#athicf

@athicf asked: "Careful—if you keep pinning me like that, I might start to enjoy losing."

Steve   lunged   forward,   his   broad   shoulders   shifting   with   practiced   precision   as   he   aimed   to   disarm   Felicia   .   The   training   room   was   alive   with   the   sound   of   their   movements—the   sharp   clink   of   padded   gloves   meeting,   the   rhythmic   thud   of   their   feet   against   the   mat.   “You’re   quick,”   Steve   acknowledged,   his   voice   steady   despite   the   exertion.   His   blue   eyes   tracked   her   every   move,   calculating   her   next   step.

Steve’s   hands   caught   her   wrists,   pinning   them   to   her   sides.   He   had   her   locked   in   place,   her   back   pressed   against   his   chest.   “Careful,   f   you   keep   pinning   me   like   that,   I   might   start   to   enjoy   losing.”   Steve’s   lips   twitched   into   a   smirk.   “Thought   you   might   enjoy   a   change   of   pace,”   he   replied,   his   voice   a   low   rumble   that   sent   a   shiver   down   her   spine.   Hs   hands   lingered   on   her   hips,   their   faces   inches   apart.   "You   are   enjoying   this   way   too   much."   He   points   out,   shaking   his   head,   panting   breath   as   he   regains   his   breathing   easily   but   keeps   her   pinned   as   she   was   before   turning   her   around   in   a   swift   move   that   makes   then   fall   to   the   ground,   pinning   her   to   the   ground.

IT'S  TIME  TO  LOVE  ON  MARI  YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   I  came  across  Mari's  multimuse  blog  over  on  ASOIAF  side  of  the  tungles  ,  and  when  i  found  their  @athicf  blog  ,  i  was  just  so  excited  from  watching  her  write  with  people  and  just  like  ,  NOTICE  ME  SEMPAI  IT  WOULD  BE  SO  COOL.   Mari  is  so  kind  and  supportive  ,  it's  hard  to  not  feel  like  you  belong.   Then  there's  the  WONDERFUL  MUSE  Felicia.   I  actually  didn't  know  a  whole  lot  about  her  when  I  found  the  blog  ,  but  this  just  goes  to  show  how  taking  a  chance  and  following  a  blog  you  aren't  familiar  with  can  just  be  so  rewarding.   There's  a  real  love  for  every  character  that  she  writes  ,  and  that  shows  across  all  of  her  blogs  and  just  oh  so  much  on  Felicia's  blog.   Not  to  mention  she  makes  such  pretty  stuff  i  love  looking  at  it  all.  A  MUST  FOLLOW  FOR  ALL  OF  HER  BLOGS!  GO  LOVE  MARI!

+ @athicf gets a starter !

@athicf asked: "Can you hear how paranoid you sound?"

Tony   didn’t   look   up   from   the   hologram   flickering   in   the   center   of   the   room,   its   soft   blue   glow   throwing   fractured   light   across   his   face.   He   had   tuned   out   the   rest   of   the   lab,   tuned   out   the   ache   grinding   down   his   shoulder,   the   phantom   itch   in   a   limb   that   wasn’t   there   anymore.   His   jaw   clenched   as   the   projection   glitched,   a   tiny   red   alert   blinking   in   the   corner   like   a   splinter   he   couldn’t   dig   out.   Then   came   her   voice—cool,   velvet-smooth,   and   laced   with   just   enough   amusement   to   dig   under   his   skin.

Tony   blinked.   Once.   Twice.   Then   slowly   lifted   his   eyes   to   hers.   Felicia   stood   with   one   hip   propped   against   the   table,   arms   folded,   dressed   like   she'd   walked   straight   out   of   a   noir   he   was   too   tired   to   enjoy.   She   was   always   like   this—too   calm,   too   observant,   and   too   good   at   spotting   the   cracks   in   him.   He   rubbed   the   scarred   edge   of   his   shoulder   where   skin   met   synthetic   and   shrugged,   though   the   motion   was   stiff,   limited.   "Paranoia   built   this   place.   Paranoia   kept   half   of   Manhattan   from   being   cratered.   So   yeah—maybe   I   sound   like   a   lunatic.   But   at   least   I’m   a   functional   one."

❛ oh please , felicia. you use my WINDOW more than you use my door. i practically leave it unlocked for you at this point. also ? shoes. off. ❜

@athicf asked: ‘ who did this to you? ’

Matt   didn’t   answer   right   away.   Blood   trickled   from   the   corner   of   his   mouth   as   he   sat   on   the   edge   of   the   rooftop,   one   arm   cradling   his   ribs,   the   other   bracing   him   against   the   concrete.   The   city   murmured   around   them,   distant   and   uncaring,   but   Felicia’s   voice   had   cut   through   it—sharp,   worried,   too   close.

He   tilted   his   head   slightly   in   her   direction,   as   though   gauging   the   tone   behind   her   words   rather   than   the   words   themselves.   His   sunglasses   were   gone,   revealing   the   swelling   around   his   left   eye.   "Does   it   matter?"   he   said,   his   voice   hoarse   but   steady.   "You   should   see   the   other   guy."