#WHO SAID YOU CANT SERVE IN THE WINTER!

[pupyuj]

it kinda just dawned on me that yuj is going bangsless for like 90% of this comeback??? GUYS???? WE ARE SO BACK‼️‼️

[theweirdspacejellyfish]

book recs

eighth grade bites: the chronicles of vladimir tod

summary: vlad has to keep his vampire urges under control while dealing with the pressures of middle school. thirteen-year-old vladimir tod really hates junior high. bullies harass him, the principal is dogging him, and the girl he likes prefers his best friend. oh, and vlad has a secret: his mother was human, but his father was a vampire. with no idea of the extent of his powers, vlad struggles daily with his blood cravings and his enlarged fangs. when a substitute teacher begins to question him a little too closely, vlad worries that his cover is about to be blown. but then he faces a much bigger problem: hes being hunted by a vampire killer

pacific rim by alex irvine

summary: it has been ten years since the battle of the breach and the oceans are still, but restless. vindicated by the victory at the breach, the jaeger program has evolved into the most powerful global defense force in human history, the PPDC now calls upon the best and brightest to rise up and become the next generation of heroes when the kaiju threat returns

no longer human by osamu dazai

summary: no longer human narrates a seemingly normal life even while he feels himself incapable of understanding human beings. oba yozo's attempts to reconcile himself to the world around him begin in early childhood, continue through high school, where he becomes a clown to mask his alienation, and eventually lead to a failed suicide attempt as an adult. without sentimentality, he records the casual cruelties of life and its fleeting moments of human connection and tenderness

without reservations: with or without by J.L langley

summary: native american veterinarian - and werewolf - chayton wilson dreams of a fair-haired mate. however, hes shocked to find his mate is a man. hes not quite sure what to do with a male mate, but hes more than willing to find out. keaton reynolds wakes up in wolf form and finds himself with a mate. hes instantly attracted, but not thrilled to find out the man is supposedly straight. a past relationship where his partner denied being gay left a bad taste in his mouth. keaton wants to make a break for it and pretend he never set eyes on chay- but chay is not ready to let him go. together they work to battle prejudice and solidify their shaky relationship. when a power struggle in keaton's pack threatens keaton's life, the two men must quickly learn whether they can depend on each other.

bah, hambug by dianna bell

summary: whoever said that money cant buy you happiness hit the nail smack dab on the head. ellis carmichael had made his millions before the age of twenty. he'd launched his patented internet site, hotexpectations.com, which was the main go to social site for gay men to meet other like minded gay men and mingle. it was a very exclusive, members-only website, used by the gay and bi-curious sugar daddies, to discreetly hook up with the sugar babies of their dreams. the website had exploded, becoming an almost overnight success. now, a little over ten years later and with thousands of matches made, ellis was one of the wealthiest bachelors in the world. at thirty-four years old he was feeling very much alone at the top of his world. ellis' mood took a nosedive with the realization that the winter holidays were fast approaching. with it came all the festivities that seemed to rub salt deeper into the gaping wound of his lonely heart. especially christmas, a day that only served to remind him of just how alone he was in his wealthy kingdom. he vowed to skip the tortuous celebrations this year altogether; all those happy people putting themselves in debt by buying gifts, along with all the music and decorations, and especially all the happy couples and loving families that were around every corner you turned. that was ellis' plan until one frigid evening after leaving his office, his driver and car nearly plowed over a little vagrant, with stunning green eyes, who was trying to cross the busy city street. ellis' heart may be a little jaded, but he was human. he stopped to make sure the boy, who was literally swimming in his much larger, threadbare jacket, was uninjured. the little beauty was protectively clutching a little collection pot for the homeless. something inside ellis demanded that he made the young man was alright. little did ellis realize he had just ran into his christmas miracle. there would be no," bah,humbug," for him or his little green eyed elf this year

[castielsparkle]

SIGHHHHH okay posting. mainly to keep tabs bc my mental pinboard and various notes on it all over are a mess so this will help me finalize my shit.

so on 03/25/2024 (this upcoming monday) there is going to be a penumbral lunar eclipse. moon has played + still plays a big role in our dynamic in a ton of ways. also 3 and 25 are two of his favorite numbers and there are no significant events surrounding this period of time close enough for it to be a squish anniversary deal in the future ykwim, it stands alone sufficiently. we will be going to the cemetery - we have wanted to go for awhile, and i finally found one that works! (this location is also relevant bc we both want to become morticians lol<3) the moon will not only be a penumbral lunar eclipse but also a full moon! as far as he knows all we are doing is making + exchanging blood vials and locks of hair in the cemetery LOL. the max. of the eclipse is going to be at 3:12am - 3 and 11 are his fav numbers (tied) so i will be asking him out at precisely this moment if all goes to plan and then bam eclipse time babyyy. and by this time we will have scouted a place to sit and watch it.

before verbally asking him out - i will be giving him a handwritten letter, sprayed with a cologne hes wanted really really badly that he doesnt know i got him yet loll. when we went to the place its sold at and he checked for it he was like :(( aw man its all gone we cant get it today and i was like oh nooo this is so sad ill just have to get it later lets go smell the candles together babygirl (guy who had acquired the cologne for him the night prior to going w him voice LMAO.) and im also going to be wrapping the letter up w a maroon ribbon tied around it + sealing the ribbon w melted wax from his fav candle of mine (sandalwood & tobacco - he complimented it the night we met :]) and then painting over the melted wax w a deep rich blue pigment (symbolizing deep romance and passion.) and then the red ribbon just cause his fav colors r red and black.

also the moon stuff - this months full moon is usually associated w the moving of winter -> spring and is used to symbolize hope for the coming months, renewal, new beginnings, good luck, and the constellation of the virgo maiden will be visible that night. the virgo maiden constellation is usually associated w similar messages - hope, bountiful harvest, fertility, not all necessarily literal in this case but yk, good things to come from here on. also with its heavy association w wheat, which is associated w the most basic need being satiated, hunger, -> fulfillment, nourishment, growth, transformation, and in this case, i love him, i want to make sure he eats well, yknow. anyways. winters our fav season but in the more symbolic sense. cold and death -> warmth and rebirth transitional period. also the etymology of monday derives from 'the moons day' :] oh and!! the virgo maiden constellation is typically depicted w angel wings - and the night we met he said i looked like an angel, and he has continued saying similar compliments since :"] virgo maiden also is known to symbolize helping and serving, and we both greatly enjoy taking care of one another

additional: giving him a single red rose (light association with vday which was the day of our first date, but heavier association w red rose = deep romance, desire, love, longing, passion + singular rose = love at first sight - which i have had beef with my entire life until i met him and was floored by how immediately i felt the urge to proclaim my love for him.) handwritten letter, scented w incense + that cologne i mentioned (- which i was gonna get him for his bday but second guessed - turns out i was entirely correct and he very very very much wanted it and was so excited when i mentioned it and said that wouldve been perfect loll, anyways) its going to be prose about all of the times i bit my tongue on saying i love you to him, as neither of us have said this yet! which is entirely unknown to me before, as i am always telling everyone i love them, its usually what i say in place of 'goodbye' when i leave my house lol. like. i literally am always saying it. so the fact ive bit my tongue is soo peculiar and new to me. and its eating me alive i need to tell him. so this will be that. making a cd mix with lovesongs/songs tht make me think of him that i know in his fav genres, we have bonded quite a lot over music (on a related note, the last time we went out on a full moon was for my siblings bday - we went to a club that played nothing but the smiths + the cure, and when just like heaven by the cure was playing i remember dancing w him and singing the im in love with you part w him and kissing and. i keep doing this thing where i will say i love you only by singing it to him in songs we listen to so thats fun. like one of the first times he fell asleep in my lap i sang my love mine all mine - mitski to him as he drifted off. continued to do this a few times until i found out apparently he was still awake during this! because he later said he enjoyed hearing it while drifting off 🥲) my outfit is going to consist of all black save for my red tie + light green nail polish. red can symbolize romance ofc but. well i shouldnt have to say bc this is the childrens hospital website BUT also blood. which is a big theme in our relationship also LOL. nails r gonna be the same green as his eyes bc im gay but also green can symbolize hope :]. the cologne i got him is also a dupe of a scent that is known to 'smell like corpses' also so theres that.

in summary. asking him out in a cemetery during full moon+one minute before the max view of the penumbral lunar eclipse for our location. this months full moon usually symbolizes renewal, growth, rebirth, starting anew/new beginnings, shedding the 'winter blues', and hope for the future. same w the virgo maiden constellation which will be visible that night. also we r gonna both be morticians hence the cemetery. handwriting him a letter + spraying it with a scent hes really wanted then i am also giving him the bottle itself ofc lol. as far as he knows all were doing is going to exchange vials of blood and locks of hair<3 theres probably more things im forgetting but im sooo sleepy need to pass out now. if i fumble this idk what im gonna do wish me so much fucking luck please LMAOOO

i think if i trued to explain the plans i have to ask him out itd be like an entire dissertation but itll be so fucking embarrassing if i fuck it up or he doesnt like me like that so maybe ill bite my tongue before i post it and risk showing my ass over this . however i probably wont do that and will just post it anyways in like five minutes

[lonelysouffle]

"Oh? I haven't seen you around here before, you a new blog? Well be at your leisure, you may drop your guard"

Could I get D.E, Pomegranate, Poison Mushroom (platonic) x Abyss Watchers Reader?

Where reader was a knight blessed by all the ancients to protect White Lily, even though she is powerful but physically? Not so much. But reader was only told to listen to her and protect her, so they could only watch while White Lily became D.E and them being corrupted by her to still listen to her.

Have a great day/afternoon/night!

molerat-anon (if possible)

pleasure to serve, molerat anon!

"Waves of Disquiet" Dark Enchantress Cookie + Pomegranate Cookie, with a g/n reader made to serve and protect White Lily Cookie( now Dark Enchantress cookie) its implied that the reader is dark cacao's child. adopted or by birth is totally up to you guys! also couldn't come up with a scenario for Poison Mushroom cookie so I couldn't fill the entire request.

Dark Enchantress Cookie

Your not sure when exactly you got so...corrupted, filled with a certain negativity that you couldn't explain. Your stoic face and sneer of cold command watching the Dark Cookies gather 'round the table to discuss their next moves, your standing at the right hand side of her excellency, Dark Enchantress Cookie.

She was both the hand that mocked and the heart that fed. Fed you a purpose, yet mocked those who desired this war to end.

The war would never end, unless the enemy saw why her excellency does what she must.

But those...enemies....they we're your friends. your family.

Stop thinking like that. Her excellency will show them the truth.

"Please, [name] cookie, enough with the honorifics, they make me feel way old than I actually am!"

A voice of the past.

Yet you cant remember who said it. The memories blur together in your mind.

Who...said that?

Why can't you remember them

A deep voice rumbles. "[name], my darling child. You make this kingdom proud." An image, distorted...a memory? comes in your mind, a man..a king with long dark brown hair and a white line cutting through it, a small smile on his face, tired, yet soft plum eyes looking at you.

Dark Choco cookie? Your younger brother? No. His voice isn't that deep and his eyes are red.

Who was that man, are you his child?

You think of more, the energy flowing through you didn't feel as difficult to maintain when you thought of these people that to swear to the accursed witches you've never seen in your entire life.

Snapping out of your trance, the meeting is over. You guide the enchantress to her chambers. You guard her door, as she does whatever it is she does. You know she doesn't like eyes watching her.

You were born with one purpose. To serve her excellency.

Pomegranate Cookie

As you patrol the area, the familiar scent of Pomegranates fills your nostrils. The woman herself behind you.

"[name] cookie. Patrolling the woodland again. You've been patrolling more frequently as well, looking for something? Perhaps...a way to escape?"

You quickly turn around to face the priestess. "It is an honor to serve Dark Enchantress cookie. Don't even think of testing my loyalty to her."

She looks at you, the sleeve of her dress covering her mouth as she looks away.

"Hm. Very well. But know this [name] cookie, I am watching you and your brother."

You continue to patrol the snowy woodland until you come to a patch of clearing. This is were you trained with your father, Dark Cacao Cookie and your aunt, Hollyberry cookie to help you channel your abilities.

How do your remember that.

Who are Dark Cacao cookie and Hollyberry cookie? Why are they considered family to you?

More images flood your mind, Pure Vanilla cookie healing your wounds while Dark Cacao cookie and Hollyberry cookie wrestle...? each other into the snow (it was was more like Hollyberry had tackled your father into the snow unexpectedly) like children getting into the snow for the first time in the winter season.

Who are these people??? Why do these memories help lift the burden of power off your shoulders?

As you absentmindedly stare at the clearing, you realize the scent of Pomegranates never left your nostrils.

[therenlover]

Therenlover’s Official Fanfic Glossary!

Hey hey hey! This is the place where you can find all my up-to-date fanfics linked nicely, read about what projects I have upcoming, and learn what requests I’m taking at the moment! Cheers!

This post is massive so, for the sake of your dash, everything is under the cut

A NOTE ABOUT REQUESTS!

I will do my best to fulfill any requests I get while my ask box/requests are open! That being said, I cannot promise every request will get done, and that if they do, they’ll be done in a timely manner. I’m currently working on a long-form project that needs a lot of time and energy to come out consistently, so unless I’m doing a writing event most of my writing juice will be focused on that. That being said, if you want something ask! The worst I can possibly do is direct you towards someone else who might be able to write what you want if I cant.

If I choose not to do your request based on personal preference (it makes me uncomfy/I don’t write for the character at that time/I don’t feel I can write what you want/etc.) I will do my best to contact you and let you know! That being said, if you think your ask got buried/forgotten, feel free to message me again and let me know, but please tell me when you message me if I should be looking for a prior request.

Characters/Fandoms I will write for currently

 💙 = I’m Currently Super Inspired To Write For This Character

Marvel/X-Men

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Peter Maximoff 💙

Pietro Maximoff

Helmut Zemo 💙

Hank McCoy

Ralph Bohner 💙

Vision

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker 💙

Kyle Spencer (Pre- and Post- Death)

Jimmy Darling 💙

James Patrick March 💙

Kai Anderson

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Armitage Hux 💙

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Finn

Han Solo

Assorted/Random

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne - FGO

Cu Chulainn/Cu Alter - FGO

Warren Lipka - American Animals 💙

Enjolras - Les Miserables

Grantaire - Les Miserables

Gabriel - Supernatural

Imagines - REQUESTS CLOSED

Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Headcanons - REQUESTS CLOSED

Modern! AU Armitage Hux Boyfriend Headcanons

Zemo With A Well Dress S/O Headcanons

Zemo Getting Jealous Headcanons

Oneshots - REQUESTS CLOSED

Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One   Part Two   Part Three   Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

Currently Empty

Star Wars

Currently Empty

Assorted/Random

Currently Empty

Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

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[markicantwait]

Radom thoughts about what NCT´s role would be in a Mexican Xmas party a.k.a Posadas. (PT1)

I havent write nothing in so loooong, but i was depress and full of school but, now its winter breake, so here we are. Again, sorry for my very bad english i pomise im gonna try harder to impove. Ok, lets start. If you find any mistakes lemme know.

Yooooooo, Dj J has entered the chat, he would bring those big ass speakers, you know, like those your uncle has in his yard for sundays bbq, Johnny would play Doja Cat for accident and Abuelita would have to tell him like "mijo, play Vicente Ferdandez" but johnny doesn't knows how to write it so insted he just look in YT for "Mexican granny party playlist". Hes the very first one in line to recibe those Christmas bonus with tons of fruit but he only eats the candys.

+Johnny:

+Taeyong:

Bubu best boy. He would help with everything, from settlet the tables to carry the childs, make sure everybody has a drink to clean after party. Hes just there to help and he happily does. Everybody loves him so he alwys gets money from the Abuelitas, abuelitos, aunts, uncles, older cousings, hes just so loveled as he should.

+Yuta:

+Kun:

Moodmaker pt1, this guy would be the perfect guest in a posada, he would play with the kids, makes abuelitas and aunts laugh, hit the piñata with zero fear, karaoke boy pt1. I just know he would be the life of the party. He drinks a lot of tequila but dont get drunk for some reason even if he already had a shots competicion with that uncle whos always said he can drink tequila just like water.

(I'm so dumb, for a second I thought that Kun was part of the 99 line and well no, three years here and I'm still confused about his ages, anyway here is his part)

Okay, our perfect man. He is the chef for the night, he spends himself shut up in the kitchen with his aunts and grandmothers before the party, he always sticks his spoon in everyone's stews to check that they taste good. It's like the dad haha, if the campfire doesn't light up they call him, if the speakers fail they call him, if they need the rope for the piñata of course Kun has it ready. He is one of the last to eat because he likes people to give him compliments on how delicious he cooks. Everyone loves him, that's all.

+Doyoung:

i cant help thinkning about how he would be the perfect LIKE PERFECT tamal boy, like the boy whos is not afraid of put his hands in the pot of tamales. OMG hes the best man to serve very good drinks, you know five second of tequila and just the perfect amount of cola, HE EVEN FROSTED THE GLASSES WITH TAJIN, SALT AND LEMON EARLY IN THE MORNING FOR THE GUESTS. I insert photos for those who don't know what I'm talking about. Perfect host even if he is not the original host.

[viktoriakomova]

Wait why do people hate Andrea Joyce?

i cant speak for anybody else but i dont like her because basically her whole job is to do stupid little vignettes of athletes and interview them on the floor immediately after they compete. theres no journalistic value to anything she's doing, its just to ~flesh out~ the ~characters~ for the viewers, ostensibly the viewers who otherwise aren't very invested in the competition and/or don't know much about the sport itself (the locals or the normies, as we i would say).

its not just gymnastics either, she works for nbc so she does a bunch of other sports. similar to how al trautwig would commentate other sports besides gymnastics for nbc broadcasts except for the other sports he actually bothered to be knowledgeable and have something valuable to say other than what he did for gymnastics which was being intentionally obtuse so that tim and elfi/nastia could correct him in an attempt to teach the audience something about the sport they're watching

and in some ways i feel bad for her bc thats like her "role" on the broadcasts and idk if she's purposefully being annoying or if that's nbc sports producers pushing her to do those featurettes and ask those questions. but yeah they trot her out to do asinine little micro-reports on every major mainstream broadcast (nationals in the olympic year or the year before the olympics, olympic trials, and of course the actual olympic games) or tell an anecdotal story about a gymnast while they're warming up between rotations to fill the time. a great example of this is the ragan smith bead story in 2016 lmaoooo. she did somehting else with bailie key's stickers in 2015 (but i put a lot of the blame for that on kim zmeskal (the coach of both girls) bc shes the one who 1) did something that childish with her teenage gymnasts in the first place and 2) told the press about it) i posted something about that i'll find it and reblog it if i can lol

where i have a major problem with her, objectively, is when she doesnt give the athletes space to decompress after they compete (again this could very well be the fault of the producers but i think at this point shes been doing it for over a decade now and she probably has the social capital with nbc to tell them no and/or refuse to do it...). for example she (they) MADE jordyn wieber talk to her for a minute or two ON CAMERA after QF in london when she was still ACTIVELY SOBBING because she got bumped from the AA final. she was the reigning world AA champion from 2011 and was being hyped by nbc throughout the pre-olympic season as THE usa gymnastics it-girl, all for her lifelong dream to come crashing down on the first day she competed :/ its obviously cruel to do that to a 17 year old girl whose dreams unceremoniously ended just minutes prior BUT ITS JUICY TELEVISION AND A GREAT STORY LINE SO LEMME SHOVE A MICROPHONE RIGHT IN YOUR FACE :) BECAUSE RATINGS :)

and like i said, she doesnt just do gymnastics (which imho makes it worse because when you know that, its obvious that she isn't hired to do this job because she knows the sport. although lowkey that's obvious based on the fluff questions she asks the athletes, it's got nothing to do with the sport it's just to build a kind of familiarity or affection with the athletes than nbc is pushing as the headlining stars of the olympics). she does figure skating too and the interviews/reporting she does there are just as empty and trivial as what she does for gymnastics. although the interviews she did with adam rippon are fucking hilarious (mostly because she has no idea how to react) and i highly recommend

she also did swimming stuff in 2012 iirc (she probably does several sports but i only really watch gymnastics and figure skating) and she would be asking swimmers questions WHILE THEY WERE STILL SOAKING WET AND OUT OF BREATH. LITERALLY RIGHT AFTER THEY FINISHED THE RACE. LIKE 30 SECONDS AFTER THEY CLIMBED OUT OF THE POOL.

tl;dr :

she just kind of embodies everything wrong with nbc's coverage of the olympics and treatment of the athletes whose combined decades of hard labor make the media feeding frenzy every 4 years (every 2 years if we're counting the winter games too) possible. its dehumanizing and reductive and serves no meaningful purpose to anybody's appreciation or enjoyment of the sports they're watching. its a totally superfluous job and nobody would miss it or even notice it was gone if it were eliminated overnight

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Frostbitten

Part Three

Kirishima brings home a rare Ice Element egg to his King Bakugo. The King is expecting another dragon to serve him but his plans for domination are halted when you hatch. A half dragon half female who can breath ice but cant turn into a dragon.

The bird twitched a few times under the hard ice, squawking till everything was quiet. You were sitting there looking at your hands through your bangs inspecting the ice coming off them and flailing into your knees making you flinch and shiver. The wind was kicking up and it just made your body temperature drop more than you wanted it too. You pulled your wings around yourself focusing on them to raise your body temperature.

Meanwhile, Katsuki had a wicked grin up his face. Perfect perfect perfect. He stepped by your picking up the frozen bird and tossing his cape on you. “Look at me” he said to you.

You hugged the cape around you enjoying its warmth and lifted your bangs up so you could see. “Pa..pa?”

“The more you do things like this.” he waved the bird around. “ the more you get from me.”

You rushed over still holding the cape in your little hand. “Up… want up ..!” you told him, hope in your voice. He rolled his eyes crouching down with his free arm out to you. You gasped climbing into his grip and holding his neck tight. The cape was a little awkward because of the wings but you did not care. You were in Papas grip. Finally. Katsuki walked back into his castle not paying much attention to you , he had dropped off the bird at the entrance so Kiri could see it when he returned too.

“Papa..”

“What now?” he stopped in the main room to look at you, the scales on your face were shining in the candle light. Your hair was so damn long, its always going to be in your eyes, Kirishima needs to cut it…

“How get.. More of papas time?” you asked him, lifting your bangs up to see his angry face. “Big brother Kiri said Papa is busy a lot… but.. Maybe if Chilla help Papa, he wont be busy..”

Chilla? Did Kiri name you that? Christ.

“Tell Kirishima to teach you how to fly so you can bring me things, freeze people, villages, figure out how to use those horns. You are going to grow up into a killer, my second weapon. Got it?” he asked, walking again.

“Yes papa.” you nuzzled into his neck closing your eyes sighing lightly. Katsuki brought you to your room and put you on the little bed Kirishima had made for you. He turned to leave and looked back once. You were all snuggled up in his cape, wings fluttering lightly with each breath, the white frill of the cape was bunched up in your little hand close to your cheek while you slept. He shook his head put picked up a stray feather and twirled it around in his fingers as he made his way to the main room again to sit and wait for Kirishima.

The doors weeped open and in came a tired, exhausted Kirishima in human form with a heavy sack over his shoulder. The door swung shut behind him and he dragged the sack to the chair where his king was and fell to his knees panting and leaning on the sack.

“Enough.. For the winter.. My King” he wiped his brows and breathed on his hands to warm up. “Is Chilla still asleep?”

“I think shes by the table she hatched from” the King said, admiring the feather.

“She got up ? is she okay?” Kirishima got up going to the table , hsi eyes got very wide. “I… My .. King…”

“All i had to do was tell her if she wanted my love all she had to do was freeze something. “ he straightened out the quills. “Now she knows what she has to do if she wants my time and love. And cut her hair tomorrow, oh and teach her how to fly too “

It was the bird, it was dead and frozen solid. Kirishima reached out to touch it and the tips of his fingers turned purple. He retracted his arm to hold his frozen fingertips. “ my King.. “ he was devastated right now. He just wanted you to have a good life. .. but.. If this is what made you happy.. He would do his best . “Yes, My King.” Kirishima said, obeying his masters word..

“Good.. “ Katsuki got up walking away, still twirling the feather in his fingers and Kirishima went to your room to sit in the doorway and watch you sleep, all curled up under your papas cape…...

[backonefish]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

im just thinking about the sex scenes in Monday and i feel the conversation around them took away from their meaning? (as sebastian said would happen)

when chloe and mickey connect its at a purely physical level. we see that through the sex. theres a vulnerability and a high that comes from being physically intimate with someone, especially someone youre physically compatible with. 

when they talk to each other, cracks appear and its like, mhm... maybe we aren’t the best for each other, but they never go down that road, because they use sex to cover those cracks and remind each other why they first connected. we see it at the van, after the party, etc. 

and the climax (pun not intended), where theyre high and trying so hard to use sex to reconnect, they *finally* “talk”, and we see that sex cant really repair that rift. they still try, getting naked on the bike, in all that vulnerability, and its *still* not enough. 

76 notes • Posted 2021-04-22 15:01:45 GMT

#4

Insta knows whats up

84 notes • Posted 2021-03-03 19:44:24 GMT

#3

not sure why the mcu is still so intent on painting bucky as someone who needs to “amend” and “serve” to right his wrongs. or that he should move on from the image that steve had of him - aka a victim and not a villian. theyve decided that the only way forward for bucky is to be forgiven by people who have suffered because of the winter soldier - as opposed to bucky forgiving himself.

first zemo acts like he forgives bucky, when... what did bucky even do to hurt zemo?? wasnt it the other way around???

even sam, who is a va therapist, is pushing the dialogue that the only way forward for bucky is to amend. the entire conversation felt so uncomfortable bc it very much felt like victim blaming and that bucky wasnt doing enough work, or the ‘right’ work to move past his trauma. 

not once do they label bucky as a trauma victim who wasnt in control of his actions but a casualty of a system that used and abused him. 

103 notes • Posted 2021-04-18 04:33:54 GMT

#2

do you ever feel sad because your love story will never compare to steve and bucky’s? 

176 notes • Posted 2021-01-14 17:49:04 GMT

#1

I could write an essay on that birthday post, and you know what. I’m going to. 

First of all, just the Stucky. All the stucky. He is literally referencing the gayest pub scene ever - I’m not following captain america, im following the kid from brooklyn.

Till the end of the line. 

Whatever it takes. 

His mission!!

Sebastian literally went to his stucky archive, picked the most meaningful scenes that spoke of their love and trust and devotion to each other and threw them into this post to draw parallels of how much he adores Chris, how much he loves him, how he will do anything for him. 

AND he used a picture that talks about Chris’ political activism. We know Chris’ propensity to draw attention away from personal to politics (*cough cough*) and Sebastian pretty much created the perfect birthday post FOR Chris by ensuring his political work was front and center. 

This man has spent days sitting on this image, coming up with the perfect birthday message to not only remind us all that he knows and loves Stucky, but he also knows and loves Chris. 

Excuse me while i scrape myself off the floor. 

187 notes • Posted 2021-06-13 19:16:24 GMT

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[theyanderespecialist]

The New Mission 1 (One Shot) Bucky X Male OC Mark

[Hello My Sexy Readers here is a chapter that took forever to write enjoy!!!]

(marks pov)

"Man this turned out great!" I said smiling at my desert. I mean nothing can ruin this day. I smiled and turn around as I then hear a crash as I stop and immediately I search for a pan only to be hot on the head as I groan as my world went black.

When I came to.. normalcy, I immediately realised this wasn't my house! It was some sort of...of like room. Obviously. Bit I was terrified. I looked down to see my anke had been actually chained to the ground. I tried to pull it out, even hoping my heel would break it, even though I know that's impossible. That's when the door opens

A delicious looking male came in and he was shirtless. If I was not kidnapped I would be staring... More than I am. But, I was terrified as I scoot back, shaking slightly as I let my back hit the wall behind me.

"W-Who are you? W-Where am I?" I asked scared, looking at his face. God...he looked souless

"You are going to have my children." He says and start unbuckling his belt

(Sir we have one problem with that XD She is a HE XD Cant have babies XD At least not yet XD JK Or Am I XD)

My eyes go wide. "Oh no oh no no no no no, there's- there's a lot of fucking issues with that sentence. One, I don't know you! At all--"

"hydra has selected you--"

"two, I don't want to, And three, I physically can't! I'm a dude!" I yell

He stops at that and looks like his brain is processing what he said.

"ye-yeah! So, so this while thing is pointless, you can let me go." I said nervously

"I still want you." He says. "I wanted you since the moment I saw you and you will be mine."

I looked at him as he walked over to me as I see his arm...oh my god...it was the winter soldier.. I... I'm dead.. He walked over and lean down kissing me

My eyes widen as I immediately push him back out of reflex. He growled and grabbed my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head.

(You know what they say about big hands ;3)

I let out a small whimper as I looked into his eyes....he...he looked almost familiar..like that guy I served once bit never saw again..

"Don't." He said kissing me once more as his free hand touched my knee but in contrast to his hand that held my wrists, his hand that was caressing me was so gentle..but it was moving up, pushing my dress up as he let out a shakey breath.

(Dude..dude okay look calm down you are giving massive virgin vibes and we know you ain't a virgin, but you giving massive virgin vibes then again..crossdressing was illegal when he was alive so probably his first real encounter)

(XD yup)

He smiled at me and kissed down my neck I could not help but mewl in pleasure. I've never felt like this before ..it, it was such a new feeling I haven't felt before. And I loved it and I moaned arching into him to give him more room.

"mmm...N-No...stop it..~" I moaned out.

"I don't think you want me to stop it~" he says. "Let daddy take care of you~"

(I regret nothing!)

(XD)

(XD)

I let out a small moan as he got down and wrapped my legs around him so I was straddling him, his erection pressed against my own pelvis as it was an odd feeling as I shudder, trying to deny it...trying to be the key word as he moved his hips, rubbing against me as I let out a small moan as I could feel myself starting to slowly have blood rush down there. I groaned in need and want but try to keep my head on I do not need to be touched by this attractive man no matter how good it felt

However I feel his free hand finally pull up my skirt completely as he seemed to have a genuine smile.

"Your so beautiful~" he says with a smile "you wouldn't believe how excited I was when I was told you, the...well at the time I thought you were a woman, I met while trying to blend in, was going to be the one they picked.." he said as he slid the panties off as I shudder trying to shift away from his hands as he smirked. "And now...we get to carry out the mission~" he said

(dude mark can't xD he can't get pregnant..but that won't stop him xD)

(XD He is a sick minded man fuck the ass until babies XD)

He slams his lips into mine and kisses me deeply pulling me close to him. I moaned as he pushed himself against me, finally letting go of my wrists as he pulled down his pants. I blushed darkly at the sight of his cock it was huge

"T-That's.. it's so big, i-it won't fit"

"I will make it fit." He says and spreads my legs

I shudder as I didn't even fight, in fact I actively spread my legs wide for him. He smirks and spits on his hand lubing up his fingers

I let a moan as he smirked. "You sound excited~"

I blush darkly and look at him as he pushed a finger in God It felt so good on my sensitive walls.

"g-Good.. i-it feels good~" I moan

"All for you darling~" he says adding another and scissoring inside me

I let out a loud moan as I lift my legs up as he smirked grabbing them with one hand and holding them up as I moan. "O-Oh god..I-I can't take it!" I moaned

I came hard spilling on my chest and I panted shaking in the aftermath.

However I feel something poking me as I looked to see him smirking at me. "Get ready~ I'm going to make it so you can't sit~"

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS finally done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy my friends!]

[keoghans]

Hey Chuck

Hello and welcome to this Chuck Grant fanfic. I always loved this dude, and I see little to no work about him, so, I took it upon myself to do fic about him. I invented a character, his love interest, because I cant write reader insert, I just, it bothers the fuck out of me to write like that lmao. 

Special mentions for @notmykirk @liebthots @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @alphapockets for proofreading, giving ideas and helping a distressed, nervous writer lol, you lot were brilliant!

This is super angsty, but also filled with fluff and stupid cliches. 

Pairing: Chuck Grant x OC

Warnings: angst, shitloads of angst. Mention of rape. Slight, non-explicit smut. Cursing.  

Word Count: 12k (I know, IM SORRY)

Epilogue 

Three knocks and an anxious wait.

The door was opened by the tall ginger that didn’t seem to ever age. 

“Hannah Davis! What brings you here?” he exclaimed with a broad smile as he hugged her smaller frame. 

“How are you, sir? You look great!” she replied and he furrowed his eyebrows at her answer.

“Hannah, the war is over, it has been for a while, I go by Richard, Rich, or Dick, please,” he said, as he let her in his house. He sounded the same, warm, emphatic, funny. 

“Old habits die hard, I guess,” she replied, checking out his living room. He lived in a beautiful, tall house, very homey. It had a fireplace on and a half finished drink on the nearby table. 

“My wife went to visit her brother, a man that’s never approved of me, so I stayed back,” he explained, serving another drink for her. 

“I remember when you first told me that he wasn’t fond of you and I wondered, how the hell does someone not like Dick Winters?” she replied and they both chuckled. 

“Her parents like me, and so does she, so… it doesn’t really matter”. 

Hannah didn’t marry post war, and it had been only a year, but most of Easy Company was already having children, marrying or at least dating. 

She had her heart set on someone but she had lost all contact with him and the Army didn’t help her trying to get what she needed.

So, after an hour and a half of reminiscing about the war, about Austria and the Eagle’s Nest, Winters caught up to her.

“Hannah, with all due respect… I know this isn’t just a casual visit, or you would’ve brought Luz or someone else with you,” he started, trailing off for her to speak. 

Hannah chuckled cynically, the man had always been prone to read people like a piece of paper. She struggled for a few seconds, her nerves coming back to her, scratching the back of her head absentmindedly.

“I’ve been trying to find someone… Someone from the Company, and I don’t want to ask the rest of the men because… Well, if this fails, I don’t want it to be gossip between them; and the Army couldn’t help me, they cannot give out information about former paratroopers,” she explained. 

“I have all of the men’s information with me, so, who are you looking for? Though—some information can be outdated, I haven’t updated it in a couple of years,” Dick said, looking for an old black book that had ‘Easy’ embroidered in the front.

“Say the name.”

“Uh… Charles Grant—NCO Chuck Grant.” 

Rick smiled softly, looking down as he looked for his name in his book. 

“What?” she asked, slightly embarrassed. He knew.

“Nothing. Sergeant Grant is an exceptional man, I felt deeply for him when he got shot,” he explained and placed a ruler under his name, handing the notebook to Hannah.

“I know he is, that’s why I’m looking for him,” she said, looking down at his name, copying the information of his address and phone number. 

Richard looked at her with his usual witty, warm smile. 

“Thank you, Dick” she said, closing the notebook and giving it back.

“Like my wife would say, ‘go get him’.”

///

Hannah had Chuck’s address and phone for a month and a half. 

Every time she thought about calling him, or showing up at his place, fear shook her body and threw her back to square one. She had taken a cab to her former Major in the Paratroopers for forty five minutes to find a man’s address and she couldn’t actually talk to him. 

Hannah laid in her bed, after a long day at the hospital. She was eating leftover carrot cake she had made a week ago, feeling dreadful, looking at the little paper with Chuck’s name sitting on her bedside table, and remembered the many times they shared. 

Bastogne was the coldest hell Hannah had ever experienced, and she knew it was never leaving her head after everything that transpired.

The trees exploded every now and again. As desperation settled inside each mind, everyone started wondering which was getting killed next. 

Then the casualties came: Joe Toye and Guarnere lost each other one leg to mortars, Don Hoobler accidentally shot himself in the leg and the blood loss took his life. Muck and Penkala got blown to pieces by another mortar. 

She had tried to save as many lives as possible as she had to shoot Germans from afar, fearing death every single second she moved around the snow covered forest.

She had short moments of peace, and most were laying in a foxhole, trying to gather some warmth, next to Chuck. 

Her body shook as she blew into her hands, trying to gain back feeling on her fingertips when Charles looked at her and grabbed her hands without a word, covering them with his calloused fingers, scooting closer to her. 

She was slightly taken aback. 

Chuck wasn’t a man of many words, he communicated more with his eyes and small expressions. He politely smiled at her as he rubbed his hands against her. 

“Thanks,” she muttered, nuzzling her chin deeper into her scarf that was tucked into her jumpsuit. 

Chuck just looked at her and kept rubbing their hands together. She noticed her blue eyes looking bright from the full moon shining down the forest. 

“I always hated the winter time, back in the states… and now more,” Chuck said, breaking the silence between them. 

“I know, I prefer to be burning under the sun rather than freezing my butt off.” 

“Cold beers,” he added.

“The beach.”

“Dipping into a river or the sea.”

Both exchanged small smiles. 

Chuck had always noticed Hannah, and stared silently at her many times, but barely exchanged a few words in the second year of their training, when she arrived in Toccoa. He knew she was Shifty’s friend, and someone who Winters relied on and trusted from what Powers had said to help her get into the Paratroopers. 

And she had proved herself useful, not only as a doctor, but as a sharpshooter, taking down snipers that others didn’t notice at first. She used to compete with Shifty on how many Krauts took down each.

Hannah always knew who he was, she remembered every and each name of the company, by nicknames mostly. He definitely called for her attention; he was polite, shy, only mustered a few jokes here and there, not like Luz, who couldn’t speak without joking. 

But she was never as interested in him until he helped her find warmth in a shattering cold in Belgium. 

Hannah remembered that with a smile—their first and probably closest interaction. It only took snow, people dying around them and a whole war for it to happen.

Friday, she thought, Friday would be a good thing for me to approach his house if, luckily, he didn’t move out before. 

///

Anxiety. Lots of. 

Hannah wasn’t on call at the hospital on Friday. She and her best friend, scheduled everything.

Angelina made sure she couldn’t back out of looking for the former paratrooper. She had helped her pick an outfit, helped with her hair, the whole ordeal. 

“Okay, go, go! It’s barely past noon, it’s a beautiful day, maybe y’all can go for a walk,” angelina said, taking a sip from her lemonade. 

Hannah was barely talking, her hands shook, she felt her pits damp with sweat, with a tight knot in her stomach. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, okay… I’m going, whatever, what could go wrong, what the fuck, he could only think I’m a fucking stalker, whatever right? Fuck—.”

“Oh my god, get out, I’ll take care of Trigger, let him have a stroll, and if by any chance you spend the night there—” she said, with a wink— “call me so I’ll stay and give Trigger his morning walkies,” Angelina commanded as she pushed Hannah through the door. 

“Good luck, honey!” She yelled as Hannah dragged her feet through the hot cement under the July sun. 

Every little thing that could go wrong played in her mind as she walked. Grant lived roughly twenty blocks away from her but she still wanted to walk there, to make it as slow as possible. 

Hannah checked the address in the small, torn piece of paper she had it written on and looked for 1612 for a bit, until she finally saw it.

It was a beautiful, tall white house, with a dark grey roof, a small porch with a couple of rocking chairs. A lot of small pots with flowers and different plants covered most of the front of the porch, which made Hannah think that there was clearly a woman living there. 

That made fear struck her again.

He’s probably married, there are rocking chairs and plants… none of the men of the paratroopers cared about fucking plants, why would Charles be any different? 

Fuck it.

Hannah shook her head, her curls moving along, stomped the ground after pondering for a couple of minutes, away from the house and took a few deep breaths before she walked up the three steps before the door and, with a shaky breath, knocked three times and took a step back, giving the door her back. 

She could sense her muscles completely tense, everywhere, arms, legs, stomach, and wondered why the hell she never got her anxiety completely treated like her PTSD from the war. 

What if a woman opened the door? I’d pretend I got the wrong house and run for the fucking hills. 

“Yes?” a deep voice said from behind her. 

Hannah could’ve swore her heart stopped for a split second.

She turned in her heel with the riddled feeling in her stomach when she met those bright blue eyes and the permanently tanned skin of Sergeant of Second Platoon, Charles Grant. 

His usual disheveled look was intact, she noticed, the droopy eyes and the resting annoyed face that was his trademark was still there, but it did change in a moment when he realized quickly who she was. His eyes widened as his jaw dropped slightly. 

“Hannah? Hannah Davis?!” he exclaimed, opening the door wider, taking a step forward shyly. 

Hannah swore her heart was thumping against her chest like a hammer, and was actually afraid Chuck would notice it. But all he did was try to find the words, stuttering slightly as he took a look at her.

“Hey, Chuck,” she said, trying to find her voice back from somewhere in her throat. 

Charles let a single chuckle out of his mouth before, sort of awkwardly, pulled her for a hug, crossing his left arm around her torso and the other one, around the shoulders.

Hannah was a hundred percent sure her heart could arrest at any moment and die right there. The man was hugging her. And she was hugging him back, the same way, when his perfume surrounded her and she closed her eyes for a moment, lingering her head above his shoulder, every single feeling she had ever felt for him rushing back into her stomach, untying the knot slightly, filling it with butterflies. 

“What a surprise! Come on in,” he said, as they parted, moving aside so she could walk inside first. 

Clean, super clean. The fact that the house was so clean yelled wife! in Hannah’s face. But she shook the thoughts aside, trying to focus on walking and trying not to bump into anything and make a mess of herself in front of Chuck. 

“You like it? I’ve been trying to decorate myself but… I don’t know, looks shitty to me still,” he added, standing next to her as she looked at old signs of tobacco brands, and a couple of paintings up white walls, complemented with an olive couch with three seats, a coffee table and a TV in front. 

And books, everywhere. Different sized, colored, some put in a small library in the corner, near the couch. Some were sprawled over on the coffee table and one on the couch, open and faced down. 

She took the books as the cue to find out and get it over with. 

“You and—and your wife must read a lot,” she said, sniggering internally as she awaited for an answer. 

Chuck let out a hearty chuckle, looking suddenly a bit embarrassed at her. 

“Uh, I’m not married,” he said, forming a thin-lipped, awkward smile on his lips. Hannah felt how her shoulders relaxed at the information.

“Oh—sorry, it’s just… It looks very homey, and you know, women do that work mostly,” she said, trying to sound innocent. 

“I learned a bit from my mom, and I found out that I really enjoy gardening and plants in general, that’s why there’s that many on the outside porch. Luz told me I was becoming a woman, I said, ‘what’s wrong with being a woman’?” Chuck said, scratching the back of his neck. 

“He fought side by side with one, and he still says that crap?” Hannah asked, remembering George Luz, the clown of the company. “Fuck him, I like how it looks, it’s homey and… looks warm, you know?”

Chuck nodded his head proudly, trying to shoot down a smile that tried to creep up, slightly blushing. 

“Listen, I was roasting some chicken, are you hungry? I have beers, too,” he said, pulling her by her wrist softly. This touch sent electricity up Hannah’s arm as she nodded silently, following him. 

She was sort of surprised by his cheerfulness. He was a very lowkey man, never spoke too loud, unless he wanted to mock one of his peers with Luz or Guarnere. He fumbled around the kitchen for a bit, before going through the back door to the backyard, where he had a barbecue against the wall.

And she could see him work, cutting up the chicken while it was still roasting, and noticed how he hadn’t put up any weight since coming back from the war, or losing any from the anxiety and PTSD. He had kept in form, his arms still big, as his shoulders, the black sleeves of the shirt sticking tight against them. 

Jesus, stop that! 

Lost in her thoughts, looking around the kitchen, she didn’t notice Chuck was back with two small sandwiches in hand, leaving them on a couple of plates as he quickly moved to grab two Crystals. 

“My brother taught me this amazing sauce, and it’s like pulled pork, but pulled chicken,” he explained, almost proudly of his handiwork. Hannah smiled and took a bite on it. 

Instantly, she had to suppress a moan that was about to fall out of her full mouth, as she widened her eyes at him. He smiled as he chewed and nodded his head like saying I know, right? 

After downing her bite with a bit of beer, Hannah finally breathed out to compliment his food, making Chuck blush again. 

“So, uh… what brings you here? Did you need anything?” Chuck asked, taking a sip of his beer again. 

I wanted to confess that I had feelings for you since you helped me warm up in a foxhole in Bagstone and you saved my ass when I got shot and you dragged me into a jeep to be taken away for a bit to heal, and I always wanted to kiss you for that but I’m such a fucking wuss, I never even dared to flirt. 

“Oh, no, no, I didn’t come to ask any favors, no,” she replied, chuckling nervously, “I—I’m gonna be honest with you; when we came back from Europe, I knew you had to do some recovery from the shot you took, that would need rehabilitation and… I was dealing with so much I couldn’t stay and I felt like shit for a long while for that—Shit, this sounds like I’m doing this to sleep better at night but no, I just want to say: I’m sorry, I should’ve been there like you were when I lost my ear to a kraut bullet, Chuck, I’m really sorry, and I wanted to check on you, see how you were doing…” 

It wasn’t a complete lie, Hannah knew that, but she still felt like what she needed to actually say was heavy in her chest. 

Chuck smiled, and turned his head slightly, pulling his hair up a bit. 

“The scar goes all the way to the back of my head, I—I should’ve died by the extent of my wound, but, it was mostly sup—superficial. My left arm is partially paralyzed,” he explained, lifting both arms at the same time but the left one was left behind as the right kept going up. “And sometimes it’s hard to s—” he closed his eyes as he struggled to say the word, his tongue frozen in the roof of his mouth for a couple of seconds— “speak, like, right now.” 

Hannah looked sorry, like a dog with a tail between its hind legs, feeling ashamed. 

“Don’t feel bad, I had my family and some of the men to help me, and very good doctors too, really, it’s not like you had to take care of me, you know,” Chuck added, grinning warmly at her. “George, Doc Roe and Speirs came almost daily to help, I was set; speaking of wounds, how’s the ear?”

Hannah moved her hair away to show him the scarred and dusty pink skin that reattached to her head after it got blown off in the Battle of the Bulge. 

Bullets and mortars were falling down the territory Easy Company covered. As much as anyone avoids talking about fear, they were all terrorized; the lack of winter gear, clothes, ammo, and food kept them all weak.

Hannah and Chuck were shooting non-stop, both with shaky breaths as they were still covered under a wool blanket, where only the gun and their eyes could be seen. 

“Hannah! Hannah, go help Shifty!” she heard Lip call her as he ran past. She sighed, not wanting to be any closer to the flying gunshots that were showering horizontally on them. 

“Go, it’s okay, go!” Chuck exclaimed, looking at her swiftly as he kept shooting. 

Hannah groaned in annoyance but still climbed up the hole. 

Chuck watched at her go, though her walk got cut short. She froze in her place and he knew something was wrong, and in a split second, she was on the cold ground, yelling her lungs out.

“Shit, shit, shit, hold on, Hannah! Medic!! Medic!!” he yelled as he let his rifle in the hole, crawling to check on the brunette. 

As soon as he turned her body around, his face grimaced in shock. She had blood flowing from her side into her cheek, eyes and mouth, as she gasped for a breath, steam coming from her mouth from the sheering cold. 

He moved her hair slowly, uncovering what was left of her ear, hanging from skin threads, almost completely shredded from her skull. It was an awful view, and the crimson liquid kept flowing and flowing. 

“What is it? Let me see, Grant, move!” Eugene Roe exclaimed, pushing the other soldier aside, checking the wound thoroughly. Hannah had stopped yelling, shock had settled in her body, covering her from the pain. 

“It’s superficial, but you will need someone to cut off the rest. Help me get her to the jeep, Grant,” he said after covering the hole with sulfate and a white bandage that went across her face. 

“Hannah, you’re going to be just fine, stay with us, come on!” Eugene yelled as Chuck lifted her from her back and legs, her face falling into his shoulder, bleeding on his jacket. 

Chuck glanced at her every few moments as he ran to where her ride was stationed, she looked paler by the second that passed, her eyes were closing and he had to keep calling at her to stay awake.

“Hannah, come on, come on, stay with me, stay with me!”

When she was finally strapped down the bed on the front of the sheet, he held her hand for a second before she was pulled away, disappearing into the woods as he had to ran back to his foxhole and keep defending their territory. 

But he kept wondering and wondering about her, until she came back two days after. 

“You came back almost good as new, ear-less, stitched up,” Chuck said, reminiscing.

“And I had to tolerate thousands of ear related jokes for weeks, and got called ‘Earnnah’ too” Hannah said, making them both laugh.

“Fucking Luz and his nicknames,” Charles said, shrugging.

“Anyways, I still don’t have an ear, but the flu I was going through had clogged my eardrum and saved me from being deaf on one side, right?” Hannah added, lifting her beer bottle to cheer for that.

“To the flu, baby!” he said and both drank.

A couple of hours went by and both Chuck and Hannah were already feeling more comfortable in each other’s presence. They laughed about some anecdotes, and updated on their current lifestyles.

“So, a tobacco store?” Hannah said, standing under the sun in the backyard, enjoying the warmth of a summer afternoon, much more relaxed. 

“Yeah, it was my post war dream, and I finally gathered what I needed to open it, it’s in downtown, 5th ave and Charleston. It’s cosy, small, but good enough to sell small things,” Chuck explained, clearly proud of his achievement. “You should come by sometime”. 

“I would, but I quit smoking a few weeks ago,” Hannah replied and Chuck looked surprised. 

“Really?” he asked, propping himself against a column he had set to sustain a small roof he had put up in his yard. 

“Yeah, but I’ll probably hit withdrawal soon and I’ll go back to square one quickly,” she replied, mocking herself and her power of will, making Chuck laugh.

“You still sing?” Chuck asked, and she knew exactly why he asked. “I still remember when we found that piano in the Eagle’s Nest, and you sang a few songs to us,” he said and a very small grin creeped up his lips, looking down at his hands. 

That was one of Hannah’s proudest moments. 

“I do remember that, and I still sing, yeah.”

The war had lightened up, somehow. 

Easy Company was on the works to clear the way into the old Nazi Town of Kehlsteinhaus, where they knew, at the top of the mountain, resides the crown jewel of the Nazi Party. A very glamorous house made only for Hitler and his closests friends. 

Winters dictated for the Easy Company to head straight to the Eagle’s Nest, after raiding the town and finding a place to settle for a bit. 

Hannah heard Speirs yelling the orders and they didn’t even think for a second before they started running up the mountain road towards the House. She ran next to Chuck, Popeye and Malarkey. 

They entered the premises slowly, looking around for Krauts, their guns up in arms. And all of them were surprised by the size of the place from the inside. 

It had grey walls, with bay windows every few meters, the sun shining through, illuminating the whole place. There were a few tables with a few chairs each, some silver plates and vases scattered around the living room, a fireplace, and on the far end, a grand, black and shiny piano. 

Hannah was immediately drawn to it, forgetting about the men popping bottles of champagne they found lying around, remembering instantly the songs her grandfather had once taught her when she was younger. 

The boys weren’t paying attention until they heard the first few notes Hannah pressed on. 

“Davis, you can play?” Spiers asked her as they got closer. 

I waited till I saw the sun, don’t know why I didn’t come

Hannah started singing, as a way to reply Speirs. 

Chuck was certainly taken aback by her singing voice, she had never mentioned before she could do that, that she had even learned or anything she did apart from training for the paratroopers and hang with Shifty. 

When I saw the break of day

I wished that I could fly away

Instead of kneeling in the sand

Catching teardrops in my hand

Her fingers seemed to be dancing around the keys like she had been doing that for a lifetime, as her voice shone through the notes she played. There was a sudden peace brought by the song, which no one could remember having heard before that moment. 

Chuck sensed his body relaxing, as he looked at the brunette who met his eyes not too long after.

My heart is drenched in wine

But you'll be on my mind

Forever

For a fleeting moment, Chuck felt no one was there but him and Hannah, as she kept singing, his breath catching in his chest, leaving him breathless. He knew he had been looking at Hannah with different eyes for a while, but he never actually realized it completely until that moment. 

Something has to make you run

I don't know why I didn't come

I feel as empty as a drum

I don't know why I didn't come

I don't know why I didn't come

“From then on, you guys would ask me to sing every time we found a piano laying somewhere in the abandoned cottages,” Hannah remembered, smiling at the memory. 

“Well, you do have a beautiful voice that puts everyone at ease, you know,” he complimented and Hannah could feel how her pulse accelerated at his compliment, cursing herself internally for being so weak for her former NCO. 

“It's mid-afternoon, care for a tea?” Charles asked, when he noticed her blushing, not answering his compliment, knowing he had hit somewhere inside her with it. 

“I can make a quick cake with anything you have in your kitchen, if you want to…” Hannah said, almost rushedly, trying to cover her tracks. Yeah, that doesn’t sound weird at all, Hannah, you fucking wuss, offering to bake a cake after a couple of hours chatting and trying to cover your stupid feelings, sure, yeah. 

“Kitchen’s all yours,” Chuck said with a grin, looking for his kettle to boil water while Hannah looked for her ingredients for a classic vanilla cake. 

As Hannah whisked the ingredients, Chuck served two mugs with boiling tea, placing one next to her as he watched her focused in his kitchen. 

“I swear, most men of the company don’t have all this stuff laying in their kitchen,” she said, still looking down at the mix.

“I’m not most men,” Chuck replied and both chuckled at his comment. “Oh, look here,” he said suddenly, making Hannah turn around.

A black cat with a small bell in his neck walked in, stretching its legs, and walked up to Chuck, placing its front paws in the dirty blonde legs. 

“This is Roe, I got him a few months ago, he walked in with a broken hind leg and never left this house,” Chuck explained, taking the cat into his arms, which made him start purring loudly. Hannah proceeded to pet him, sliding her fingertips slowly in the soft fur of the head. 

“He’s so handsome!” 

“Thank you,” replied Charles, earning a small slap in his arm by Hannah, who chuckled as she kept petting the kitty. 

“You saying you took care of this kitty reminded me of that nun who changed my bandages in Foye, in that church, remember that? She came straight to me, wondering how a woman is in the Forces, and silently, pulled my face and cleaned me up,” Hannah said, remembering the face of the woman in the black typical suit of a nun. 

“She didn’t treat anyone but you, which was either great or very selfish of her,” Chuck said, jokingly.

“She was in a convent, they take care of women mostly, and I am one, so…” she trailed off, wanting to slap the grin out of his face as she felt her heart melting to the view of Chuck, holding a cat between his arms like a child. My uterus is flipping about. “It’s not like no one took care of you boys.” 

“What are you talking about?” Chuck wondered. 

“Holland. All those women, and food, and drinks, and praising,” Hannah said as she put the mix in the oven. She could hear Charles laughing at her comments.

 “I wasn’t doing anything there, I did accept food though.” 

“Oh, Chuck, come on, I saw you with that blonde that was taller than you, kissing you non-stop,” Hannah exclaimed, way too quickly for her comfort, and turned around, pretending to check on the oven temperature; Could you be any more obvious, Hannah, dear?

“You sound jealous,” Chuck replied, with a smirk and furrowed eyebrows.

“I—okay, yes, I was; everyone was treating you all like goddamn heroes and whatnot, while I got questionable looks and fingers pointing at me for being a woman in a uniform… Hell, they must have thought I was the squad’s whore or something,” she defended herself, trying to not blow her cover that easy in front of his intense eyes looking at her from a few meters. 

Chuck felt bad for a moment. He knew she was proud of being the first woman fighting alongside men in a war, knowing she had earned the respect of many, many people, but there was still a long way to go to be accepted by the population in general. 

“Yeah, I wanted someone to kiss me too and give me drinks, I deserved that too, I didn’t have any physical contact with anyone as much as y’all in that time,” Hannah kept going, the anxiousness to cover herself up from showing feelings almost drowning her. 

“I’m sure you would’ve gotten a kiss if you just asked,” replied Chuck, taking a sip from his tea while still holding Roe. “I would have if you asked me.”

Did my heart just stop? Did it just… really stop? Quick, don’t linger in silence too much!

“You’ve always been such a gentleman, Grant, but that was impossible. First, we were in the Forces together and that was very forbidden. Second, I couldn’t ask people for that, that’s just sad and I didn’t look like any of the women there, my hair wasn’t done, I was wearing our uniform and probably didn’t smell the best there,” Hannah clarified, trying to not sound too rushed again. 

“Okay, yeah, partially true, but you don’t need to be all fixed up to be pretty, though.”

He knows and now he wants to play soccer with my fucking heart. Goodness, I hope he doesn’t know.

“To be honest, it’s not like I came back to the states and started dating and whatnot… I did adopt a dog, his name is Trigger, like the one Tab had back in the day,” Hannah said, trying to clear herself. “Oh, and Tab asked me out like a year ago,” she suddenly remembered. 

“Floyd?! R—really?” Chuck asked, clearly surprised. 

“Yeah, he showed up once, with flowers and everything. It was so sweet but Tab is like my little brother, so I let him down slowly and luckily, he accepted it and we’re still friends,” she explained, remembering how disappointed he looked for a second before she explained herself to him and he took it with humour and saved their friendship from awkwardness. 

All the while, Chuck laughed heartily. 

“What? Oh, don’t laugh at him! He’s so sweet, he was always nice with me, even when most doubted the presence of a woman at war, come on,” Hannah defended Talbert, throwing a paper towel ball straight to his face. 

“Hey! No need to get violent!” Chuck retaliated, throwing it back at her. “I can’t believe little ol’ Tab asked you out,” he added, chuckling. 

“You’re all always making fun of people who ask me out or flirt with me,” Hannah added, a sneer creeping up her lips. “Remember that one British soldier?” 

The Company had saved a hundred and forty brit soldiers, without any casualties. Everyone walked back to camp cheerfully but in silence until they entered the barn. 

Hannah didn’t feel as cheerful as the rest. She had been carrying a small infection under her tongue for a few days and cramps were attacking her every now and again, which she didn’t share with anyone trying to avoid some sexist comment about the nature of women. 

Booze was being passed around the brits and the company as everyone cheered and applauded for their exceptional work. Hannah did enjoy seeing all the grins and wide smiles spread around, while she stood in the side, leaning against a thin wooden column, rubbing her back to ease the pain. 

“Moose Heyliger and the American 101st have done the Red Devils a great service, making it possible for us to return and fight the enemy another day,” the captain of the British soldiers exclaimed to the crowd of paratroopers and the Red Devils. “To Easy Company, victory, and Currahee!”

Everyone cheered, drinking profusely, laughing and all around happy, until the same captain interrupted them for a second.

“Oh, and let us not forget to cheer for one more thing: the first woman in the Forces who was part of this mission, Miss…” 

Hannah wasn’t paying attention, she was completely zoned out on the side, until she heard her name being called a few times. She looked up to the Captain, who had his drink up and looking at her.

“Oh—Oh, Hannah, Hannah Davis!” she replied, a little startled. 

“To Hannah Davis!” The cheers erupted once again, but everyone was now looking at Hannah, who blushed furiously at the attention she was receiving. She just gave them all a tight lipped smile, her eyes drifting from one side to another. 

“So, congratulations are in order, ma’am.” A thick British accent interrupted Hannah’s thoughts a while after she had been cheered on. She turned around to find a tall man with a buzz cut, his red beret and a pointy nose. And a very warm smile. 

“Thank you, private…?”

“Joe Seaward, and it’s Sergeant now,” he clarified, taking his beret off as he took a drink. “How is the Force treating you? Good, I hope?”

“Very good, sir, they feel like family already. At first it was weird for them, but I was vouched for by the Battalion chief, and one of the men, who is an old friend from his hometown,” she replied, feeling slightly intimidated by the brit. 

“I’m glad you’re feeling comfortable. And hometown! Where would that be, if I may ask?” 

“Atlanta, Georgia. Can I ask you where are you from?” she asked, looking up at him. Hannah could feel the eyes of Easy on them, but she didn’t dare to look back at them. 

“Birmingham, born and raised,” Joe replied, looking proud. “Uh, anyone expecting you back home?” he suddenly asked, and Hannah understood what he was referring to. 

“No, apart from family, no one special,” she replied, and just got interrupted by another voice yelling at them.

“Sergeant Seaward! We’re leaving, come on!” Joe looked annoyed all of a sudden. 

“Well, ma’am, if this isn’t too forward, when this war is over, and luckily, we’re both still alive and well, why don’t you stay in England for a while and… maybe we can go to dinner together?” He said, rushing as he took a few steps back. 

Hannah thought for a second and, feeling like she had nothing to lose and after not being flirted by anyone in two years, she replied “Sure, Sergeant, if we both survive…”. 

Joe smirked deeply and quickly found a paper and a battered small pencil, scribbling in it and placed it in her hands, before kissing the back of it. 

“You’ll find me with that. Take care, Hannah Davis! Cheerio!” 

Hannah felt like a child meeting her first crush, blushing, with a dumb smile in her face, until she heard the sniggering paratroopers behind her. 

“What?” she asked, already looking annoyed at them as she turned to find them in a half circle around her.

“What was that ‘bout, Davis?” Bull asked with one lifted eyebrow. 

“Nothing–”

“Not nothing, that brit was flirting with you!” Liebgott exclaimed, his lip curled as his eyes darted between the door of the barn and her. 

“The fuck is the problem with that?” Hannah asked.

“No fraternization with soldiers in the Forces,” Chuck added, looking down at his hands. 

“Oh, fuck all of you. It’s the first time someone comes and tells me I’m pretty in two years, when y’all had women throwing themselves at you back at Eindhoven!” Hannah defended herself, shutting them all up. “It’s not like I’m actually going to do something about it, I might be dead tomorrow anyways”. 

“He looks stupid and he’s a brit, we’re all a better catch than him!” Martin added, inflating his chest. 

“The only decent man here is Doc Roe, and you all know that for a fact. I’m going to sleep for a bit, goodnight” she said, walking away from them, breaking the half circle without looking back. 

“I still have that small, battered piece of paper with me, but I never went to see him,” Hannah added, smirking at the thought. “I should’ve stayed in England and find him, honestly”. 

Chuck frowned, “why? Was he really that interesting?”. 

“He was sweet, he had a very attractive accent and hell, how many men do you know that say ‘cheerio!’ When saying goodbye?” Hannah defended Sergeant Seaward.

“Oh, stop talking talking about him already” Chuck said, dismissing her comments with a frown.

“Who’s jealous now, huh?” Hannah joked, pushing him slightly. Chuck just laughed bitterly.

///

Chuck showed her around the house, apologizing for forgetting to do a tour when she first came in.

He showed him some old pictures he had from high school that his mom had taken of him, some of his own family, and even a photo from a high school girlfriend he still had. Charles told him they were still in contact because her family was close to his, until he went to the war and she moved out of the usual address. 

“It’s like the time I was away, fighting, home became a black hole in my memory, like…It couldn’t possibly exist at the same time I was away.” 

Hannah enjoyed learning more from his past, and suddenly wondered if he had ever known what happened and how Easy reacted when they found out he had gotten shot. 

Charles was looking down at a picture when she popped the question. 

“Chuck, did you uh—did anyone ever tell you what happened with Easy when you… When that replacement shot you?” 

He suddenly took a seat on the couch, looking up at her. There was something on his eyes that she couldn’t decipher, but it was between fear and curiosity; his fingers went to linger over his scar absentmindedly. 

“No, I—the guys never told me anything, and I didn’t dare to ask, honestly.” 

“Do you, uh… Do you want to know?” Hannah asked. Chuck nodded, his lips seeming sewn shut. She took a seat next to him, the air suddenly completely filled with tension. 

“Well, you had patrol and we were relaxing in the house, playing cards, some asleep, most smoking and chatting about the end of the war. Also about the points, but, that’s not important.”

“Then, the door of the living room burst open with a pale, very pale and shook Tab. ‘Grant got shot in the head’ was the first thing he muttered. You know, there wasn’t any music around us, but it seemed like it had stopped. The relaxing atmosphere was cut off like when the lights go out with a switch.” Chuck was staring at her, his attention fully on her. 

“But we didn’t have that much time to like… process. Floyd had received orders to find the shooter, and we practically went around the whole town and the ones nearby looking for him. We had the order to bring him alive but neither wanted to lose the chance to put a bullet in him. We were organized in groups, and we divided in three or four people each.”

“We ended up finding him still in Zell Am See. Malarkey found him with Bull and Lieb, they found him trying—” She took a pause, her stomach turning slightly at the memory— “trying to rape an Austrian girl. She was saved, thankfully, and he was brought back to the house where he took the beating of his lifetime”

By that point, Chuck jaw was opened, but his eyes seemed calmer, somehow.

“Did you beat him too?” he asked. Hannah suddenly broke eye contact, looking down at her fingernails fidgeting together.

“Yes, but I only punched him, the rest did the real beating… I was so angry when I found out he was in the house, I burst through the door and went straight with my knuckles to his jaw. I had my hand bruised for weeks. You were away at that point, Speirs and Roe had found a Kraut brain surgeon and got him to work in you as soon as they could. But we didn’t know if you were alive or not. After the rest took their turn with the replacement, Speirs had come back, saying the surgeon confirmed you were going to be okay; then they dragged the son of a bitch over to the MP’s.”

Hannah felt ashamed, her body seemed to be burning when the memories of that moment revived in her.

“I was so scared you were gonna die, Chuck… I wasn’t there when Speirs confirmed you were going to be okay, and I just—I lost it at that moment,” she added, a knot forming in her throat. “Lieb found me, while I was sitting in a room upstairs, on a bed, in the dark, cursing and crying. It wasn’t only you that made me cry, but… I cared about you, you know. You were my friend, we went through the worst together and I thought I had lost y—,” Hannah’s voice broke, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. 

“Hey, hey, Hannah, I’m here, aren’t I?” Chuck said, scooting closer, placing a hand on her knee and another rubbing her back. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that…”

At that, Hannah snorted while she teared up.

“What are you apologizing for? For getting shot? Jesus, Charles, you didn’t ask for it, did you?” she joked through the tears and broken voice, making both laugh cynically. Hannah lifted her head and looked at him, and noticed how his eyes were watery. He sniffed as he tried to recompose himself, his hands never leaving the brunette.

“No, I know, but… I’m okay, you s—see? I just speak like I’m dumb or something now,” he joked. 

Suddenly, something took over Hannah and she hugged him, with her arms surrounding his shoulders completely. Chuck was taken aback at first, but he then wrapped his arms around her waist and stayed there for a moment, neither muttered a word, only sniffs and breathing could be heard. 

Hannah laughs, then smiles down at the picture of a younger Chuck. Some things change, and some things stay the same forever. Chuck is one of those things that never changes.

After a while, after a hug that helped both recompose and even sort of heal wounds that can’t be seen, they went back to rummage through old photos. 

“Oh, look at this one,” Chuck said, pulling a picture from his teenage years, where he was in just his underwear, surrounded by kids holding different pieces of clothing cheerfully “that was in the middle of summer, we were trying to fight the heat with water balloons and I got so soaked, my brother and my friends convinced me to take them off so they could dry. Me, being stupid and young, did so and they stole them and ran away.” 

Hannah laughed loudly, looking at Charles with apologetic eyes.

“How could you be so naive?” She asked, between laughs. 

“Hey, if I remember correctly, you got your clothes stolen once, in Haguenau! And you know it sucks, doesn’t it?” Chuck replied, jabbing his index on Hannah’s arm. 

Hannah had survived Bastogne, with the scarring of her life and one less ear. Everyone was changed, they had lost many men there, including Toye and Guarnere, Muck and Penkala, and lost Buck to shellshock. 

These days passed with nothing much to do but waiting for orders, some training, and finally, after the snow had passed, winter clothes. 

Second Platoon was stationed in a tall, two-story house, with many rooms, filled with beds and some tables. It was battered, most wallpapers looked torn, and the smell of humidity and gunpowder filling everyone’s nostrils.

On a cold morning, Hannah came back to the second floor, where Malarkey was introducing the new Lieutenant Jones to the men.

“Sir?” her voice, smaller than ever, turned everyone around. Some had to take a second look to be sure what they were looking at. 

“What happened to you?!” Don exclaimed, his jaw dropped. 

Hannah was shirtless. She was holding herself trying to keep the warmth of her body, with only a bra, pants and boots on. She looked red in the face, from the shame. Hannah could sense the eyes on her body, taking notice of every single scar she was sporting, and the bandage that was covering one on the side of her hip. 

“I was changing bandages, I turned for a second to get the sulfate and I heard someone running and laughing. I thought there were just some men playing around but they had taken my clothes, sir…” she explained. Everyone could hear the anger in her voice, her jaw clenching tight. 

“Jesus fuck,” Malarkey muttered, while Chuck proceeded to pull the sweater he used under his jacket and quickly helped Hannah put it on. “Lieb, MccLung, Jackson, go find the fuckers who did this, report to Speirs”. 

“I’m sorry, Malark, I—I didn’t want to make any trouble, really, I—,”

“No, don’t apologize. This isn’t your fault, okay? Here, it probably smells but it’s better than nothing, I’ll have someone find some clothes if they don’t find yours,” Malarkey said, giving her his scarf, and went back to speak with Lt. Jones, who only nodded to her as a salute. 

“Come on, we made some coffee,” said Chuck, pulling her to where the kettle was in a corner. “Are you okay?”.

“Yeah,” was all she said, hiding herself in her copper mug, drinking the awful coffee they have been given. Then Chuck did something that she wasn’t expecting, but calmed her nerves quite quickly: his palm met the top of her head, and ran down her hair slowly. 

Hannah had seen the men do that to each other, when they had panic attacks or after the death of a fellow soldier, they would hold their heads or run their fingers through their hair. It seemed like a paternal way to hold them close and not let them fall into the abyss of desperation war brings in people. 

And now she felt it herself. Chuck’s fingers brought peace into her body, into her mind. She closed her eyes he kept going, enjoying that as well as the steam from the coffee meeting her cold skin. 

///

Not too long after, and from a window, Hannah and Chuck saw MccLung and Lieb dragging two soldiers from their jackets to Speirs and Winters. Joe talked furiously, clearly explaining what the two men did. 

Hannah chuckled cynically, knowing Speirs would have them doing the worst jobs for the Platoon. 

Her happiness didn’t last long, though. After getting new clothes, returning Chuck’s sweater, she found out, alongside the rest, that they had a patrol to get to at one past midnight. 

Everyone dreaded it, mostly because Second Platoon had lost the most people since Bastogne, and they still wanted them to do a senseless mission. They were ordered to cross the river into German territory and take prisoners to get intel. 

They still had hours to kill before heading to enemy territory, so Hannah decided to find some place to nap, after fixing and cleaning her guns and getting more ammo. 

She wandered around Second Platoon’s house until she found a room on the second floor. She opened the door, walking inside, and instantly found a sleeping body on top of the bed. 

“What? What?!” it said startled and looked up. Hannah didn’t notice at first but as soon as some light shone through the bullet holes on the wooden panels in the window, she saw Grant’s face. 

“Oh, sorry Chuck, I was looking for some place to sleep, I’ll leave you to—,”

“No, no, it’s fine… we can share,” he said from the dark, she could hear his hand patting the bed. 

Hannah thought for a second. She was exhausted, her body was still cold and there probably wasn’t a better bed in the whole house to nap in. 

So, she closed the door behind her and left her jacket and rifle on the floor, and climbed under the wool blanket. 

Under it, she was met instantly with Chuck’s warmth, her side wasn’t cold, as she expected it to be. There was calm, so much calm it was a bit unsettling for Hannah; last time she felt it, mortars fell from the sky and took her friends with the blast. 

But there was something about the gentleness of Chuck’s breathing that helped her, which she couldn’t explain, but silently thanked him for it. 

A few minutes passed when Hannah turned to her side, facing Chuck, who was already positioned on his side. She was unable to fall fully asleep, which was normal when someone tries to relax during a war. 

Hannah just stayed there in silence, eyes closed, her hand dropped on the mattress near her face, when she felt Chuck’s hand a few inches from hers. 

For a moment, she wanted to grab it. 

Hannah had noticed for a while that she was closer with Chuck than with the rest of the men. It was an odd friendship; it’s not like they talked for hours and hours on end but mostly in silence or with hushed, short conversations. But when she was with him, she didn’t feel as much fear as with the rest or alone in a foxhole. 

But he had always been there for her, like she was for him. Through every loss, through every problem. There was an implicit deep trust between them that neither acknowledged with words, but with simple actions. 

And to her, he was certainly an attractive man; with dirty blonde hair, an inviting smile, always polite and shy. And Hannah knew she had felt sometimes a bit of a butterfly in her stomach when he smiled at her. 

Suddenly, her thoughts were hushed when she felt his fingers wrap around hers. 

Hannah didn’t open her eyes, afraid they would show how much speed her blood pressure gained in a split second. But she did reciprocate, after a moment, moving her hand so his fingers intertwined with hers. 

Neither moved, neither spoke nor opened their eyes. And finally, both fell asleep until Liebgott woke them up a couple of hours later.

He opened the door loudly, letting in some light. Both Hannah and Chuck sat up quickly, startled and disheveled, looking at Joe like he was crazy. 

Joe looked at both with a deep, playful smirk before saying, “We have the meeting at CP in ten minutes, let’s go, come on.”

Thankfully, Joe didn’t notice that Hannah and Chuck were still holding hands under the sheet; but when they caught it, as Lieb left, they quickly unwrapped them and rushed to get their things, without saying another word to each other.

///

Night came around nicely. 

Both Hannah and Chuck were enjoying their time. Hannah had clearly relaxed, mostly after they had talked about what happened to the NCO, feeling like she had let go of a heavy weight she carried on her shoulders. 

Charles offered for her to stay for dinner when the brunette said she still had to walk her dog, even though she knew Angelina had probably done that already. He insisted, saying the leftovers taste even better reheated on the grill. 

Hannah laughed and agreed to stay, as long as she could help with it. Her day has been better than expected, way better. But she still had that small pebble in her shoe about her feelings towards Chuck. A part of her yelled that she should come clean to him, and be done with it, no matter the result. The other part also yelled that his friendship was more valuable than risking it for something more.

But the tiny voice in her head still insisted with No, no! He doesn’t feel that way. He hasn’t flirted with you, or showed some clear sign of attraction, Hannah! Have dinner and pretend it’s all good. 

“Hey, can I ask you something? This might sound a bit weird,” Hannah said, with a sneaky smile while Chuck revamped the grill. The former NCO just nodded in response. “Why aren’t you married?” 

Chuck snorted, looking surprised and slightly offended. “Aren’t you the one that used to complain that women are always pressured to get married, and maybe they shouldn’t if they don't want to?” He asked, almost complaining. 

Hannah laughed and put her hands up in her defense.

“I don’t mean it like that, Charles Grant! I just… I’m surprised a man like you, who does all this, isn’t at least dating someone,” she clarified. 

“I didn’t say I wasn’t dating someone,” he replied, without looking at her.

There it is! So, that’s what it's like to get your heart punched, huh? 

“Oh, yeah, I mean—Of course, sorry–,” Hannah added, suddenly stumbling upon her words as she felt her hands shake slightly. 

Chuck snorted again, this time a hearty laugh escaping his lips. 

“I’m not Hannah, I’m not seeing anybody at the moment,” he added, smiling as he moved the charcoal around the grill. 

Hannah had a rush of anger suddenly, wanting to throw something at him and yell you fucking asshole, I’m in love with you, do not do that to me!!!

But she held herself in, looking rather unphased, and just nodded disapprovingly. 

“I, well… I haven’t met the right woman, you know? I’ve seen some people, yeah. Babe set me up once with this redhead who could’ve been Malarkey’s sister for all I knew and it was going good at first but… Fuck, I was so bored!” he said, showing the annoyance in his face at the memory. “She was nice and all, but she was just… so fucking boring. She talked about her hair and stuff she does with her lady friends and she hated when I told stories about the war.”

Now it was Hannah’s turn to laugh. “She hated it? Why?”. 

“Who the fuck knows, maybe it was too g—ory for her, or she didn’t want to hear that one of the men was being called ‘Gonorrhea’. Hell, she didn’t even want to hear how I got the scar in my head or rather, the explanation of my slurring when I speak and my lack of strength on my left side,” Chuck said and sounded rather offended. 

“Someone has to either appreciate your scar and the sequels, or get the fuck out of your way,” Hannah said, approaching him with a beer in hand. “Don’t ever feel ashamed for that, Chuck, I’m not ashamed of having one ear, honestly. I think it’s pretty nice. Who can say that is different when their bodies are complete and in perfect state?”. 

“It’s boring, isn’t it?” he added.

“You and me, Chuck, are different. And that’s good. Toye and Guarnere have one less leg each, they’re fucking awesome too.” 

Hannah’s heart leaped at the sight of Chuck looking suddenly proud of himself, and when he looked at her to clink their bottles, she could’ve sworn that, if she had the ovaries, she would’ve kissed him right there and then.

///

After dinner and a few more laughs, Hannah called it a night. 

Her heart felt slightly heavy for not having dared to confess what she was there to do in the first place. 

“Well, my dear Grant, I have to head home,” she said, as she put plates down the water in sink. 

“Already?” Chuck replied, looking surprised.

“It’s almost ten in the night!” she exclaimed, drying her hands on a towel that hung from the oven door handle. 

“Want me to call you a cab? Lieb is probably still around working with his.” 

“No, don’t worry, I’ll walk. It’s fine,” Hannah replied, and started walking towards the door with Chuck on tow. 

Both stood on the porch, looking around the calm neighborhood. Hannah was feeling so ashamed of herself, slapping herself mentally every second that passed. 

“Well, Hannah, this was a great surprise,” Chuck started, breaking her thoughts for a moment, “we should do this more often, maybe with the guys, sometime, before winter leaves us secluded in our homes.” 

“Of course, but let’s not wait two years this time,” she replied, with a smile creeping up her lips, looking at him. God, how can someone dare be this good looking?

Chuck proceeded to hug her like when he opened the door past noon, when she showed up at his doorstep. Hannah reciprocated, and drowned herself once again in his cologne, not wanting to let go or stop feeling his hands around her body.

“See ya, Davis,” Chuck said as she walked down the steps and she took one last look at him before heading home. 

You fucking wuss, you fucking wuss, you fucking wuss, you fucking, pathetic     w—

“Hannah! Wait!” 

Chuck’s voice startled her as she was reaching the crossroad, when she turned around to find him running towards her. 

Her heart raced, wondering why the hell was he yelling at her for. Maybe she had forgotten something. Yeah, that’s all, I might have forgotten my… keys? 

“Hannah, wait, I… I have to tell you something and this can’t wait…” Chuck started as soon as he caught up to her. “Listen, this might sound weird but… a while ago I—you appeared in a dream of mine. You were talking to me after I got shot and you were begging me to not forget you.”

“Hannah, I took it upon myself to find you but I was meeting only dead ends, the Army wouldn’t help me so I had to… fuck, I had to find Winters and ask him for your information. God, that was embarrassing, but you know Winters, he didn’t hesitate to help. I had your address and phone numbers for months, but I never had the guts to go knock on your door… I thought you might have forgotten me, but… I never forgot about you,”

“I never forgot how we shared a foxhole during our hardest time. I never forgot how we slept in that bed and held hands in the dark. I never forgot how you took care of me when I had that one panic attack in Bastogne, and everything else,”

“What I mean, Hannah, is… I love you. I can’t date other women because they’re not you, and all I want is you. So… please, don’t leave. Not now. I couldn’t believe my eyes when you showed up at my door, fuck, I thought I was dreaming or dead. You had found me and I—,”

Before Chuck could follow through with his speech, Hannah took him by the face and kissed him. 

It was bruising, it was desperate and filled with love. Chuck wrapped his arms around her body, bringing her impossibly close to his body as her fingers found his hair. 

The anticipation was their favorite feeling. They both sensed how long they waited for that to happen, so they sank deeper into it. 

It went on for a few minutes, the night time seemed to have stopped for both, like everything had disappeared except for them. 

After they parted, both panting, their foreheads connected, Hannah opened her eyes and found Chuck’s cheeks stained with tear trails and that explained the salty taste in his lips. That made her smile widely as she still held his hand between hers. 

“Can you—do you want to s–spend the night with me?” Chuck asked, opening his eyes finally. 

Hannah just smiled widely, pecking his lips as she pulled him by the wrist towards his house.

///

Making love to someone you have craved for years makes the hours longer.

Both Hannah and Chuck were sure of that while the latter moaned loudly as Hannah rode him; his hands were bruising against her hips as she moved, holding herself in his shoulders, kissing him every now and again. 

Hannah never thought she would see Chuck like this. With sweat rolling down his forehead, his lips swollen and his eyes squeezed shut; to see his naked torso and his chest heaving up and down, which was covered in different scars that only made him even better looking in her opinion.

The man was almost ethereal in the dim light of his bedroom.

She enjoyed every bit of him as much as she could, like that could’ve been a fleeting figment of her imagination that she had to hold tight between her fingers before it could slip away. 

But reality brought her back when she felt the pain of his fingers digging into her hips. Hannah didn’t mind one bit.

She just loved to see how overwhelmed with pleasure he was, how he propped himself into his elbows, wrapping a hand around her bottom to carry both into the bed frame so he could sit and find her lips with his as he rode into his climax. 

Of course, Chuck being the gentleman he was, caring, he helped Hannah ride into hers, enjoying how she cried out his name loudly like it was the best song he had ever heard. 

///

Chuck’s fingers ran down Hannah’s bare shoulders, enjoying the dampness. It was soft, it was warm and it also a tad bit freckled. His fingertips followed down her arm until they met her face, that laid upon the back of her hands as she laid in her stomach. 

 Her eyes were closed but she was still awake. Hannah was just soaking on everything that happened through the day, and now, through the night, as the clock ticked into two in the morning. 

Chuck sat parallel to her, and his fingertips went all the way back to walk down her shoulder blades, into the deep line of her spine, meeting a few moles spread out here and there, which sent very slight tickles to the brunette. 

“I kind of can’t believe this just happened” he muttered, turning to lay his head on the small of her back. He could feel the vibration of the small laugh she let go at his comment.

“Me neither, Chuck… but I, uh… I have a confession, which I think will make you laugh,” Hannah replied.

“Do go on…” he replied.

“You told me you looked for my information with Winters, right?” Hannah asked.

“Right”.

“Well, when I looked for you too… I did the same,” she said and felt his head suddenly turn to her at her words, “and when I said your name, he gave me a weird look, but now I know it was a ‘I know something important about this that you don’t know’ look”. 

“So, wait, we l—ooked for each other in the past few months, and we did exactly the same shit?” he said, struggling slightly. 

Hannah heard the clicker of the lighter and looked back at him, lightning a cigarette with a shit eating grin sprawled upon his lips. 

“Exactly what I’m saying,” she replied, laying her head back down. 

“Another reason why I would like to marry you, then,” he added, like it was nothing.

What he didn’t notice was the speed in which Hannah’s eyes widened and her heart started thumping inside her rib cage. 

“I’m sorry?!” she asked, sounding a tad bit anxious. Chuck was never one to say rushed things like that. 

“The first reason is how powerful and relentless you were and still clearly are. You know how I know that?” he asked, and she could feel his smile still in his lips.

“No, how?”

“When you confronted Sobel before we went to Holland. Of course, I didn’t know at the moment the amount of feelings I had for you, but… I think I did have some of them roaming inside me,” Chuck said, like he was the one who stood up to Herbert Sobel, “but that was just plain hot,” he finalized, and turned to look at her; Hannah was just looking at him like he was crazy. 

The night before, everyone was cheering for their job. They were done, they were bound to the States and all the Easy Company wanted to do was drink and laugh. 

For everyone’s demise, Lipton announced how they were heading back into war, to Holland, killing the mood instantly. 

As the replacements were getting helped and guided by Bull, rather than Cobb, who could only brag about stuff he never ever did; Chuck was packing her stuff near Malarkey, Bill and Hannah. 

“I swear I thought by this time I was gonna be home, with a hundred in my pocket, flowers for my mama and nearing Christmas with my nieces and nephews” Malarkey said, fixing his bayonet. The rest scoffed, still bitter by the news.

“I miss the coffee from hometown, there’s this beautiful place in Hamstown Square, it’s very small and cozy, and the pastries are the most delicious I’ve ever had” Hannah said, looking like she was talking about the love of her life. 

“Guys, look!” Bull said, interrupting them, pointing to their right.

On a jeep, carrying some stuff behind it, sat Herbert Sobel, their former CO, the nightmare that trained them back in Toccoa. Hannah knew she didn’t train with him as much as the rest, but a year with that man was more than enough. 

“Fuck, no…” Hannah whispered so just the boys around her heard her “No, not him”.

“Don’t—Pretend he’s not here,” Malarkey said to her, tying the loose ends of her parachute to her shoulders as Skip came to them scowling like the rest. “Y’all too, do not look at him”. 

Neither obliged, all of them stared at the man passing by. 

“The hell is he doing here?” Skip wondered, without getting an answer.

Sobel walked in a straight line near the men as the truck behind his jeep unloaded, looking between the men with his usual air of superiority untouched. 

Unlucky for Hannah, he had met her eyes not too long after, and the man approached her, before the rest could make themselves scarce. 

“Still alive, uh… Davis?” Sobel asked, scowling at the brunette.

“Pretty much, sir. Still teaching at that school… somewhere?” she answered, provoking a few small gasps around her. Sobel scowl just deepened.

“Do not disrespect me with that tone, private” the taller man threatened, his jaw clenching tight. 

“Earn the respect, like you once taught us, and I won’t,” Hannah replied, her tone dripping with bitterness and irony. She felt a hand in her shoulder and knew one of the men was probably trying to calm her down. “You came here and act surprised that I’m still alive? No, I deserve more than that, sir”. 

“You shut your mouth right now, private! This—this is the reason why women shouldn’t be allowed in the army; they’re too emotional!” Sobel exclaimed, almost yelling to get attention, which only made Hannah even more furious.

“If you were in our command, if you were our leader, we would all be dead right now. Don’t you remember that drill we did back in England? Why do you think you were ‘promoted’? And no, I’m not scared of you, go write me up if you want to; Winters is south of the camp, third tent on the right. Colonel Sink is in the next tent to his, the fourth one,” Hannah felt like she couldn’t stop, her anger overcoming her; mountains of words and feelings that were accumulating, finally leaving her chest. 

Chuck couldn’t believe the words that came out of her. 

Everyone awaited without breathing for an answer, a yell from Sobel, something. But nothing came, he just scowled, breathed hard, and before anyone took a breath again, he turned around tight in his heel and left to the back of the truck. 

Hannah took a breath and turned around to finish prepping, when she found many of her fellow paratroopers smiling at her, some nodding in approval even. Johnny Martin crossed by her side, squeezing her arm, as he whispered a small “good one” for her. 

“I fucking hate him, that felt really good”, she said to Chuck, turning to adjust his jumpsuit. 

Chuck just stared at her, feeling hard to believe what just went through. Their former NCO was just bashed in front of everyone, and no one, not even one paratrooper came in his defense. 

His eyes roamed through her face as she fixed his suit and talked about something he wasn’t paying attention to. Suddenly, he was looking at her in a different way, one that would grow over time during the war.

///

The night caught up to Chuck and Hannah, both deep asleep on his bed. The brunette laid her head in his shoulder, on her side, while he was laid in his back, with his cheek against her forehead. 

Though around dawn, Chuck’s body started to shook. It came softly at first, just a few twitches, until it became a whole storm inside him. 

Hannah stirred up and saw how every muscle in his arms and chest were clenched, and he muttering something she couldn’t comprehend. Clearly, he was having a nightmares. The nightmares that seemed to never end, which felt like a punishment that everyone had to endure post war. 

The brunette placed her hands around his head as she whispered, “Chuck, Chuck, it’s okay, it’s just a dream, wake up, love, wake up.” 

His eyes shot open, looking terrified as he gasped for air, his hands fumbling to find her. 

“Hannah, Hannah!” He exclaimed, as he finally met her eyes. His body was shaking until he realized she was there, looking down at him, with a tired, disheveled smile. 

“It’s okay, love, I’m here, I’m here,” she replied, running her fingers through his hair, kissing his cheek before looking down at him again. 

The first light of the sun shining through the white curtains, illuminating both with such warmth it made Hannah’s heart swell. 

“I’m sorry, I’m s—sorry, Hannah, this still happens…” he explains, his hand tight on her side. 

But Hannah just smiles sweetly at him, “it still happens to me too, Chuck, it’s okay, there’s nothing to be sorry about,” she explains, admiring his deep blue eyes. 

“Can you… can you sing to me?” He asked, sounding almost embarrassed to ask for it. 

The touch of your lips upon my face

Your lips that are cool and sweet

Such tenderness lies in their soft caress

My heart forgets to beat

The touch of your hands upon my head

The love in your eyes, ashine

And now at last, the moment divine

The touch of your lips, the love in your eyes

The touch of your lips on mine

Chuck closed his eyes as her singing filled his ears. He haven’t felt peace like at that moment, not since the war. Hugging his mother, playing cards with his brothers or the men from the Company brought joy, but peace; peace came from Hannah, wearing his shirt, at dawn, singing to him. 

And it was the same for Hannah. 

Both knew the nightmares will continue to haunt them, and that their lives will go on, but at least, they were going to go through it together. 

And that was more than enough for them. ///

[alex-fucking-dempsey]

SPOILERS FOR 13 REASONS WHY SEASON 4 EPISODE 1: WINTER BREAK

i was high almost the whole time this is a reaction ig sjsjsjs

Clay is narratating baby boy

Who tf died?

I called it monty fucking lived I FUCKING *flips tables*

So winston shut the fuck up if alex fucking goes to jail 🔪🔪🔪

Monty is horrfying omfg also the way hes talking abt the racial system

period tell him clay

aYO WHAT THE FUCK CLAY??? Is monty alive???

Clay looks so good shut the fuck up everyone

Dylan Minette pls sir get in guts

Clay is going insane lowkey scared

I miss Ryan Shaver n Scott Reed, end post

CLAY PUT THE GLASS AWAY MF

clay is too pretty im-

i hope tyler is okay ;-;

They are dating iM IM SORRY????

i just realize wtf is sheri? Where has been😭

clay lowkey reminds of tony

Tyler :(

tyler and clays friendship>>>

"ass shoes" - jess

Shes MOVING????

"Clay-cray" "clazy" the way i wanna marry Jessica

The way im high as hell the monty illusions i hate em

Alex dad >>>>

The only cop i stan

quick break: black lives matter.

okay Tony serve the looks

Where has justin been

ZACH MY BOY I LITERALLY LOVE HIM

PLEASE SIR LET ME LOVE YOU

ohhhhh justin was OHHHH

Okay but im zach showing up eveeywhere high as hell

justin n clay >>>>

Matt >>>>

jess n justin >>>

god i love this show sm sm

WE BITCH WHO IS WE

tony = tylers mom

Zach n alex stay a million feet apart for no reason

wAIT THIS DUDE

did he replace scott where is scott fuck u

US??? BITCH YOUR NEW GO AWAY WHO IS US

cookies: stan

alex is so nervous

oMG TYLER N NEW GUY HAVE VEEN CHILLING

I love zachs vibes

AGAIN WHO TF IS WE ANI SHUT UP

oh new guys name is charlie sisjsj

oH MY

justin what ;-;

you know what you tell her honey :(

I feel you lowkey jess :(

mERRY CHIRSTMASSSSSS

oh no ;-;

iF ALEX IS BEIBG LINKED BACK TO THW MURDER BY THIS STUPID COP IMA MD RIOT

alex looks so good rn sir pls

everyone: alex dont say anything

alex: SO FUCK YOU-

why does bill looknso diifferent

winston: mourning over his bf :(

winston needs to stoo being weird

Justin n clay getting new phones so sweet

Clay looks so good in that pic ;-;

why does everyone look so goddamn goos in the season wtf

hEY QUICK MF QUESTION DOES CLAY FUCKING DIE 🔪

ani n jess would make good friends with Sheri :(

I am one of the few who does like ani ngl

Justin serves looks sir pls

i swear i lean toward women but yall 😭the men in this mf show

Clay quit being awkward

I want ani and jess to live together

she best see her mom every weekend

sHE SAID: HER CURFEW IS 5 MF 🔪

does ani not like clay????

Yall jess best not be starting a forest fire

I forgot ani and bryce were fucking

ani is thicc lowkey

Yall i have work im upset

Is that the same whisper sound from assassins creed

WTF JESS SEEING BRYCE SCARED ME JESUS

ayo what the fuck?

yes jessica you fucking tell him

wtf is metal detector gonna do bro

I hate boland anyways

wINSTON QUIT LOOKING SO MF SUS

Estella is so pretty

Who is she Jess??

What???

Im confused

Zach >>>>

zach breathes and im all "wow so hot"

is no one going to college???

wINSTON GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM TYLER 🔪🔪🔪🔪

you getting cut if you are mean to my boy

thank god for ani

Fuck winston this lil mf gives me the heebegeebes

justins going to college imnso proud

oh shit winston is fine tho

also wtf do you mean it can kill you ima mess this mf up

wHY DID JESS GO BACK WITH- ANI PLEASE SHUT UP

okay ani pls dont call clay out (she wants a knife to her face)

poor clay has to pretend hes okay for everyone else

Im tired of seeing monty beibg a creep

Ani: *whispers* clay no wait-

LEAVE ESTELLA ALONE PERIOD

fuck off yall bitches

yEAH CHARLIE YOU TELL HER

who the fuck ONG

RHATS MONTYS SISTER WTF

monty n hannah n bryce: haunts ppl

CLAY GO RUN UP ON THOSE MFS

yall mfs really wanna box HURT CLAY-

OMG CLAY IS SO HOT PUNCH THAT MF

ani n clay: know who killed bryce

Also ani: THEY DONT WANNA BELIEVE HE KILLED BRYCE

im sorry???

tell ani clay :(

wINSTON DONT FUCKING TOUCH TYLER I WILL WHOOP UR MF ASS 🔪🔪🔪🔪

zACH N ALEX ZACH N ALEX EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP

alex: worried abt alex

zach quit being mean to ur bf

zach is being so inconsiderate eat ass bro

HES GONNA TAKE ALEX OUT OKAY NVM I LOVE HIM

:( they still wont take them back annoying

justin dont-

Snitches get stitches end up in ditches qnd get no bitches bro you know the code

okay clay dont get all pissy bro

that was a weird transition

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP IM LITERALLY I HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES ITS SCOTT OH MY GOD MY BOY

i had no idea he was a senior why didnt they say that

oh ny god this explains the absence of ryan then ig but i miss scott more than anything ong

This confirms clays in love with scott i dont make the rules

LOOK AT HOW SWEET SCOTT IS BEING ONG EVERYONE I LOVE HIM FUCK

clays jeans >>>

i was expecting hannah tbh not ani

omg no clay :( u cant save everyone- it would have been more powerful coming from hannah lowkey disapointed

clay is finally getting help, proud

Clay looks so fine omg im sorry but he looks great

everyone in this seasn is looking so fine wtf

Winston is so pretty :(

he rlly liked monty my heart lowkey is broken

wHAT THE FUCK ZACH

the WAY ZAHC JUST SAVED ALEXS LIFE

WHAT THE FUCK

IM SO CONFUSED

HE JUST KISSED HIM

ZACH SHUT THE FUCK UP

no :(

Im going to sob

I have a feeling theyll kiss again and itll be on zachs volition

The anxiety i havfor alex

Also lowkey zach kissed back

the fucks i give ima write so many fics istg yall

brb ima go get high rq

they are gonna trace it all back to clay im so nervous

tyler best keep his mouth shut

Clay is so funny sjsjsjs hes so scarcastic like okay emo edge lord

season 2 is still superior i stand by that statement

[windalongaknife]

One.

So sleep soundly in your beds tonight For judgment falls upon you at first light ‘The Vengeful One’ - Disturbed

Remuland kicked the whore out of his bed as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window to his chambers.  She squealed at the unexpected awakening, then grabbed for her corslet and chemise.  Whirling around, she glared at him.  “Ye don’t need to treat me like that, m’lord.”

His only response was to grab at the purse full of gil on his nightstand and throw it at her so hard it slapped against her thigh.  Her demeanor shifted demonstrably as she pried it open, letting her clothing fall away to reveal the stark nakedness he’d enjoyed the night before.  After a mental accounting, she looked up and smiled.  “That’ll be all then, my lord?”

“Get out,” he hissed without any real emotion behind the words.  She did as ordered, chin lifted high and smile lilting.  Of all the harlots in Ishgard, she was the only one who knew his preferences, and performed them with enthusiasm.  That meant a hefty price.  Both for her skills, and her silence.  

He’d pondered having her killed a few times.  But all attempts to find another girl with a similar skillset had proven fruitless.  For the time being, she could smirk at him all she liked.  Eventually, she’d end up where all her kind did.  Somewhere below the mists of the Last Vigil.

Throwing his legs over the side of the bed to sit up, he reached for his pipe and lit it, inhaling the tobacco still fit snugly within.  Outside he could hear the morning bells calling parishioners to worship.  His absence would be noted, but he wasn’t in a hurry anyway.  Father Sonieloix would handle services without him, and then glare at him later over supper.  

The door abruptly began to open with a groan of protest and his head swiveled toward it.  Who dared to disturb him? He’d asked for no servants to attend to him, and that whore had best not be returning to blackmail him for more.

Just one of the serving girls, dressed in brown skirts, a scarf worn over her hair and tied just beneath her chin.  She bore a tray that he guessed contained breakfast.  He could smell salted bacon, coffee.  He frowned, trying to remember if he ordered it be brought to him, or if Father Sonieloix had done so to mock him.  He always suspected the old man knew how he spent some of his evenings.  

“I didn’t order any breakfast, girl.  But since you’re here, put the tray on the table over there and begone.”

A lock of dark hair fell over her face as she followed his orders, setting the tray atop the table near the windows.  Yet she didn’t immediately retreat, moving bowls and plates from the tray and setting them down again.  “Did you not hear me girl? I said get out.”

Instead, she whirled around and plopped herself down on a chair, turning it to face him.  The scarf fell from her head, draped now around her shoulders and he got a good look at her face.  Young, striking in an odd way that was neither beautiful nor hideous but... intense.  Dark red eyes gazed at him as she reached for an apple on the tray, using a knife to slice some of it off, lifting it to her mouth.  

His brow furrowed as he watched her chew.  Her hand slipped down again to cut into the apple.  “Is this some sort of joke?”

The girl shook her head, slicing off another bite of apple to eat.  “You don’t know who I am, do you.”

“I’m not interested in your games,” he snapped, having enough of whatever she was playing at.  “Get out or I’ll summon the guard and have you removed. Trust me, you do not want me to do that.”

“Why haven’t you?” she asked, her head canting to the side to study him.  “Is it because they’ve all left for services and you know they aren’t actually in the hallway right now, at this very moment?”

Something cold settled into the pit of his belly.  “Who are you?”

She sliced another bite of apple.  “I want you to tell me a story.”

“I’m not going to tell you any bloody story, girl. Leave.”

The knife hit his shoulder just so, the momentum behind it throwing him back onto the disheveled coverlet. It didn’t even hurt at first, simply felt like she’d punched him.  Only when he looked and saw the crimson stain blooming on his nightshirt did he realized it had pierced him.  

Before he could scream, she was on him. Her hand over his mouth to stifle the scream in his throat.  She ripped out the knife from flesh and tendons and held it to his throat.  He dared not even whimper, even against the pain that now exploded in flesh and bone.  

Those red eyes belied the chill in her gaze. A Coerthan winter no campfire could truly warm.  “I want you to tell me a story, Father Remuland.  A family dragged out of their home into the snow. Think hard.  You ordered them imprisoned.  Tortured.  Executed.”

His mind raced.  How many families had he put to the question?  Dozens at least.  She withdrew her hand, enough to let him gasp for air, and answer her.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She sighed softly, disappointed.  “You can’t remember, because all those families have blended together, haven’t they.  It was never your interest, the whole sordid business of framing the innocent. A means to an end for you, the greedy one.  So long as they paid you your ponze of gil for the deed done, what became of the people you accused meant nothing.”

His brows furrowed. “Who are you?”

She pressed the tip of the knife so close to the soft underskin of his chin he could feel the razor sharp point penetrating.  His lower lip trembled, no matter how he willed it to stop.  She leaned down to stare into his eyes.  To watch the fear in them.

"I’m here for every mother and father, sister and brother.  For all the innocence your wretched greed destroy--”

She cut off abruptly as he threw her off of him in one swift, fearful moment.  Scrambling to his feet, he screamed as loud as he could, demanding the guard attend to him.  Praying she was wrong, that they were sitting at their posts outside his room and would burst in at the sound of his distress.

The scene descended into chaos quickly.  The girl leaped onto the bed with him, grabbing at his ankles to jerk him back toward her.  The knife had slipped from her hand, clattering against the floor.  She cursed and let go of him, trying to find the fallen weapon.  He used the opportunity to race for the door.  

He would get no further.  He felt the first stab to his back, just beside his spine.  Then another, just next to the first.  Then another, and another.  Blood foamed at his lips, his eyes lost focus and he slid down to the cold floor.  

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Heusette breathed a sigh of relief as she closed the old inquisitor’s eyes.  That had gone badly, and could have spelled the end of her mission if she hadn’t already made sure to distract the guards.  

Piss poor, girl She could hear the old man’s voice in her head.  Picture the scowl on his face as he ordered her to do it again.  Of course, there were no do-overs anymore.  This is what he had trained her for all her life, and she almost ruined it to savor the moment a little longer.  

Focus, Sette. Focus

She grabbed the knife and cleaned it off on his clothing.  Not that it made a difference, his blood drenched her clothing.  She anticpated this, somewhat.  The layers of skirts and chemises she wore were easily peeled off until she looked utterly pristine.  The blood soaked clothing she used to wipe the old priest’s blood from her face and neck.  

Using care not to step into the pools of blood near the door, lest they stain her slippers, she closed the door after herself, and left the body to be found later, after services were finally over and Father Sonieloix came calling.

[vikingsarememes]

His True Wife

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Main Characters: Ivar the boneless, Reader, Original male Character/ Thoman

Characters Mentioned: Freydis, Hvitserk, Ubbe, Bjorn

Summary: you were unable to be reunited with your husband for a month, and when you finally met him, he came bearing the worst news.

Word Count: 1316

A/N: none

warnings: none

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Full moon, it’s been a full moon cycle since you last saw both Ivar and Hvitserk, you weren’t sure who you missed more, your husband or your friend, you hated them both for leaving you alone like this, you’ve been to the city few times, you glanced at Ivar and his pregnant bride, you knew something was wrong, Ivar’s never tried to have sex with you, you knew the child wasn’t his in any way, you knew because he told you about what happened with Margrethe.

You remember that day when he came knocking on your door, with angry tears, and how ashamed she made him feel, you remember because you stayed up the whole night trying to calm him down unless Freydis bewitched him somehow, that slave was associated with Loki himself, you could swear on your life for that, but glances was all you got, Ivar spoke to you as if he spoke to anyone else in the hall, he never had time to speak with you in private, you eventually gave up, he’ll visit when he visits, other than that, you stayed in your farm, alone.

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“My lady, we gathered the wool  and we are willing to sell it when the sun rises” your laborer said, interrupting your peaceful meal, you nodded at him “alright Thoman, sell it, if any gold remain after buying our needs, perhaps you should buy yourselves new cloaks, this winter will be the coldest” you mumbled, staring at the empty chair at the table, in front of yours, one that’s usually filled by a Ragnarsson and took a deep breath “my lady, may I suggest we buy chicken as well?” you looked at him confused “chicken?” 

“We waste money on buying eggs, if we buy chicken, we can save more money, and with that, expend our work” he explained “Thoman if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to hold territories” you raised an eyebrow at him “oh no, I promise not, I’ve learned my place in this new life, but before all of this, I was a banker, responsible of developing simple projects, like small farms, and shops, I help them gain more money, to pay for their loans and feed their families” you listened to him carefully, banker, a word that was new to you, you heard stories from Bjorn about how they had a place to save all the gold and valuable in the modern world, how people can ask for money and be given to them if they can return it later.

“Please, sit, tell me about your vision for this farm” you requested, even though you’re aware that the only available seat is the seat of Ragnarssons, but they weren’t here, they can’t judge you for using it, Thoman sat and looked at you “Kattegat is poor my lady, farmers are more valuable than kings and queens, we can experiment new herbs, bring more animals if we become the main source of food, we will have power over Kattegat, isn’t it what you want my lady? To be powerful, so powerful that you won’t be ignored?” he asked, that’s when you realized, he knew.

“What’s in it for you Thoman?” you asked curiously, aware of the man’s big ambitions “well, the more profit you get, the more us slaves get, I dream of buying my freedom or earning it, my wife was killed in the raid but my sons were taken by King Harald’s men, a man with nothing wishes nothing but to serve, hopefully, one day when I die, I’ll go to heaven and my sins will be forgiven, perhaps a small cottage to age in as well, perhaps if the gods were good I might be reunited with my sons” he explained then looked at you, you couldn’t help but feel sympathy “but what’s in it for you is richness and power, that’s more important” you nodded in agreement. 

“Alright, Thoman I’m choosing to trust you, do not make me regret my decision or I swear to our gods, I’ll be crueler than Loki, I’ll be more ruthless than our king and I will make sure you die painfully, other than that, I want you to proceed with the plan, and I expect you to report to me every day” you took a sip from your mead then got up, a slave took your plates away to wash them, “I promise you won’t regret it” Thoman beamed “promises are nothing, what matters are the actions” you unbraided your hair and headed to your bed “now please leave, it’s time to rest,” you said behind the curtain as you took off your dress, laying down under the fur.

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That night you had a dream, more of a nightmare, you dreamt of a serpent, crawling between you and Ivar, taking him away from you, wrapping itself around him, choking him, he didn’t fight it in your dream, you tried to rescue him but the serpent had a grip on him, you woke up panting, your hand on your heart, you must see him, you must see your husband.

You heard a knock on the door, two knocks, the code, you rushed to the door and opened it, still in your sleeping gown, it was him, in a cloak, men with him, loyal men, you looked frightened, you knew he wasn’t there to make you his queen like he always promised, no, there was something wrong “Ivar, what is it?” he limped inside and closed the door, “I do not have much time, Bjorn and Ubbe took over Kattegat, I must flee, Y/N, I want you to know that you are the only person I’ve ever loved with all of my heart, and if fate doesn’t bring us together again, I don’t want you to weep, but as long as I live I will try to come back to you” 

You felt tears running down your cheeks, you hated this, you wrapped your arms around him hugging him, holding into him “don’t leave me Ivar” you pleaded, he hugged you back, hiding his face into your neck, breathing your scent in, he shortly pulled away and caressed your cheek, his eyes were red, one with blood, the other with tears you noticed as you looked at him “we will meet again, here, or Valhalla, I promise I will come back for you” he whispered, placing a kiss on your lips.

“Then... take me with you” you whispered again “you are safer here, as long as they don’t know what we had, my brothers wouldn’t hurt you” he breathed in, you knew he was hiding his sobs for your sake, for the men’s sake, you knew because his voice was choked, as if it wasn’t his “would you do me one last thing?” he asked, looking at you deep in the eyes, memorizing every detail in your face “smile, I want to remember like that, happy” 

You sobbed, even more, he held you with one arm, you can’t believe it was actually happening, you were being separated from the love of your life and this time, he might never return, you wiped your tears off and looked at him, you smiled, even though your eyes were red, even though your tears haven’t dried yet “I love you, always remember this” he whispered before kissing you one last time, just like that, he left, leaving you all alone, he was gone, and he left you broken.

That night you didn’t sleep, you wept and wailed, and when you did later, he haunted you and it was like that for the rest of the nights, whenever you closed your eyes to rest, you saw him, you saw him laughing, crying, smiling, you saw him angry, happy, you saw him different every night, but all of your dreams end the same, with him leaving you.

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[hwalovs]

Humanities Wings | San

Pairing; San, Reader Warnings; Mentions of gore and death, Attack on titan Au! San’s a baby boy, You’re a fat bitch oops Genre; Angst, fluff Word count; 2k Summary; San decides to drop in while you’re doing paper, taking it upon himself, he decides to bring up an event from the recent expedition. 

A/n; i wrote this randomly while re-watching attack on titan edits over bts’ Not Today. 

The sun from the large window behind you wasn’t casting light in as it once was, and the soldiers once in the training grounds below were inside the mess hall eating the same boring food they got everyday. 

Your back and neck hurt, pains shooting down to your legs and hands cramping from the continuous paperwork Hongjoong insists you have to do as the captain. Commander Hongjoong was a great guy, the perfect person to be called Commander, truly. He had a stern gaze, did what was best for the rest of the regiment, and always knew when to call it quits while on expeditions outside the walls. 

You were the captain of the Special Operations squad, a squad containing soldiers that were more talented than the others; stronger, faster, more intelligent during expeditions. Your squad was the first made, you always picked between the top two from the top ten soldiers fresh from training. It wasn't a surprise that you’d lose one or two members from your squad every expedition. Always having to add a new person or two every spring after the most major expedition in the winter. Between the 5 members on your squad, one was never killed, always making it back by your side with only a scratch or two. His name was Seonghwa, top of his class and extremely skilled in all categories. 

Being said Captain of the Special Operations squad, it made you extremely important in the regiment. Being dubbed ‘Humanities Wings’ and Hongjoong’s closest friend. 

The other squad leaders didn't mind not being on top, they were all ranked by talent, the lowest being Squad Wooyoung. Wooyoung and his squad focused solely on experimenting and collecting data on the titans that lurked outside the walls surrounding the cities. Above him was Squad Yunho, Yunho was a quiet, gentle giant. Being one of your close friends and always giving the best hugs, he always lost the most squad members while on expeditions, some leaving a mark on his heart more than others. 

Last but not least, the man that came a close second to you, was Squad San. San was dubbed ‘Humanity's Strongest Soldier’ and with good reason, he was once a criminal in the underground city, fighting everyday to live. You were the only one that was able to beat him in hand to hand combat, which made his ego deflate just a little every time. His squad barely had any casualties, maybe once every two years. He got to choose his squad members just like you did, but got to choose from the top ten, not the top two like you. 

Glancing to the top of your desk, there laid a large bulky yellow envelope. Inside contained the two patches from the fallen in your squad, you reached up and grabbed said envelope. Opening it and holding the two bloodied patches in your hand while leaning back in your chair. One belonged to a new recruit, she looked scared before the expedition, and screamed bloody murder while being chewed in half by a titan. She hesitated going to kill it, causing her own doom. The other belonged to a boy you picked a few years ago, you didn't think he’d die, you blocked off how he died in your memory. 

Leaning down and opening the last drawer on your desk, you dropped the patches in, letting them lay with the other patches that already occupied the space. Sighing, you grabbed an empty sheet of paper and began writing a letter to their families, saying how they served humanity strongly and bravely. 

A knock at your door took your attention away from your writing, saying a quiet and rough “Come in,” before looking back down. 

The sound of the door opening echoed throughout the room, clicking of the uniforms leather boots against the floor coming closer to you before you heard them sit down in a chair in front of your desk. 

“You’re going to permanently form your neck like that if you continue to sit like that,” You sighed, looking up and meeting eyes with San. 

“I cant write sitting up straight like you can, you idiot. Now, what do you want? I have paperwork to sign and letters to write and send out before dinner,” You replied back, looking over his attire. The light brown cropped jacket every soldier is required to wear is nowhere to be seen, most likely propped up on the back of his office chair down the hallway. The cravat he wears around his neck blends into the crisp white shirt he wore. Contrasting deeply against his pale, yet healthy, skin. Usually after expeditions, every squad leader is assigned a mountain of paperwork, taking their attention away from social events, like meetings with their squad, and food, causing the usual glow they give off to fade into a pale color. 

“Just came to check on you- after all, you are my favorite squad leader,” he says while giving you a wide smile. His pearly white teeth on display, you glared at him, lips turned down into a sneer. 

“I’m your captain, higher ranking, you better remember that.” 

“Oh, I remember. I just really, really, like to tease you,” he said, arm coming up to drape over the back of the chair, leg coming up to cross the other. You shook your head slightly, sighing out softly before leaning back down to continue writing. 

Some days, San would bring in a book and sit down on the sofa, which was positioned along one of the walls in your office. He’d sit and read until you were ready to go eat, you always thought nothing of it. Other days he’d come in with arms full of packaged sweets and two cups of tea, exclaiming how you needed to cook off and to replenish your sweet supply so he wouldn’t have to worry about his own supply. He’d drop all the sweet on your desk abruptly, yet carefully put down the two elegantly decorated cups filled full tea. Each time he brought a cup, it would be different for you, yet the same for him, always black tea for him. 

“I was worried about you this time, you know,” he broke the silence, speaking softly. The pen scratching against paper stopped suddenly, breath coming short. Never, ever did you like talking about expeditions. It was a waste of time thinking back to how your comrades died gruesomely, grieving over people who you weren’t close to. San notices when you stop, not bringing your attention back to him.

“You shouldn’t have gone after him, you know, you both couldn’t die. Seonghwa would’ve been fine-“ 

“He would’ve died if I didn’t do what I did, he would’ve been torn apart and devoured if I didn’t push him,” you glared hard at him, he knew he shouldn’t be talking about it, he knew that you always get harsh and close yourself off anytime he brings up a close death to young Seonghwa, you always managed to save him. 

“How do you know? Maybe he was luring it so he could make a clean kill, maybe-“ you cut him off once again,

“Wooyoung checked his gear when we came back, it was broken, must have locked up when he went in for the kill. If I didn’t do what I did, he’d be dead right now. My best- my top soldier would be dead, and I cannot have that,” you stressed out, finally looking up to San. His lips pursed, looking down to the floor and grimacing slightly at how dirty it was.

“I know you did what you thought was right, but it would’ve cost you your life. Don’t you see that? The regiment would’ve lost their best soldier,” San said, his voice rising slowly as he continued. You narrowed your eyes, leaning back once more. 

“And what if It did, hm? I bet you’d be damn happy if I was gone, at least you wouldn’t have to fight for my title anymore,” you sneered, voice staying level. Sans featured morphed then, eyes narrowing and mouth opening slightly while scoffing. He rose from the chair, slamming his hands down on your desk, a loud ‘bang’ resonating around the room.

“My god, (y/n), you really think this of about some damn title?! I almost had a heart attack when I saw you go after him, I almost lost you. And for the love of god, I am not fighting for your title. I think you rightfully deserve it, not me. I came in here to tell you that I was worried and I was happy you’re alive, but you’re always that bitch aren’t you? Making everything about everybody else,” he yelled, you sat in shock, San never yelled at you like this. 

“Let me worry about you for once! Let me care about you because I want to, not because we’re comrades.” He stated, pushing up from your desk. He ran a hand through his dark hair, pushing it back from his eyes. 

You felt your chest contract then, heart dropping at what he was saying. Your stomach did a few flips, taking in how his eyes were full of hurt and anger. Have you taken it too far this time? 

Silence filled the office, his gaze casted to the floor. Either he was trying to find something to say, or waiting for your reply. 

“You know I don’t want anybody to worry about me, not with our line of work, San” you said softly back, finally finding your words. He chuckled softly, hands finding his hips. He looked back at your, red beginning to rim his eyes. You felt a bolt of worry shoot down your body, mind blurry and feet getting cold from blood loss. 

“Then I guess I should’ve found a different line of work, huh?” He sounded so hurt, so lost. 

“What did you come in here for, San, really,” you spoke softly, the thought of being any louder scared you, for the first time something scared you. 

“I came to talk to you, about this,” he gestured between you both, “but it seems like you don’t feel any type of way I do,” voice cracking, San takes a step back. You stand suddenly, and his eyes shoot up to yours as if you suddenly screamed out. You rounded your desk at the speed of light and wrapped your arms around his middle. You could feel his breathing stop, he didn’t move. 

You and San, captain and squad leader. There were unspoken feelings from between you both, you did take note in it all, in all of his hints. From the way he glanced at you during meetings, the way he sorted the candy so that you got all the good kind. How his brows furrowed when you took it too far during training, how he seemed close to tears when he saw you get smacked out of the air like a fly on an expedition years ago. How he would be the one waking you up when you slept in, making sure you got the best looking bread and the hottest soup during meals. How he would offer to take some paperwork so you didn’t have to overwork yourself.

“You never know what another person feels, San,” you began, cheek pressed against his chest. 

“I didn’t say anything since I wanted to protect us both, I didn’t-don’t-want to start anything if it means one of us will get hurt in the end,” his check collapsed with a sob, taking in your rejection hard, beginning to pull away. You quickly tighten your grip, fear lacing your veins. 

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel anything for you, because I do. I feel for you as strongly as you feel for me, but the last thing I want is for you to grieve over me,” finally he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest. 

“I could protect you, we could protect each other, we could make it work,” he pleaded, tear dropping from his nose to your cheek. You felt your eyes get hot, you never cried. 

“I just don’t want to lose you after this,” he whispered softly, leaning his chin on top of your head. 

You knew it was wrong, wanting to start something with him when the possibility of death was inevitable, but the never ending thought of having him, holding him, finally basking in the feelings you kept locked away in a cage so long, felt too good to let slip away once more.

“Okay” 

A\n; oops

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Frostbitten. Pt 2

Kirishima brings home a rare Ice Element egg to his King Bakugo. The King is expecting another dragon to serve him but his plans for domination are halted when you hatch. A half dragon half female who can breath ice but cant turn into a dragon.

Drakno; a made up slang word for someone who cant turn into a dragon

“What the hell did you say to me?”

“Pa..pa?”

You fell back once Bakugo shook you off his leg to stomp away from the room. He was so angry, what a useless dragon.. No , not even a dragon, a drakaina.. Useless, worthless, not worth his time. He kicked a door open stalking around the room till he found his throne and threw himself down in it to sulk and be a brood while his leg turned back to its normal color and stopped freezing.

Kirishima was quick to help you back on your feet and crouched down to get a good look at you, He sighed with the biggest smile on his face. He was not the only one anymore, sure, other dragons were around but he did not know any of them personally and this was his chance to get to know one and even raise it. He had to be careful though, if he upset the King in anyway or if .. you did.. He shook his head and gave you a hug laughing.

“So cute! I cant wait to get to know you , you need a name though.. Hm..”

You sat down looking at your hands and wings pulling them to your front to inspect them, a pretty foggy white blue , very pretty. The white blue scales on your body shined bright in the sunlight too. Kirishima had never seen a ice dragon before, and since he was a fire element dragon he was very curious, you were the opposite of him pretty much,

He patted your head giggling at the goosebumps appearing on his hand. “Hm.. Chilly, Chilla, do you like that?”

“Chill..a..?”

“Yep!”

Your cheeks had a faint red on them and you gave him a slight nod. “Kay.”

“Okay! Chilla it is!” he picked you up in his arms to show you around the castle.

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Bakugo was close by while Kirishima did his little tour , he had disgust written all over his face the entire time. What a useless thing to be doing, she will never leave this castle , better yet her room so why did she need to see everything in it huh?

You were very curious about everything you saw, it was a whole new experience for you since you had hatched not too long ago. Your body was adjusting to the sudden temperature drop and having this man carry you seemed to help. He felt really hot for some reason, it was cozy.. You leaned into him looking at everything with wide eyes. Kirishima rubbed your back while he showed you everything , the thought of the King changing everything unexpectedly hung in the back of his mind every second now though,,

“Uh..mm..” you tugged his red hair.

“Yeah?” Kiri looked down to see you looking a little sad. “Papa?” you pointed to Bakugo who was behind you a few feet away.

“Tch..” Bakugo turned his chin up walking away to his room and slamming the door,

Kiris smile faded from his face as he sat down in the nearby window looking out at the village that sat just at the end of the hill . “Chilla, papa is.. A little busy. But im fun too okay? I promise!”

You leaned into his arm nuzzling into it enjoying the warmth he gave off “wanna see.. When hes not busy..”

Kirishima got up with a long sigh falling off his mouth “ill see what i can do Chilla, are you tired?”

“Mmn..” you pulled a wing over your face and Kirishima started to walk to your room. “Okay, big brother Kirishima will see what he can do ..”

You were falling asleep by the time Kirishima got to your room, it was .. more of a closet than a room.

“I dont care, stick her in there” was what Bakugo told Kirishima, he tried his best to clean it up and make it look semi decent. He placed a bear fur stuffed with feathers in the corner along with some pelts and some pretty rocks that shined when put under the window. You liked it ..but..Kirishima did not.

He kneeled down to rub your head and move your bangs up with his thumb to see your pretty eyes. You were so cute.. Innocent .. . “Chilla… listen to me okay?”

“Sleepy..” you leaned into his arm and Kirishima had to sit down and place you on his leg .

“Hang on , you can sleep in a minute. “

“Ok…”

“When im… “ he leaned against the stone wall looking up at the small hole in the wall for a window. “When im not here, or i need to go take care of something. You have to stay in here okay? If i ever cant bring you here you need to go here yourself…” he was crushed. Absolutely crushed. Every single word broke his heart more and more. He wanted to teach you how to fly.. Show you the land.. Set sheep on fire.. Or well, freeze them. He knew you had high potential .. he just knew it..

“Stay .. here.. Or go here..”

“Yes Chilla..”

“Because .. papa.. Busy and Big Brother busy..”

That's what broke him. Completely broke his spirits. “Yes.. but i promise..” he hugged you trying not to cry. “Ill give you a good life -”

Snap

Kirishimas suddenly started to see red , his heart rate kicked up and his breathing got very heavy. His hands were starting to grow and his skin was turning red.

“Lock up the Drakno and go set something on fire. Bring back gold and food”

Kirishima put you on the animal fur bed and got up closing the door behind him. He went to the nearest window jumping out of it and turning into his dragon, flying off with only the orders from his King crossing his mind.

While Kirishima was out Bakugo tended to his castle and checked over everything. He wanted to conquer , winter was coming and he needed food and warmth. He needed to go with Kirishima before the first snow to gather everything he needed to survive the winter, and he needed too ..

The door to your room opened and Bakugo crouched down to see you rubbing the tired from your eyes. “Papa..” you sat up “papa not busy..?”

“Your coming with me, Drakno” he said, grabbing you and yanking you out of the bed and to the main room of the castle to the outside. It was chilly and very dark..

“Papa?” you asked him again , hugging his leg trying to get him to pick you up . “up.. Want up..”

“Freeze something , “

“Freeze?”

He flicked one of your horns . “these are going to be tough and rigid, great for headbutting castle doors open. And those wings are going to be even bigger … im going to train you to be a killing machine, so if you want my love, freeze. Something,”

You blinked a few times looking around then back up at him to see he had his arms crossed and not looking at you. “Just.. “ you exhaled seeing some ice fall to the ground. “More..” another big exhale , more ice.

You let go of Bakugos leg to take a few steps forward, eyeing a bee on a flower. You held your hands out to guide the ice onto the flower freezing it solid along with the bee.

“Good. now something bigger”

“Bigger?”

“Hurry up”

You scanned all around holding your bangs up to make it easier to see. Nothing was really around .. except for .. a stray falcon picking at some scraps. Your wings spread and you felt.. Different.. You just wanted Papas love..

A wicked grin slipped up bakugos face once he heard the screech of the bird.

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