jumped slightly.

“Uh, yeah?” I looked over, seeing Jack.

“You alright?” He asked. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I gave him a small smile.

“Okay… You were just… Kinda staring out into nothingness.” He sat down next to me.

“Sorry I was just… reminiscing I guess.” I shrugged and he looked at me.

“About what?” He asked, opening a bag of pretzels I didn’t even notice he had.

“Life before we were here. Back on Helios. I was thinking of that day actually.” I laughed a bit.

“Why?” “I… I don’t really know. These past few years… They’ve gone by so quick, I hadn’t even noticed. Three years of my life, just, gone,” I said, leaning back, “Sorry, I’m getting weirdly deep. What’s up?” I turned to him.

“I wanted to give you this. Found it on a scouting mission with Morticai,” He digs around in his pocket, and his eyes light up when he finds what he’s searching for, “Close your eyes and open your hands.” “Jack, seriously?” I sighed, and he nodded.

“Yeah seriously. Trust me, you’re gonna love it.” He says with a sincere smile. I roll my eyes, but close them, holding a hand out.

“I swear to god, if it’s Skag shit again, I’m ejecting you.” I grumbled, and I heard him chuckle as the couch shook slightly.

“That was one time.” He shot back, and I scowled at my approximation of where he was.

“That’s far too many times to be handed Skag shit. Now just gimme what you have or I’m opening my-” I felt a small object drop into my hand.

“Look at it.” I opened my eyes, looked down at what he had put in my hand.

It was an arch on a chain. Looking at it closer, it had a clasp, and the arch was the Vault symbol.

“A necklace?” I asked, looking back at him.

“I bought it for you a few days before everything on Helios went to shit. Lilith sent me and Mordecai to the wreckage of Helios. I found it there, still intact. I never got the chance to give it to you then, so I thought I’d give it to you now, considering we’re sort of Vault Hunters now.” As he spoke, I lifted the necklace up, the charm swinging gently with the slight shake of my hand.

The charm, at first glance, appeared to be black, but as I peered closer at it, I saw something swirling in the darkness. I tapped it with my free hand, and the swirling lit up purple.

“Jack, this is made of eridium.” I said, looking back and forth from the charm to him. He looked down at it, watching the glowing purple fade.

“Huh. I guess it is,” He said, not at all sounding surprised, “Well, do you like it?” He asked, as I opened the clasp and put it around my neck, the Vault charm sitting just below my collar bone. I grinned down at it, then looked back at Jack.

“I love it!” I practically tackled him, enveloping him in a hug as he fell to his back on the couch.

“Jeez you two, just fuck and get it over with.” I heard a familiar Irish accent say. I peeked up to find Zane and Amara walking into the room. Zane sat across from Jack and I, and Amara stood with her arms crossed.

“Seriously, I’ve had to watch you two dance around each other for three years. That might as well be psychological torture,” Amara said, and I felt my face heat up. I glanced down at Jack for a moment, and I saw his cheeks getting red.

Slowly, I got off the couch, standing beside the couch. Jack sat up, giving me a strange look. Quickly, I grabbed his arm, running from the room and dragging him along with me. We ran upstairs, and into my room at the back of the ship.

The door slid shut behind us with a hydraulic hiss, and mischievous giggles filled the room.

#borderlands #handsome jack x reader #AU #borderlands au

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