#because they’re not defrosted

[heartshpedfx]

thinking abouttr cannibaliziing rcg

i want to gnaw on glenn’s femur so bad….

[stervrucht]

“We need to defrost the freezer,” Steve tells Eddie when he walks out carrying a tub of ice cream.

Eddie sighs, head resting on his hands while he overlooks the empty shop. “I wish someone would defrost my will to live.”

Steve finds it funny. In a guilty snort sort of way, because Eddie’s jokes are kinda dark and he isn’t sure if he’s supposed to laugh. But yeah, working at Scoops is a drag at times, and Steve understands it at some level.

It escalates from there. 

Steve will tell Eddie they’re out of hazelnut ice cream, and Eddie will get a look on his face that doesn’t promise anything good.

“I’ll hazel your nuts.” Eddie cocks his head, staring at him in that ridiculous sailor uniform with mischief painted on his face.

“What the hell does that even mean?” 

Steve tries to pretend he’s weirded out, but when Eddie laughs at him like that, Steve can’t help but crack up as well. 

But that’s the normal stuff — because sometimes Eddie’s comments are hard to play off, and Steve doesn’t really know whether he’s joking at all.

“Morrison really fucked us over with the new schedule.” Steve frowns at the paper on the wall because they got like four evening shifts that week, including Friday and Saturday, and it’s messing with his dating life — even though that’s barely hanging on by a thread right now.

“I wish you’d fuck me over,” Eddie says as he cleans the glass display window with lazy motions.

It makes Steve stop in his tracks; makes his mouth run dry and his heart rate pick up. But Eddie just stares at him, same smile as always, waiting for Steve to shoot something back.

“Maybe I should.” The words are out before he knows it and Steve feels a little mortified by how much he meant it. When he looks over at Eddie, his lips are slightly parted, cheeks a little red, and the hand cleaning the window has stopped in its tracks.

Steve thinks that maybe Eddie meant his words as well.

[cherie-doll]

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Summer With Them

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

ׂׂૢ Y’all have no idea how much i hate summer i defrost from vampire to weird nerd -1000 aura points or whatever they’re saying on the clock app

Anyways i finished this while at the laundromat

Ghost

Prefers summer nights to summer days or evenings

Sits on the porch at night with you listening to the cicadas sing

And during this time you can’t take showers together bc he won’t let you adjust the temperature, he takes his showers ice cold

Don’t ask me where I get this from but he vibes with that one Type O Negative song bc according to him it gives “summer” (iykyk)

Prob has sun sensitivity

Cannot leave the house without his sunglasses

And he avoids driving when the sun’s too bright

Soap

Bastard who enjoys summer #1

He likes summer because it means going down to the beach and showing off his muscles that stay clothed under uniform throughout the year

Wants to buy swimming trunks that’ll match your swimwear

He likes joining teens in volleyball and flying kites with kids

Loves going on walks on the beach at dawn and dusk

He once gave you a bad scare when making you think the dolphin fin in the water was a shark

Even if you’re at home he’ll drag you out of bed to join his morning walk and evening walks after dinner

Gaz

He’s content with summer

Will come up with tons of things to do

Picnics he prepares every weekend

Cloud watching

Catching fireflies in a jar and setting them free all at once to see them glow

Running his fingers through your hair as the breeze blows

Making lemonade together to stay cool outside

Buys a vintage camera to take lots of pics of you

On every evening walk you take together he picks something small like a leaf or flower and saves it

At the end of the season he gets everything together and creates a page in his scrapbook

Alejandro

Bastard who enjoys summer #2

He likes the feel of summer breeze on his bare skin and you look forward to seeing that ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Likes to sleep with the windows open at night

Blasts music

Carne asadas

Frequents the local ice cream shops to buy mangonadas

Throughout the entire summer your kitchen has fruits of all kind that he eats with tajin

Will take you for a drive around in his truck and then find a quiet little spot like a lake or mountain to park and sit on the truck bed watching the sky

Phillip Graves

Sits outside with sunglasses on and beer in hand

Calls for you to come out and sit with him to watch the sunset

Cookouts

Anytime you complain of the heat you better hope he’s not around to yap your ear off about some anecdote from when he was a child

“It’s hot” “Ain’t that hot” he responds whilst his face is sunburned bc he refuses to wear sunscreen

Will only wear sunscreen if you are able to catch him before he goes outside and apply it for him

Keegan

It seems like summer evenings are the perfect time to do stuff

For some reason likes to do things shirtless in summer: yard/garden work, mowing the lawn, washing the car..

You set up a chair on the porch to watch him

Falling asleep on a soft patch of grass under the shade of a tree

Will start a bonfire and sit around it with you for hours into the late hours of the night

Sometimes you’ll stay out so late with him that both of you fall asleep

König

He’s not fond of summer

Would prefer to stay inside but if you want to he’ll go out as well

Sprawls on the floor with the fan on

He’ll drive where you want to go and then sit in the car watching you

Prob keeps ice packs in a cooler to keep cool when going outside for a long time

He’d rather be outside when the sun starts to set and the sky turns orange

Sets up a hammock

Afternoon naps on the hammock with the gentle sway of the wind

Horangi

He likes summer and prepares for it

Just imagine him getting out a little backpack with a sunhat, sunglasses, sunscreen, water bottle, umbrella, cooling sleeves, etc…

That’s not for him tho that’s for you he puts on sunglasses and is good to go

During summer he loves going to markets and buying fruit bc that’s when it’s best

Lots of strawberries, grapes and tangerines

Constantly reminds you to wear sun protection

He likes being outside a lot actually and will take you to his favorite parks and places to hike

Nikto

The change of seasons does not affect him much

He’ll notice the change of weather one day and mention how much warmer it is

“It’s summer” “Oh, we should go camping soon…”

He’ll take you camping whether you like it or not insisting that you will like it

Sets a tent near the river to catch fish

He also likes to plant vegetables during the nice weather and bring them to you, proudly showing off his hard work rewarded

He likes to cook meals together and eat outside

[sethvzekiel]

141 + könig x cold! squadmate

gn! reader. lowkey inspired by widowmaker from overwatch, mostly platonic unless you squint. reader is very close to laswell in a platonic way + set backstory.

reader x price, gaz, ghost, soap, and 141! konig bc bias. messed with the timeline a little in post-mwii but they’re still 141 and recruited konig. 3k words.

part 2 here.

warnings: canon-typical violence mention. strong language.

callsign is azrael but only mentioned once or twice.

  price

Azrael. Angel of death. What the hell did you do to get a callsign like that? Price was almost afraid to ask — if it’s anything like Ghost’s callsign, it can’t be a happy story.

Your file was almost entirely blacked out, but the scant few that he could read was impressive, if not bloody. Laswell always called on you for her most delicate tasks, plenty of it related to human trafficking and stealth operations. You’re not tied to a single company, more a solo merc than a soldier among many, but you’ve served alongside enough armies that your lack of a badge doesn’t matter.

And there’s that feeling again in Price. The dulled rush of anticipation, of knowing that he’s got a good one in his hands, bursting with potential. Laswell recognized it the moment she saw him reading your file for the first time.

“Don’t poach all my good men, Price,” she sighed, but gave him your contact details, regardless.

He wasn’t surprised that you turned him down. Your file was rather explicit in telling him that you’re more a lone wolf than a mainstay. But by the fifth rejected call, he had to play the ‘Laswell’s Christmas drinking buddy’ card and get her to convince you.

It was then that he'd seen you in person for the first time, in the cold light of one of Laswell's safehouses, and it'd be a cold day in hell before Price lets himself get intimidated by anyone, but hell was feeling a little chilly that night.

Still, he'd recruited Ghost. He'd recruited König. Surely, he knew how to handle you.

…right.

Your problem, which Laswell already warned him about, was that while you followed his orders in a professional sense, there was a difference between obedience and genuine respect, the second of which you’d only reserved for Laswell.

Price wasn’t particular about demanding respect from anyone and everyone, but he also had the urge to help you open up, to untangle that knot of bitterness and cold that kept you silent. Yet the distance between your ranks was too wide, with a wall of ice damn near impenetrable for Price. Not that he was the type to give up when faced with such challenges.

If you smoked, he’d easily offer a cigar, but if you didn’t, he’d do most of the talking as you silently stood by him during his smoke breaks just by his office window.

You reminded him a little of Ghost that way, ever the silent shadow with haunted eyes and an icy composure. You also insisted on calling him Captain, which wouldn’t have been an issue if not for how robotic you sounded, even in small talk.

When it got around that Gaz managed to get you to warm up, Price felt half relieved, and half like he'd just been upstaged. That was his job as captain, damn it. He watched you grow from the sidelines, slowly defrosting as you spent more time with the others. 

The day after your first leave together out to the pub, he wanted to shut Soap up because of how much he bragged about you taking care of him. Something about you giving him hangover cures and making him food. But he couldn’t have been prouder when he told Laswell the same story.

During your smoke break chats by the window, Price always gave you advice through his stories and musings.

It was only on the last day of your contract that you said anything yourself.

“Kate trusts you.” You spoke suddenly, under the moon of a quiet night.

Price didn’t respond immediately, afraid to break the sudden fragile atmosphere between you two, and silently urged you to continue.

“...she was captured on your watch.” The accusatory sting in your tone was like a knife in the dark.

Price dipped his head low. “And we fought like hell to get her back. We don’t leave our men behind.”

“I know.”

A long silence followed. You were assessing him. Mulling over whether this task force was worth your time or Laswell’s trust. Price could see it in your eyes, and as much as he’d want to convince you to stay right there, that olive branch was already extended a long time ago by Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and even König. As captain, it was his duty to keep you in line. As Price, he wanted to earn your trust. To trust you himself to make that decision.

When his last cigar for the night burned low, the sliver of smoke joining the creeping sunrise, you hummed.

“See you later, Price.”

You retreated back into his office, and from behind him, Price heard the rustle of paper. You left without another word.

He might have rushed to his desk to see what you’d done to his paperwork, and a low, rough chuckle bubbled from within his chest.

You signed his offer.

ghost

‘Laswell’s attack dog.’ That was the cruel summary of your file.

Ghost was the first person Price consulted with on getting you in the team. From how Price and Laswell described you, it slowly dawned on Ghost just how much Laswell trusted you.

If the 141 fails, Laswell will send you.

Naturally, that made Ghost a little wary of you. He trusted Price, he trusted Laswell, but he didn't trust this outlier. You're another sniper, too. Just what he needed after König joined up. Wonderful.

He wasn’t subtle in his caution against you, but it wasn’t supposed to be subtle. It was a warning.

You didn’t cause trouble. Quite the opposite, in fact: you were quiet. Too quiet. Always tending your gear or spending hours at the range, seeming to only have the next battle in mind. He had to check the security feed to make sure that you were going to your room at night and getting food instead of living at the range 24/7.

By that point he’d decided to go to the range and see you for himself.

“Where’d you learn?”

He couldn’t help but ask as you perfected a whole round of targets. You weren’t startled by his presence, already having heard his quiet steps long before he saw you.

“Picked it up as a habit,” was your frosty reply. “Then did it for money.”

“How old were you?”

“Ask Kate.”

There it was. He had his suspicions about how you came to be so attached to Laswell. If you’d served in enough missions, or if there was something deeper than that, with how you would kill for her without question or how Laswell trusted your strength, yet still discreetly asked Price to keep an eye on your well-being.

“Suppose I won’t,” he said, and that was enough for your to pause and turn back to him.

“Thought you were grilling me for info, LT.”

“I know when not to pry. You better not bring old enemies to us.”

“The dead can’t walk.”

Were you cold? Distant? A bit mean? Yes, yes, and yes. But Ghost was patient. So long as you weren’t a threat or nuisance to the team, you could stay. You were even one of the more obedient ones, so he wasn’t complaining.

That changed when he partnered with you on the field for the first time. It was also your first mission with the others, as you were usually the sniper from the far back instead of charging in with them.

Amid the sands and gunpowder, you were a machine. No enemy slipped past your combined strength, and you complemented each other’s combat styles perfectly. He goes in with the heavy fire while you shot down snipers like you already knew exactly where they were.

“Fuckin’ splendid, soldier,” he said on the way back, when everyone else was asleep.

“I try, sir.” 

He looked forward to training with you from then on, silently one-upping each other’s skills from shooting to sparring in an endless chase to the top. The competition grew notorious enough that other soldiers began approaching you for advice on how to improve themselves or to compliment your skills, garnering a reaction from you that only Ghost could tell was embarrassment.

Despite not being as close to you as the rest, your standoffishness and frigid personality were things that Ghost was familiar enough with that he could see right through you. 

“Aw no, another Ghost?” Soap once complained when Price sent them your file. Ghost had only scoffed then at the ridiculous notion.

Now, though, as you silently fussed over your teammates while insisting that you weren’t at all concerned, it made him feel a little warm inside.

Nothing wrong with a second Ghost if it meant more people looking out for his comrades.

And with how you seemed to have König wrapped around your little finger, Ghost could at least trust you with keeping him in line.

  gaz

He can’t explain why, but there’s something about you that reminded him of his old anger; the frustration he had with how much injustice the world let slip between the cracks, the helplessness he’d felt before he met Price.

Your relationship with Laswell… it’s a little like his own with Price, but in the place of brotherhood or mentorship is something quiet and mournful, the kind of loyalty forged out of a dark place. It’s clear that you view Laswell as a kind of savior, the type you’d owe your life to. It’s the only way to explain why you only come back to her.

Gaz kept his distance, unlike Soap. He could tell when you needed space and respected it — unlike Soap. Or Price. Or — he couldn’t believe it — Ghost. It’s just Gaz being respectful, definitely not related to feelings of intimidation or fear. Maybe.

Funnily enough, it’s that wordless consideration of your alone time that made Gaz the first person you warmed up to. It was only a brief chat about when the next resupply for ammo comes in. You’d been running low for a while and your kit is rather specialized, but Gaz was the first you’d spoken to without hostility or work in mind.

With that ice broken, the next conversations were slow-going, but easier. Shared watch duty where Gaz babbled mindlessly about everything he'd been thinking about, just to keep himself awake, while you listened silently, but intently.

Gaz didn't know that you were actually paying attention until you started setting out his favorite tea in the morning without a word or clearing your throat before entering a room because he hated getting startled. Those were things he'd only told you at night, when he thought you were barely tolerating him.

Instead of a terrifying shadow, he started to see the human side of you. The considerate side that you tried to hide with a bitter scowl when he brought it up. Dare he say it, it was a little endearing, like the grumpy stray cat he used to feed as a kid.

When the rest of the 141 noticed, he'd automatically been designated as your unofficial 'translator.' He could decode any of your blank (and sometimes terrifying) expressions to the letter.

"Quit it, Soap, they need a nap."

"Captain, you're bumping into their injured shoulder, sir."

"LT, might want to hide your tea stash, think they saw your cup."

"König, come back! We just wanted to compare gear!... Eh, sorry mate, he's gone."

"What d'you want, black coffee or... latte? Huh. Two lattes, please."

Usually, when you'd be paired up with Gaz, you're the sniper supporting him from far away. Your quiet murmur over the comms, even in a firefight, instantly calmed him down and Gaz swore that he worked better when he knew you were watching him.

Post-mission naps on your shoulder didn’t sound too bad, either. That was a privilege he wasn’t going to give up to anyone. No matter how annoying about it Soap got.

soap

We know Ghost's attitude didn't stop Soap from getting all buddy-buddy with him.

But even then, your demeanor, as sharp as a coldsnap and twice as biting, gave him pause. He's spoiled with reactions from other people to his presence, whether it's reciprocated friendliness or annoyance at his energetic personality. Total apathy, with a tinge of hostility, only came from Ghost and you. And Ghost warmed up to the guy already, so your silence bothered him a little.

Not that he hated you, but it stirred a competitive urge to challenge your coldness and finally get you to crack.

Mercifully, he somehow didn't end up getting killed in the process of fighting for your attention. He's not subtle about it, though: other people on base always referred to him as your 'pet dog' when he's looking for you.

"Hey, your Scottish Terrier came by, was yowling for your attention."

"Put your dog on a leash, would you? He won't stop interrupting R&D to ask where you are."

"Feed your pup, sergeant, he looks pitiful from over here."

But you didn’t look down on him the way others do. You didn’t see some kid trying to play hero, who got lucky because Price took a shine to him and had no other skills to speak of. You looked down on him the same way you did at everyone else: a detached gaze from your metaphorical ice castle, nothing more. And in a twisted way, it’s refreshing.

When he found out that you'd gotten close with Gaz before anyone else, he was ready to whine. Ghost certainly got the worse end of his complaints. Since then, he'd butt into yours and Gaz's conversations, especially when you started joining the boys for lunch instead of eating alone.

It was only on your first leave together, your first civilian outing, that Soap realized that you were closer than he'd thought.

While he was drinking at the pub, you carefully watched him, silently looking out for signs of him getting too drunk, at which point you'd begun secretly ordering watered-down versions of his drink until it was practically juice. 

Even with how wasted he was, he saw through your trick, but all was forgiven by the next morning when you'd cared for him through his hangover in your own, grumpy way. You even cooked breakfast for him, but he wouldn’t tell you that it was practically tasteless and mostly hangover cures. The thought counts, right?

And wow, he would not stop rubbing the fact that you took care of him all over 141’s faces.

“Watch your back, Gaz. I’ll be takin’ your spot soon!”

“Johnny, it’s two in the fucking morning.”

“You can’t be their favorite and Price’s at the same time. Pick one!”

“No. Besides, think König is second to me, not you.”

“The fuck?”

könig

You reminded him of the deep winters of his deployments in the north. Cold, cruel, yet beautiful. Sorrowful. Lonely. Silent. Calming.

Make no mistake, the first few months with you around, König was sure he was going to have a breakdown. Your lightless stare bored holes into him, no matter how hard he tried to hide from your field of view. It took enough of his energy to resist the urge to hide behind any of his new 141 teammates. Seriously, how did he get along better with Ghost than with you when you didn't even have a mask?

It didn't matter if you’re built like Ghost or the scrappiest operator around: your chilling aura always left König with his hands clammy and breaths a little short.

If Gaz pre-friendship was giving you space, König was running from you at first sight.

But when König watched you grow close with the rest of the 141, his sharp eyes catching that lightning-fast flicker of tenderness on your face, it was over for him. He had to see it again, like sunlight glancing off fresh ice.

Cue the big guy trailing after you helplessly, like a fidgety shadow, that the other 141 members politely pretended to ignore. Not that he's any good at hiding.

König may have done a good job at absolutely shattering his terrifying image with his actions at base, but when you're on the field, he's an entirely different person.

A beast. A hunter. A king of the battlefield. He's covered in blood from head to toe, glee rushing through his veins as he bludgeoned two men with his bare hands. For a moment, he wondered if you would be impressed with his kill count. You must be. Then he thought for another moment. Then another.

And he remembered that you were his partner for this mission, and that no, this was not a good look for him.

Slowly, horrified, he turned back to you. You looked over the aftermath: a warehouse filled with bodies, not all of them slain with bullets, and broken weapons. König barely heard you convey your victory to Captain Price over the comms, even if you were right in front of him.

It was only when you clapped him on the arm that he snapped to attention: both from your touch and the miniscule smirk on your lips.

"Don't forget to watch your six."

"You... are not... afraid?"

"Just glad I'm not on your bad side. Let's go."

On the next missions, König would restrain his bloodlust a little, if only to see you in action himself. You moved smoothly and quietly, just like a shadow leaving death in your wake. He watched you snuff out an entire enemy safehouse without anyone noticing. 

You truly were the Angel of Death, going from door to door, taking lives like it was divine decree. There was never a more beautiful sight.

König was... stuck to you like glue, to say the least. He'd slowly begun joining you at target practice, or sparring, or running into you around the base and coincidentally offering his help with the reports you meant to file.

Whether you noticed or not, he didn’t care. Actually, he wouldn’t mind if you noticed how helpful he’d been. The more you saw him as reliable, the more you’d be willing to be his buddy on the field, yes? And the more he’d get to see you in action, no?

Now, if only the others would stop hogging you for a second… he could interrupt that conversation you were having with Ghost… if Ghost wasn’t looking… any time now…

[sinsatmidnight]

30 Years Later

Pairing – Kim Minji (JiU) x Male Reader

Words - 3101

Sins – Smut, oral, sumata, shower sex

So...it's been a while. I have not been keeping up with what goes on Tumblr, I have to admit, and nor have I read any (most? I may have read a couple during this period) of the many stories that people have started after I stopped. I'm inevitably rusty, but I had this draft I started a long while back that I somehow got into the mood to finish, so I figured I may as well post it, just for fun. Maybe someone will enjoy it. Hopefully you like it if you read it! And no, I don't expect a significant uptick in activity from me, but I may pay more attention to some of the other stories being written. Working on this was not quite the healthiest thing (because uh, I may have overused a certain part of my body the last couple of days) and let's just say one of the reasons I'm posting this is because it already had a significant bit written. But I kinda wanna subject myself to more of this...abuse(?) now. Ugh I'm rambling, but anyways, hope everyone has a good day (or night)!

(2130 hours, 20 September 2220, Eternity)

It started out muffled. The droning sound breaking into your consciousness, jolting it to life. You have no idea what it is. Or where you are, for that matter. Your eyes are closed. But your ears are sharper now that your mind is actively concentrating on listening.

A voice. Female. You can’t make out words but she sounds calm. And then your eyes slowly open, almost as though forced open by an outside force. That’s when you remember.

“Condition is stable, consciousness gained, cryo pods are opening.” That calm, droning female voice comes through clear to you now. There is a soft hiss as the transparent door of your cryo pod slides to the side. The light outside your pod is quite soft, and yet at the moment to your eyes, it is blinding. Disoriented by your awakening, you lay in the gel bed as you try to get your bearings.

“Eden? Status update…oh, and what is the current date and time?”

The ship’s AI, Eden, responds in the electronically generated calm tone that all shipboard Ais use. “Welcome back, Commander. All of the Eternity’s systems are currently running optimally. All crew members are in good health. It is currently 2130 hours, 20 September 2220.”

Your mind does the math easily despite just coming back from the induced cryo-sleep. Thirty years. Well, that would be right. Crew members were supposed to be woken up after thirty years to run manual checks on the ship’s condition and look over all data collected automatically by ship sensors and the AI. They stay up for two weeks and then go back into cryo-sleep. And after the first thirty years, this is repeated every five years.

Your mind remembers that crew members aren’t woken up alone, they’re normally woken up in pairs as an additional safety measure. One person who can handle technical or mechanical issues on the ship, which in this case is you, and one more person who is medically trained to check on the sleeping crew and in case of medical emergency.

Your gel bed is softening; rapidly melting as you defrost and becoming less of a gel and more of a slime. A marvel of human technological ingenuity; the clear gel froze quickly, was non-toxic in case of accidental ingestion, while also serving as a shock-absorbent and anti-bacterial bed for cryo-sleep.

You need to get out and check who else was awakened with you. As your hands reach and hold on to the sides of the pod, you realise that you have an erection. Your mind immediately jumps back thirty years prior, to the minutes right before the crew enter cryo-sleep. It might have been from thirty years ago, but those are your last waking memories and they feel like just minutes ago instead.

You remember undressing before you enter your cryo pod; cryo-sleep has to be done naked and trying to unpeel clothing frozen to a person for years is painful. And that was when your eyes caught sight of the occupant of the pod opposite you.

With long dark hair and incredibly kissable lips, combat medic Kim Minji drew attention wherever she went. She was tall, gorgeous and had a body that drew a reaction from your own. As you watched her unzip her white bodysuit and slip out of it, stripping off her underwear and getting naked, you felt the blood rush to your penis and you were glad that she was too preoccupied with her own cryo-sleep preparations to look over at you. You ended up getting frozen before your erection could soften.

Back in the present, another female voice that definitely wasn’t Eden’s cuts into your thoughts. “You’ve had that for thirty years, Commander?’

As you stumble out of the pod, the melting gel dripping all over the floor, your eyes immediately catch sight of Kim Minji’s naked body standing outside her pod, the clear slime dripping off her body and giving it a shimmering sheen under the soft white lights of the cryo chamber. You quickly realise two things: that Kim Minji is your medically trained partner that you’re going to be alone with for the next two weeks and that your erection won’t be going down anytime soon despite your embarrassment at getting caught. You technically outrank her, but that doesn’t matter when there’s just two people awake on the ship.

Minji’s gaze is fixed upon your groin and very obvious erection and a smirk plays on her red lips. “Oh, Minji, I-“

Before you can think of an excuse, Minji cuts in. “Thanks for the compliment, I guess. I’ve never had a guy have a boner for me for that long.”

You smile sheepishly and try to change the subject. “Let’s go wash up before we start work.” At the far end of the cryo chamber was the doorway to another smaller room. A shower chamber with a row of showerheads which to wash off the slime with warm water before you got dressed. There were no partitions, they didn’t bother with them, given that everyone is naked in the cryo chamber anyway. And anyone outside the showers can see into them, given that the walls and doors are made of transparent shatter-proof glass.

You drip clear slime onto the silvery metallic floor beneath your bare feet and the metal doesn’t feel cool to your touch, but given that you were completely frozen minutes ago, that’s understandable. The two of you make your way towards the shower chamber, walking past the other cryo pods which stand up at 45-degree angles, glancing at the naked bodies of other crew members stored in cryo-sleep within them. The water from the shower feels warm to you, a nice comfortable temperature. Minji is next to you, the water flowing over her naked and fit body. It's not helping your erection. Her voice cuts into your thoughts. "I can feel some slime on my back still, could you help me scrub it off?" You hesitate for a moment but then your hand reaches forward and runs over her smooth back, swiping the slime off. You feel Minji's body shiver at your touch, and she lets out a soft moan.

You are sure that your erection is pointing straight up now. Not that it wasn't before, but this situation is just prolonging it.

"Oh, that's nice. Can you do it a little lower, please?" She asks, and your hands move further down. Your hands are caressing her pert ass now, the soap lather coating it and making it feel smooth. Minji is letting out soft moans and you are enjoying touching her. As you wash her ass, your fingers stray between her legs, rubbing against her dripping vaginal folds. She is wet and it is not the water causing this.

"You're doing a great job, Commander. But there's a lot more I need you to wash for me." You turn her around so that she is facing you. You look into her eyes and she is biting her lower lip. Minji has a perfect pair of breasts, firm but soft and a nice handful. They are covered with soap lather now and you find your hands moving forward to massage her tits. You pinch her pink nipples, feeling her tremble as you touch her. Minji leans into you, her wet body pressing against yours. She feels hot to the touch, as though her temperature has gone up.

"Look, I really feel like I should help you with that boner of yours." Minji whispers breathily. "Can I do that for you, Commander?" She has already reached down and taken your hard length in her hand, her thumb rubbing the head of your cock, spreading the precum that had gathered. She gives your cock a gentle tug, and it takes all of your willpower to not cum on her right then and there.

"Fuck, Minji, that's- that's fine." You let out an odd mix of strangled gasp that ends in a muttered assurance, as her soft hand continues to firmly stroke your erection.

"Thanks, Commander. I appreciate it." Minji presses those incredibly kissable red lips up against yours, and her tongue hungrily comes out to play. You reciprocate, even as your hands are busy continuing to explore her body. Her hands, on the other hand, are one of the most pleasurable experiences you’ve ever had as your wet cock is deftly and smoothly pumped and stroked.

With a wink, Minji drops to her knees, the water from the showerhead splashing her face and wetting her long hair. She presses her tits together and wraps them around your throbbing shaft.

It feels good and your body instinctively thrusts forward, your hips rocking back and forth, fucking her breasts. Your balls are tensing up, and you can tell you aren't going to last long. It is smooth and slick between her breasts and the tip of your cock is rubbing up against her lips with her tongue comes out to tease the tip. Your eyes stare at her as she looks back at you and with a smirk, Minji parts her lips, taking the head of your cock into her mouth.

The tip of her tongue swirls around the sensitive head, licking up the precum that continues to leak. Then, she starts bobbing her head forward and back, taking more and more of your shaft into her mouth, eventually releasing your cock from between her tits. Minji hums contentedly as she sucks and swallows your cock, and her hand is wrapped around the base, pumping you in time with the movements of her head. Minji’s other hand has drifted between her legs, and she starts to furiously masturbate as she blows you. Her slender fingers plunge in and out of her leaking vagina as she keeps her thumb vigorously rubbing her engorged clit.

As you lock eyes with the gorgeous medic on her knees in front of you, she gives you a sultry look, her lustful eyes peering into yours as she sucks you off. Minji’s expert tongue swirling around your shaft and the vibrations of her moans as she takes your dick deep into her throat very quickly becomes too much for you. Your hands need to grab something, to get control.

Your fingers run through her long hair and roughly grab hold of her head, pulling her towards you as you thrust into her mouth hard. You hear her gag a little, but she doesn’t stop with her movement. You feel the pressure building up, and your hips are moving of their own accord. Your cock is hitting the back of her throat, and your balls are tightening.

With a moan, you cum in her mouth. Thick spurts of cum erupt from your dick and fill her throat. She swallows it all, and stands up, licking those red lips. "That was tasty. It’s not every day you get to taste cum stored up for thirty years."

You barely register her words, breathing heavily. That was the most intense orgasm of your life. Your cock is still hard, but Minji is seemingly satisfied. For now.

Or maybe not. She steps away from you, and turns around, bending over. Her shapely ass is facing you, and her pussy is glistening. She looks back at you and wiggles her hips. "Can you help me clean down here too, please?"

You can't refuse Minji’s request. You have to return the favour, after all. You move towards her and rub her pussy. It is dripping wet, and her juices are flowing freely. You stick a finger inside her and feel her walls clench around it. She lets out a gasp, and pushes her hips back, as if wanting more.

"Oh, I really need it, Commander." She pants, as you continue to finger her. You pull out, and she lets out a groan. "Why did you stop?"

"Just making sure you're ready for me." You reply as you give her pert ass a quick spank, drawing a low moan from the medic. You position your cock at her entrance and push inside her.

She gasps and whimpers as you enter, and you feel her pussy walls tighten around your shaft. You start to thrust into Minji’s soaked pussy, and she groans while pushing her hips back to meet your thrusts. You grab her hips and pull her closer, helping her out in an attempt to get ever deeper inside her. She cries out in pleasure, as you fuck her as hard and fast as you.

It doesn’t take long before you are getting close to climax, and she is too. You can feel her walls tightening around your shaft, and her breathing is getting faster. You grip her hips tightly and pound her harder.

"Commander!" She moans, as she orgasms. Her juices flow over your cock, and you can't hold back any longer. You pull out of her and explode all over her ass and back, creating a sticky mess there. And then you plop down on the ground, all this exertion so soon after coming out of cryo-sleep has taken a lot out of you.

You both pant, catching your breath. Minji crawls over and kisses you deeply. "Thanks, Commander. I can't wait to work with you for the next two weeks." You can only nod breathlessly in response, your tongue wrestling with hers. Minji breaks the kiss and stands up, with her back to you. “Well, going to need your help with this mess here. Your fault, so you clean it up, sir.” Your gaze goes over her cum-glazed skin and you stand up to grab a sponge from the side of the room, lathering it up with some body wash from a dispenser. You start to work on cleaning her up, using the sponge to get your semen off her skin. But Minji is inherently distracting. It is clear whenever you touch her that she is affected by it. You hear some sighs of pleasure, even the occasional whine when your hands leave her.

This inevitably affects you and you are somehow hardening again down below. You make a split-second decision and suddenly press Minji's wet body up against the wall. You swiftly follow that up by sliding your semi-erect dick in between her soaked creamy thighs. You start to thrust in between her thighs, making sure that you brush against her pussy fold throughout.

"Oh, you're naughty, sir." Minji pants lustfully. You can feel the warmth of her vagina radiating through your thrusting member. You are quickly erect once more. This feels even better than her sucking and giving you a titfuck. "How is this, Minji?" You whisper into her ear.

"Fuck, Commander. That's… that's really good. Really, really good." She whimpers breathily, her body pushed up against the transparent wall, tits first. Your cock continues to slide between her thighs, teasing her pussy. You are both covered in soapy suds, the water from the shower spraying and splashing on the both of you. Her skin feels silky smooth and slippery to the touch. With each thrust, her ass and thighs clap loudly. You reach forward and fondle her tits, her nipples hardening and her breathing quickening. You keep thrusting, enjoying the feeling of her soapy thighs wrapped around your shaft. Minji is moaning and gasping with each thrust, and her breathing is getting faster.

Her legs are trembling, and her juices are flowing freely, mixing with the soap suds and water. Your balls slap against her clit, and she cries out in pleasure, her whole body shaking. You reach forward and grab her wrists, pinning her to the glass wall. She lets out a moan and arches her back. You kiss her neck and shoulders and continue to fuck her soapy thighs. She is whimpering and moaning with every thrust, and her juices are flowing freely, making her inner thighs and your cock very slick and slippery.

Your thrusting becomes faster and more urgent. Minji is definitely close to climaxing; you hear her moans and whimpers are getting less coherent and more urgent; you’re sure you catch some lust fuelled whining and babbling about wanting your cum and something about being fucked hard. Your cock is slamming against her pussy, and her walls are clenching around it, her juices leaking out. She is breathing heavily, and her legs are trembling.

You release one of her hands and guide it down to her clit, prompting her to start rubbing it furiously. Her fingers are a blur, and her moans become louder and more urgent. You continue to fuck those soaped-up milky thighs of hers, and she is practically screaming in pleasure, her voice echoing off the walls of the shower room. Not that you had to care about anyone hearing you. You did have an odd sort of audience in the rest of the crew outside in cryo-sleep, just beyond the transparent wall you have pressed Minji against.

Your cock is twitching and pulsating, and you can feel the pressure building up. You are both close to that final edge, and the only sounds are your heavy breathing, the splashing water, and the loud clapping sound of her ass and thighs slapping against your cock and balls.

You thrust forcefully into her thighs a few more times, and then you erupt. Your thick, creamy load sprays onto her thighs and the transparent wall, coating them in your semen. Her body shudders, and she cries out, reaching her own climax. Her juices flow over your shaft, and she slumps down, exhausted. You follow suit and collapse next to her. You both lie there for a while, trying to catch your breath. You do catch out of the corner of your eye, that Minji takes a few licks of your cum from the wall.

The two of you eventually manage to finish your shower and dry up, with you eyeing Minji the whole time as she puts that white bodysuit back and zips it back up. She catches your eye, bites her lip, and then smirks naughtily. You’re both relieved and regretful that your cock is worn out and needs rest. That would have brought it back up. You and Minji are both very well aware that you don't actually have much to do over the next couple of weeks, other than the occasional diagnostic check of the ship’s systems and such. The ship’s AI, Eden was there to handle the heavy lifting. And so, you're very much looking forward to the next couple of weeks alone with Minji.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 205

Now let it be said that not a single one of their team (“Does it count as a team if it’s just the three of us?” “Um, what about the Superman clone here??” “Four was the same number of the original League, so yeah we’re a team!”) were expecting to stumble across much of anything deeper in the Cadmus Labs. 

They’d already discovered- and released- the super secret super-boy clone after all, so that was the big thing discovered and taken care of! Only they had uh, found something else, another tube even deeper with the room practically frozen, while trying to find the way out. 

Now normally, opening the big tube would be a bad idea! But they had a bunch of creatures and security and whoever else on their tails, and hey, why not fight fire with fire and escape while everything was distracted? 

Only when things start to defrost they- the sidekicks who are not sidekicks thanks- are really alarmed and starting to worry about what the fuck is inside. Because the cryogenic-liquid-whatever tube is way bigger than they thought, and the files that Robin hacked refers to whatever is inside as a quote, potentially world-ending dangerous entity. 

And it’s not even fully defrosted before it starts to break free. One clawed hand- and then another, and another and another- grip onto the broken material, green dripping from where tubes were shrugged free. Its hair shifts and weaves in the air as though underwater, opalescent and each strand shimmering a different color. 

It’s absolutely massive, humanoid with long tapered ears and a cacophony of differently shaped horns floating above its head. They’re wary, suddenly remembering every single lecture about dangerous unknowns as it shakes the liquid from a body that appears almost scaled, eight arms easily lifting itself so that it may step out. 

They’re also suddenly reminded of the danger they’re in from other things when there’s a crash against the door, like one of those gynomorph tank things had slammed against it. It also causes the being’s head to snap up from where they were seemingly watching the liquid pool beneath them, nine eyes opening from their previously half-lidded position. 

A deep rumbling noise echoed around the room as it stopped slouching, showing just how tall it was while three tails lashed in what was obviously some sort of agitation. When they speak, it’s not in any language the three of them know, but Superboy’s head snaps from the door towards them, eyes suddenly wide in child-like wonder. 

(“Oh! It’s a baby~”)

Why yes, Even more of Tiamat Class Prompts- but Humanoid!

[calissarowan]

I was thinking, what if, because Omega is actually a prison and you can’t legally just dump people in prison with no trial, and the wizards appeared to actually be guarded in some kind of cave in the comics, the wizards actually did have to stand trial? Like the Council of Light sent in a team to fetch them from that ravine the Winx dropped them in, brought them out defrosted them, and brought them to the Fortress of Light to be officially sentenced. And they’d have magic dampeners and chains and such, but they probably wouldn’t be necessary, because even a few days in ice is probably enough to make fighting back seem pretty damn impossible, not to mention that they’d all probably be sort of in shock from getting defeated, frozen, and losing Duman. Maybe even thinking they'd have thought they’d lost each other, because how would they have seen if each other had shattered or not? They can’t move; not even their eyeballs.

So they’d just get taken to the Fortress and have to get sentenced, and they’re just freezing and bereaved, but Ogron’s probably got to pull himself together to try and defend them, to keep them from going back to Omega, but it’s all for nothing anyway, because this is all just a formality, so they get sent right back to Omega, but this time it’s a secure, monitored area, not just the bottom of a ravine, and they’re sent back on that ship that transports the Trix, because that ship had a cool design and I want some structure in terms of how people get sent to Omega.

@niklaushenning, I don’t know why, but I thought you might find this interesting.

[atlasofthestaars]

hii! this is my first time requesting ever, but I just love your writing so much that I just have to ask:

can i request general headcannons with mk1 Bi-Han and female reader? if you’re comfortable with writing nsfw, can i also ask for some of those? I dont have anything specific in mind but im just dying for you to write more for Bi-Han, i think you write him soo well.

if you can’t/don’t want to do those, its totally ok! i just had to request from my favorite mk writer. thank you soo much!! 🫶🏽

ps. I LOVE NEW ERA SO MUCHHH UGHH

notes: oops i should have done these. a LOT sooner LMAO. idk if my headcanons are gonna be unpopular or not but this is how I see the bastard (only semi affectionately) most of these don’t really apply to female reader until the NSFW tbh, but even then I’m not too descriptive? I kinda wrote these informally but at the same time, very analytical?? You’ll see HAHA these are more like my rambles than shorter hcs. I probably should have made the NSFW parts sexier sounding LMAO they’re very like, analytical.

I also can probably do more of these if you guys want?? I just kinda wrote whatever but I’m certain I could write tons more  HAHA

Btw ty for liking New Era and being so patient for your wait ! <3

SFW

Bi-Han would only be with a partner, imo, if he truly loves them. Loyalty, trust, etc. are all important to him. To be with a person for the sake of being in a relationship imo is not his style. Especially if his father wanted an arranged marriage? He would not be happy with it. He can rule by himself, thank you very much. 

When Bi-Han loves you, he loves you. He may not say it much, but he does. It is not as if he thinks saying “i love you” is stupid. No, he understands it is important, he just knows that you know already. In rare moments where he is nearly overwhelmed with affection for you, he’ll say it first. But I think it is more likely he would only say a simple “i love you too” after you say it.

I can’t imagine Bi-Han to be the type of person to fall for someone at first sight or jump into dating someone quickly. I think the only way he’d fall for someone is to be friends with them first and slowly he’d fall, then the feelings would hit him all at once.

Bi-Han finds it hard to deny you. Even when he says no, he is probably thinking of other alternatives for you. Idk! I think this man would be kind of a simp deep down if he truly found someone he loves. But not like overboard, it’d be very subtle. Which is a lot for a frosty man like him.

Bi-Han’s love language imo, is acts of service. Probably small things like making you breakfast, helping you do your hair if you have longer hair, maybe even showing you how to properly stretch if you often feel sore. Little things that add up.

Bi-Han would allow you to be in his office just to enjoy your company. He probably wouldn’t talk much, mostly just listen in those moments when he’s concentrating. Your presence alone is enough for him when he’s working.

If he’s giving gifts, I imagine he’d probably be the type of person to place it in a place you’d see it, but no one else would. He’d leave a simple note like, “thought of you”. I don’t think he’d give it in person because he’s far too stiff to make it feel romantic enough,

I don’t think dates come often. but when they do Bi-Han would do something probably quiet and with just you. He’d rather spend the precious time he has not doing his duty with just the person he adores, no one else.

Probably not at first, but after you’ve been together for a while I think he’d allow you to brush and comb his hair. It’s not that he is particularly touch adverse with his hair, I just think he’s really fussy with it.

Not a fan of PDA. He doesn’t like the looks others give him and how he can tell that they’re thinking how did he get someone to defrost him? Far too nosey for his tastes. But if you want it, he’d probably indulge you in maybe a bit of hand holding. Maybe a peck on the cheek or on the lips once in a while, but he’s generally a private person.

Bi-Han has cold hands. Nothing he can do about it. Even with his fine control of cryomancy, there’s the lingering chill that is stuck to his skin.

I’d like to imagine that he would give very soft kisses in private. A kiss on the hand, a kiss on the forehead, etc. Small moments. 

Probably has given you one accessory the same shade of blue as his uniform. It pleases him just to see the subtle way you match.

NSFW

Ok. Listen. He’s a virgin. It’s not that I think he’s a “saving myself for marriage” type of man, I just think that he would not really be attracted to people enough to want a fling or something unserious. 

He probably is very hard to arouse unless he knows he won’t be interrupted or if it is work time. He’s just very regimented like that. Still, if you were to try and tease him by a little touches or with some particularly revealing clothing, then he supposed it would be a little harder to keep his mind off of the way your body feels under his hands.

Anyways, he probably will want to take the dominant role. I mean, it’s Bi-Han. But he won’t deny you if you ask for something, at least, until he learns that teasing you works very, very well. Then you’ll probably have to learn some more patience.

I think he knows for the most part what to do, but he just doesn’t have any hands-on experience for him. He’s a visual learner, want to teach him?

I think Bi-Han would at first think he would prefer receiving than giving, then after realizing how wonderful you look when you fall apart at his touch, he would think he very much prefers giving. It gives him almost a sense of power to see it, it makes him want more.

Still, he wouldn’t deny you if you were to give him a blowjob. It is undeniable how lovely you look on your knees, sucking his cock just to please him. 

If you give him a blowjob, look up at him. It drives him wild and he will probably entangle his hands in your hair if he hasn’t already.

Bi-Han would probably take sex as seriously as training. He’s here to please you after all.

With that being said, I think he’d be probably full of vigor doing anything you wanted. For example, you’d probably feel it the next day with how hard he’d thrust. Or you’d be guaranteed at least one orgasm with him eating you out, because he is a very stubborn man and he won’t stop until he sees you unravel upon his mouth.

I don’t think he’s very vocal. Probably grunts and muffling his noises in your skin.

Back to the teasing idea, I think he would develop a liking to teasing you, edging you if you will. The moans you make, the way you tremble under his touch…it is very appealing to him. Plus, he has a sharp eye, he’d notice how it seems to make the pleasure in the end so much more than if he gave you it right away.

I think he wouldn’t notice it, but if you pull his hair it would ignite some sort of fire within him. 

I like to imagine he would want to kiss during sex here and there. Your lips just look even more lovely in those moments.

He’d probably love to cum inside of you. It’s a little fantasy of his. He wouldn’t though, if there’s a chance for a child. It’s not that he doesn’t want children, he does, he just wants to wait until things are just…right.

[storiesofsvu]

Rita Calhoun 50 OTP Q's Pt. 2

Rita Calhoun x fem!reader no major warnings. pt 2 a pretty quick follow up of pt 1 as it's just some hc's and not a full fic lol. Send your req's in here for more fun!

26. Who likes to eat healthy/ Who loves junk food?                 You both have a good balance of both. Rita really enjoys her sweet treats, but she doesn’t go overboard on them. She prefers to order groceries from whole foods while you don’t care where they come from as long as its edible. She does rely on take out a lot, but it’s from healthier places, salads, sandwiches, rice or noodle bowls, acai bowls, salmon or chicken and rice with veggies. You’ve even found her some nights with delivery from restaurants that don’t even offer it and all she’s said is “I know a guy…”. You’re the one more likely to indulge in the greasy pizza, overloaded Chinese food or mcdonalds.

27. Who takes a long shower/ Who sings in the shower?                 Rita’s everything shower is over an hour long every single time. You cannot tell me that woman doesn’t have a like 20 fucking step routine between skincare, haircare, dry brushing, etc. It’s also one of the times during the day that she uses to relax, some candles, a nice soft playlist to help her wind down. You’re the one that sings in the shower, though you only try to do it in the mornings she’s already gone for the day in the hopes to not be overheard.

28. Who is the book worm?                 Rita, absolutely hands down. She’s *obsessed* with books and on weekend shopping days will ALWAYS be dragging you into bookstores, especially antique or second hand ones. She’s usually got multiple on the go at once, a couple of fiction with different genres, and a couple of non fiction.

29. Who is the better cook?                 We all know it’s going to be you. It doesn’t matter if you’re not that great. Rita can’t even defrost an Uncrustable properly.

30. Who likes long walks on the beach?                 Gonna go with both of you. You don’t care what kind of beach it is, you enjoy the company, feeling the sand in your toes, the water on your feet, best way to end the day. Rita prefers the walking paths/sidewalks down by the beach so she doesn’t have to deal with the sand.

31. Who is more affectionate?                 Overall, and physically, you. You’re always telling her how much you love her, and are eager to have a hand or arm linked with hers while walking around outside. You’re more likely to be the one stealing a kiss or showing off PDA. It’s in the privacy of your home that Rita goes overboard with her affection. She shows it by physical touch and gifts mainly. Her hands tracing patterns on your legs while they’re strewn over her lap on the couch, she often catches herself watching you with a dreamy smile on her face because of how much she loves you and how much she can’t believe how well you take care of her.

32. Who likes to have really long (deep) conversation?                 This one’s definitely going to Rita. She can talk for hours on end about those deep philosophical conversations that go on far too late into the night. She always enjoys expanding her mind and self educating herself on various topics and loves spending time looking things up and debating back and fourth with friends.

33. Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/ Who would wear “sin” t-shirt?                 Hear me out, this was Rita and Rafael in their Harvard days. I’ll let you decide who’s wearing which one lol.

34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt?                 You’re definitely wearing the lost one, Rita’s the much more sober and collected one, gently guiding you to the car at the end of the night.

35. Who goes overboard on the holidays?                 Rita. She never means to, you’ve likely set limits for prices of presents and she almost always accidentally exceeds it. She never cared much for holidays, thinking they were overrated and never bothered to decorate her home or office when she was single and working all the time. But there’s something about seeing the way your eyes sparkle in the Christmas lights that she has a team fully decking out the entire apartment every single year because she knows you love it. (she does always make sure they leave the tree bare as that’s been made into a tradition the two of you do together.)

36. Who is the social media addict?                 You. Rita is not chronically online. The apps on her phone are much more likely to be various news ones. She likely has twitter and uses it more as a work reference and again, to keep up on current events and news. I DO like to believe that she has a (likely private) Instagram (and we’re gonna ignore the timeline of when insta became a thing/her age for this hc lol). And she’s been posting on it since college, fancy parties, yacht trips out in the hamptons, semi spicy bikini or dress pics, it’s incredibly aesthetic and she thrives to keep the vibe going. She’s got a fuck ton of followers and is like, lowkey Instagram famous, but most of the posts don’t actually include her face, especially as she got older and more concerned with her professional image.

37. Height difference or age difference?                 Didn’t we already do height? Lol. Age wise, Rita’s usually older. She focused on school and work and didn’t want to waste time dating when she was younger. Now that she’s established most people closer to her age are already married with kids. She doesn’t have any issues dating younger, as long as her partner has their shit together and has some ambition and goals when it comes to life. She cant deal with someone who has no motivation and just lounges around all day.

38. Who likes to star gaze?                 This is more leaning towards you. You like to take a moment during each day to appreciate the little things, like this, and say a silent thank you to the world for making such beautiful things. She doesn’t really think about it until you’re out of the skyscrapers of the city, sometimes out in the hampton’s, sometimes it’s a more tropical vacation that she can really see the night sky and there’s no place she’d rather be than on a cozy blanket showing you constellations.

39. Who buys cereal for the prize inside?                 Absolutely you! Which Rita will lovingly tease you about, especially if there is a collection of toys and you continue to buy boxes until you have the entire set. (and naturally you never actually eat the cereal..)

40. Who is the fun parent/ Who is the responsible parent?                 If it came to actual parenting, I think Rita would be a mix of both, but much heavier leaning toward the responsible one. But she’s not having kids, so she’s always going to be the super fun rich af Aunt. She doesn’t do well with the younger kids, but once they’re about 16/17 she can have actual conversations with them, and she’ll be the one sneaking them booze and inviting them out to the hampton’s and letting them (semi responsibly) party on the yacht. She’s obviously the one you’d want to call when you’re in trouble considering her job and she’s also the one that’s never going to whisper a word to either of your parents. She’ll take those secrets to the grave. And she’s also very capable of intimidating the fuck out of bullies or ex boyfriends. She will threaten them with jail time.

41. Who cries during sad movies?                 Both of you. Rita’s a fucking sap so she cries at the romantic movies, you’re more likely the one to cry over the animals.

42. Who is the neat freak?                 I don’t particularly think Rita’s a neat *freak* but she has everything in its spot and knows where her things are 99.9% of the time. She’s organized, collected, tidy, her kitchen’s always clean cause she never cooks lol. And she likely has a cleaning service come to her apartment weekly to help with that kinda stuff.

43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one?                 You’re shocked Rita even agreed to go to the carnival with you and you’ve promised to win her one as a thank you. While she does have fun, indulges in plenty of food she never would have touched otherwise, and obviously pays for you to play all the stupid, nearly impossible to win games, it’s the giant smile on your face as you turn to her with a lime neon green giant monkey that makes her the happiest. If it had been some random gift from a first date it would have gone in the trash right away, but because it's from you and you worked so hard to win it he gets a name by the time you’re home and either lives on a stool in the walk in closet or has taken up residency in the guest room. (it’s his room now)

44. Who is active/ Who is lazy?                 You like to get a daily workout in, something as small as a walk around the block on slower days up to a class at the gym or some heavy lifting on days you’re more ambitious. Rita always makes sure to not be too sedentary, especially with an office job. She enjoys the more streamlined workouts, Pilates or yoga, things that she can do in the privacy of her living room and not have to leave the house for on colder days. She doesn’t particularly enjoy running, but will do it when she starts to feel a little too stiff and immobile. On the other hand, she truly enjoys your post dinner walks through the park, hand in hand as you share little stories.

45. Who is more likely to get drunk?                 Absolutely you. Rita will indulge in a drink or two with dinner, a cocktail or two out at the bar, but she doesn’t go much passed that. She doesn’t like to be out of control of herself, especially out in public. She has been known to finish a bottle of wine or two while at the apartment, and definitely gets a little silly, laughing harder and longer than she normally does.

46. Who has the longer food order?                 This is weird. Lol. I’m gonna go with Rita because she likely hasn’t eaten since breakfast and thus is more hungry, opting for an app or two and a full course meal while you’re fine with just a burger.

47. Who has the more complex coffee order?                 Rita. While it’s pretty simple at home, if she’s out and there’s a fancier option, she’s indulging. She probably has some sort of self made up special combination of different drinks. You’d think the barista’s would hate her for it but they all know her by name and have nicknamed the drink ‘The Calhoun’ so it has its own priced button in the computer and sticker label with all the steps for newer staff. (not to mention she tips incredibly on the daily)

48. Who loses stuff?                 You.

49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger?                 You’re always the driver if you’re not in a cab/car service. While Rita does know how to drive, she simply doesn’t. I could definitely see her having gotten her licence back in the day and never using it, thus letting it expire. She’s a passenger princess through and through.

50. Who is the hopeless romantic?                 Rita. That bitch is a cold hearted shark who scares or at least intimidates 90 % of the people she comes across in her workday/life but she has this completely other side to her with the people she trusts and loves. She’s the softest, most gentle, caring, tender person who will always put her love first and take every opportunity to show it.

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[autisticer-tim-drake]

This man. Timothy.

He talks in two episodes of the 2012 teenage mutant ninja turtles run.

I would kill for him.

The entire first episode he’s in they’re just making fun of him for trying to help people basically in the exact same way Casey Jones was when they met him.

The second episode they’re still using him as a punchline, then they douse him in mutagen and he doesn’t become some cool hybrid villain, he becomes mutagen man, almost gets blown up, then gets frozen solid.

Donatello basically vows then and there to make a retromutagen and save Timothy.

Timothy was Donatello’s fucking motive to making a retromutagen in the first place. Granted, he’d already been working on one, but I guarantee that this was way more of a motivator.

When they leave to go to April’s family’s house they leave him behind and Donatello says something about how he’ll defrost eventually.

So we know that Timothy was Donatello’s like, priority when it comes to the retromutagen and that it’s possible to unfreeze him.

So why in GODS GREEN EARTH did Donatello, upon finishing the retromutagen, give some to April’s dad

AND OFFER THE REST TO SPLINTER

WHO DIDNT EVEN FUCKING WANT TO BE HUMAN AGAIN

AND MY BOY TIMOTHY WAS LITERALLY IN THE BACKGROUND OF SOME OF THESE SCENES BECAUSE HE BASICALLY BECAME SET DRESSING AFTER HE WAS FROZEN

[jacobsbigmelons]

If you don't mind and don't find it too silly... Can I request late night cuddle in a cold night with Jacob or perhaps Dylan? Thank you!

no request is too silly! i gotchu anon! 💪🏼‼️

bro (passionately)

Jacob Custos x male reader

Fluff, jacob being sweet? yes pls. a jock who doesn’t think two boys doing something slightly intimate is bad? sign me up

A cold breeze made it’s way onto your body as you tried to figure out where exactly it was coming from, you examined the window next to you but there wasn’t any openings, it couldn’t have been the window on the other side of the cabin because the wind was coming on your left. So just where exactly was this irritating breeze coming from? No matter how much you scooted away from the small yet mighty breeze you couldn’t help but shiver.

At least that’s when you heard the small muttering above you, it was Jacob. Your eyes lit up slightly when you figured out he was awake, why? Who knows. You shifted your legs off the bunk bed as your feet touched the rather smooth wooden floors “Why’re you up?” you spoke softly as Jacob responded almost immediately.

“Cant get comfortable, and if I take my shirt off i’m cold so i’m kind of in a dilemma here” he said as the soft fabric of his big sweater rubbed against the mattress that held Jacob. “Well i’m cold so you should let me rent some of your warmth” you spoke pretty casually, even if you were putting on this nonchalant facade. Jacob scoffed as he heard your request, “Why would I let you steal what little body heat I have?” he questioned. “Dumbass, I said rent, no one’s stealing anything” you said with a slight giggle.

“Well if you’re renting than what’s my payment?” At this point he was peeking down from his bunk, even if all he saw was your legs over the edge of the bed. “uh…” the room went quiet for a bit before you coughed to clear your throat for this very important moment. “pop pop peanut butter butter pops…pop pop pop ‘em in your mouth POP.” You singsonged while trying not to be too loud. “You’re fucking with me dude, no way you have peanut butter fucking butter pops with you!” his voice in a playful demanding tone.

“Oh but I do.” A bag crackle behind your bed made it all clear to him “Well why didn’t you start with that?! Get up here dude.” Your body slightly shuddered at the thought you would be able to finally get to cuddle up to your summer crush. Jacob moved to give you some room as you maneuvered around the small mattress, very much designed for only one person.

He moved his hands around your arms as he placed them around his body, every aspect of him had some form of warmth that you couldn’t help but muzzle up against. “Fuck dude you are cold, you don’t have anything warmer than this?” You peeked down at your hoodie which was rather thin despite how warm it looks on the outside. “Well, it should’ve helped but it didn’t so…no, apart from other hoodies but they’re all this thin so-“ You shrugged as you hid your face in Jacobs back as if he was somehow able to see the disturbing amount of blush on your face.

Jacob pulled your sleeves up as he rubbed his hands over your arms in order to warm them up a bit, he even took one of your hands to his mouth as he blew warm hair on them to help the heating process. “It’s like i’m defrosting an ice human” Jacob teased with a giggle as he let go of your hand and returned it back down to wrap around his waist again. Your breathing became more patterned, the warmth making your eyelids more heavy as you try to fight the groggy feeling.

“You’re quiet” he obviously stated, slightly turning his head as if he wanted to look at you despite it being practically pitch black. “I’m sleeping up here… ‘kay?” Your voice became more sluggish and muffled even if it was because you were talking into his back. “Hey man, rest up.” Jacob said as he was rubbing your hand, an unconscious decision but one he didn’t seem to want to stop.

Eventually as time passed, sleep found it’s way to you as you passed out with Jacob right in front of you. As morning came you were practically on fire when someway, somehow during the night, he shifted his way to where he was facing you as you laid on his chest and you felt his hand in your hair. You discreetly put your own hand in his hair before submitting to sleep once more before it was time to actually wake up.

a/n:hope this was acceptable anon 🖤

[siriuslynettey]

See Previous Chapter Here!

PLATINUM

[The Lost Pater]

Precautions

[Chapter 3]

Remus sat with the 3 children in silence, the only sound to be heard was the fast, heavy breathing of the trembling kids. Their breath was cold and foggy until the windows started to slowly defrost, revealing the foggy, bleak weather outside.

“Are they gone?” Ophelia asked in a whisper, still clutching onto Salem. Remus didn’t reply, his eyes staying on the door, with one arm reaching behind him, gently holding his daughter's arm.

“Apologies for the interruption folks, the undocumented extra passenger was a younger sibling of a student. All is taken care of.” A voice over the intercom spoke, allowing everyone to release the breath they hadn’t realised they were holding in. 

Remus scoffed and shook his head, but took a deep breath to compose himself.

“Bloody ‘ell.” Gallagher wiped his forehead in relief. “Sending dementors in because of an extra child, Sirius Black escaping has people going mad!” He exclaimed. Remus winced at the familiar name being spoken.

With a couple of loud bangs and screeches, the train began to move again and the demonters that were swarming the train became hard to see as they moved farther away.

“Do you want me to stay?” Remus whispered to his daughter. Ophelia was still in shock, going in and out of blank stares. She went from learning about a loose prisoner from Azkaban, to thinking he was on the train, to seeing a dementor for the first time. She glanced at Jas and Gallagher, who were looking out the window at the distant dementors,  although she was still shaken up, she didn’t want Jas or Gallagher to feel uncomfortable if her father was sitting with them for the rest of the train ride.

“I think I’ll be okay,” She replied back in a whisper. Remus nodded and gave her shoulder a squeeze. 

“I suspect we’ll be there in an hour or so, I think you three should, uh, stay in here, unless it’s an emergency.” He said, standing up and straightening out his suit. “I’m three compartments down to the left, if you need me.” He gave Ophelia one last look before exiting the compartment and closing the door. 

“He does seem cool.” Gallagher noted while petting his rat. 

“I hadn’t realised that dementors were that serious, scary, sure, but I’ve never seen one in person like that.” Jas expressed. “And he just shooed them away, like it was nothing. Makes sense why he’s a Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher.”

“So the dementors are looking for this prisoner, but they’re surrounding and coming aboard the train, so they think Sirius Black is trying to get on the train…why would he do that?” Ophelia inquired.

“With his last name, he definitely went to Hogwarts. Maybe his revenge lies there.” Gallagher suggested. Both girls chuckled at his statement that was, yet again, hilariously eerie. 

“You know, if you hadn’t told me your parents were doomsdayers…I still would have guessed your parents were doomsdayers.” Jas told him. “In a good way.” 

The train arrived at Hogwarts, and after a long wait of teens filing out of the train, they were being separated by school year.Since none of them said goodbye,  Jas, Gallagher, and Ophelia stayed close as they tried to find where first years were supposed to group together. Remus exited the train, briefcase in hand and gave Ophelia a smile and a nod of the head, making sure she was headed in the right direction, before walking off.

A large bearded man with a booming voice stood near the end of the platform, waving his hand.

“First years this way! First years over ‘ere, gather ‘round!”

The three kids pushed their way through the taller kids and made their way to the man. Once she was closer to him, Ophelia got a better look at the man, in awe of his height. The man, in between his directions to the new students, made eye contact with Ophelia, causing him to do a double take. His talking stopped for a moment as he looked at the girl. Ophelia quickly looked away.

“O-over ‘ere first years! First years over here!” The man went back to calling out.

After introducing himself as a man called Hagrid, he gave the children an overview of their arrival at the castle. The group of children all climbed into torch-lit boats, and travelled across The Blake Lake. All the kids were shivering because of the coldness in the air, but also so in awe of the beautiful castle in front of them, they quickly forgot about the cold temperatures.

  Upon entering Hogwarts they were directed to stand in front of two very large doors, that lead to The Great Hall. Ophelia, Jas, and Gallagher all stood in the middle of the crowd together.

“We’re going to be sorted, in front of everyone.” Gallagher whispered to the girls.

“What are you guys hoping for?” Jas asked the other two.

“I don’t know anything about them. Which one are you hoping for?” Opehlia responded, twiddling with her fingers out of anxiety.

“Anything but Slytherin, I don’t need to be sharing a dormitory with those freaks from the train.” Jas replied, nodding towards the group of bullies they encountered on the train.

“I second that.” Gallagher added. 

The children were introduced to Professor McGonagall, who explained the sorting ceremony to them. They then entered The Great Hall, all the upperclasman’s heads turned to them, which caused Ophelia anxiety to heighten.

Professor McGonagall started to call out names in alphabetical order of last name when the ceremony began, with each letter than went by, she felt her body become more and more numb.

“Gallagher Hollis!” Jas and Ophelia turned towards Gallagher and watched him as he nervously walked up to the chair where the sorting hat would be placed on his head.

The sorting hat started to quietly mumble once it was situated on Gallgher before screaming out his house placement.

“GRYFFINDOR!”

The table that sat under the Gryffindor banner erupted in cheers as Gallagher made his way toward the table, not without giving Jas and Ophelia a smile.

“Gryffindor is a good one for him, he’ll fit in there,” Jas whispered to Ophelia. “I’m hoping for Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.” Professor McGonagall started reading off names again.

“Acacia Kincaid!”

The girl from the train who was harassing Gallagher pridefully walked up to the chair and sat down. The hat began to mumble again and the face imprinted on the hat scrunched and frowned as it decided. 

“SLYTHERIN!” It screamed out, the Slytherin table chanted loudly.

“Shocker” Jas murmured to Ophelia, making both of them laugh.

“Judas Kincaid!” The boy from the train then walked up.

“Ugh, they’re twins!” Ophelia said to Jas after connecting the dots.

“Of course they are. What do you want to bet their parents were death eaters?…who else would name their kid Judas.” Ophelia was confused by her response, she had never heard the phrase “death eater”, but figured, by the name, that it wasn’t a good thing.

“Jasmine Lemayian!”

She gave Ophelia one last look before making her way through the crowd. The hat began its mumbling, raising its eyebrows repeatedly.

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Ophelia clapped along with the Gryffindor table, as Jas went and sat next to Gallagher. Her hands started to shiver even more while other surnames beginning in ‘L’ were called off.

“Niamh Long!” Ophelia took a deep breath.

“Ronan Lumoskin!” Another deep breath.

“Fionn Luncrest!” And another.

“Ophelia Lupin!” Her stomach turned in complete fear. For a split second, her legs, which felt like jelly, wouldn’t move until she forcefully walked up to the chair. She glanced over at the professors’ table, making eye contact with Remus. He winked at her and gave her a hidden thumbs up, as a reassuring motion. The sorting hat, which was much lighter than she expected, was placed on her head.

“Hmm, tricky. I see a heart that's trembling, yes, but with a core of steel. Plenty of intellect, I detect—your mind is sharp, much like a Ravenclaw’s, always seeking, always probing. And there’s a drive, a desire to achieve, not unlike a Slytherin’s own ambition. But where to place you?

Slytherin?” Ophelia's heart stopped.

“Greatness could be yours with their guidance, a sure path to success…Ravenclaw might seem fitting, with your thirst for knowledge. Their realm of wisdom could be your home…honour shines through you…a bold heart and mind…maybe a bit too much speaking without thinking…better be…

GRYFFINDOR!” Ophelia took a deep sigh of relief, though she didn’t know if she would thrive in Gryffindor, she did know Jas and Gallagher, which meant that she already had friends in her house, but that the house had to be full of good people for them to be sorted into it. She sat down in between the two as the Gryffindor table cheered for her.

More names were called, each table getting more chances to cheer and shout. Ophelia to the time to admire the beauty of the great hall, the tallness of the ceiling, the beautifulness of the floating candles.

Her eyes then met another. Remus, showing great proudness in his daughter through his eyes, which were already looking at Ophelia. She gave him an excited wave which he returned with a smile and a loving wave. Once all the first years had been sorted, their empty plates soon filled with more food than Ophelia had ever seen on one plate before. The students began to shove their mouths full and speak amongst each other.

Above them, different ghosts flew in the air, some overlooking the room, others speaking with students and professors. One of the ghosts overlooking the Gryffindor table was a young woman (as young as a ghost could be) who donned a beautiful white dress with lace and a baggy pea coat over it. A permanent smile appeared upon her face. She made her way towards the section of the table where Jas, Ophelia, and Gallagher sat.

“Enjoying the food?” She asked the three.

“Yes, very much.” Gallgher replied with his mouth of chicken

“It’s great. How’s yours?” Jas’s eyes widened in embarrassment. “Er..I mean..did you…nevermind.” The ghost chuckled. “No worries, I sometimes forget I’m a ghost as well.”  Jas spat out another ‘sorry’. “And Ophelia? Are you enjoying the food?” Ophelia quickly put her fork down, not anticipating the ghost to know her name. “Oh, It’s really good. Thanks for asking.” She replied. “I’m Aurora, the Gryffindor House Ghost, we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.” “Were you a student at Hogwarts?” “Yes, a long, long time ago.” She had a sweet smile on her face as she talked to the children . “Well, I’ll let you three finish your dinner, I hope you all enjoy your school year.” Once they all finished their food (though they could have eaten more, despite feeling very full), Dumbeldore stepped to his podium to speak. He welcomed the new students and welcomed back the old one before he started to talk about the differences of this school year. “I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts. Good luck to you, Professor.” Remus stood up and gave an awkward bow, he looked like he wanted the attention to be anywhere but on him. Ophelia cheered and clapped loudly for her father. Jas and Gallgher joined in cheering loudly for the man who jumped to help them on the train. Professor Dumbeldore continued his speech .

“Finally, on a more disquieting note, Hogwarts, at the request of the Ministry of Magic, will, until further notice, play host to the Dementors of Azkaban. The Dementors will be stationed at the entrances to the grounds. While they are under strict orders not to enter the castle itself, you will on occasion see them as you go about your daily activities. Under no circumstances are you to approach them. It is not in the nature of a Dementor to be forgiving.” “They’re going to be at the castle too? ” Ophelia whispered, complaining to Jas, not wanting to run into a dementor again. “I’m telling you, he has unfinished business, and it’s here in Hogwarts!” Gallagher turned around to exclaim to Jas and Ophelia. Professor

Dumbledore finished his introductory speech and sent the children to bed. The Gryffindor head girl led all the Gryffindors to their new dormitory. “He could be lurking around right now…watching us…waiting until we’re asleep to attack.” Gallagher narrated in a low tone. “I think you’re making it scarier than it needs to be…he’s probably enjoying his newly free life right now and we’re up in arms for no reason.” Ophelia chuckled, she wondered if her words were an attempt to convince herself the situation was not serious. “Yeah, you’re right…but it’s more fun to pretend we’re all in danger.” Gallagher replied, which caused Ophelia and Jas to laugh. “That’s definitely a normal thing to say.” Jas joked. They continued to be led down the halls of the school, taking in their home for the school year. A hand grabbed Ophelia’s shoulder, causing her to jump and quietly gasp, which caused Jas and Gallagher to jump. Ophelia's fear left her when she looked up to see Remus. “Dad,” She stopped to hug him, all the other kids continuing to walk. She looked to Jas and Gallagher, nodding at them as a way to tell them to keep walking with the group. “Are you having fun? Feeling good?” He whispered to his daughter as he pulled her aside. “Yes, we’re going to our dorms right now.” She replied, a little worried that she would be left behind. “I needed to talk to you,” Remus started, bending down to his daughter's height. “I know you were a bit shaken up by what happened on the train and I don’t want to make you scared anymore, but you do need to be cautious. It shou-.” “But should I be scared? Why would Sirius Black come to the castle?” Ophelia cut him off, his persistent cautions started to make her more scared. “Is that why you were so worried this morning? Why didn’t you just tell me it was because of Sirius Black?” “He is a prisoner on the loose, there is a reason Dumbeldore has these precautions in place. Since you now know, I didn’t want you to be scared, but I also want you to take the precautions seriously. So please be careful.” He said in a stern, but sympathetic voice.

“Is he after you? Did you know him? Is he after me?” “No. no. We don’t know what he’s after and you shouldn’t worry about that. As long as you and your friends follow the rules, everything will be alright.” “Okay, I promise I will.” Ophelia ended her slight stubbornness and looked towards the end of the group of Gryffindors walking away from them. “I should get going, I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Alright, I love you, see you in class tomorrow.” Remus pulled away from the hug he gave his daughter and smiled. “Love you, see you in class, Professor Lupin.”

Ophelia ran towards the group, then weaved through to catch up to Jas and Gallagher. “What did your dad want?’’ Jas inquired once she caught up to them. “Did he say anything about Sirius Black?” Gallgher leaned over Jas to ask. “Yeah, he said he didn’t know him or what he’s after…but I think he’s lying.”

[rosewood-multifandom-writer]

Defrosting Ice King

Summary: You teamed up with Neo Shadaloo to help free more test subjects that were kidnapped. It’s been two successful rescues for you and the team to far, will it be third time’s the charm? Unfortunately, barely.

You end up getting badly injured in the fight to rescue two kidnapped children and got attacked and ambushed by brainwashed psycho powered experiments. Ed starts to lose it.

Thankfully, you’re tougher than you look. (Cross posted from Archive of Our Own)

(I did not know what visual to put here. 😅)

Author’s Notes: Inspired by this post right here: https://www.tumblr.com/mylife-notyours98/756209442736979968/please-im-begging-someone-please

I saw this and went, “say no more.” Plus, needed to write some Ed angst mixed with hurt/comfort since there is a lack of it on Tumblr. And because I don’t want all of my Ed content as much as I am super down bad for the guy to JUST be sex, sex, and more sex, lol.

I also decided to use “Y/N” less here so that the excessive use of it is not too off putting for others that prefer reader insert fics with less of that being used.

@mylife-notyours98 this is for you!

Content Warning(s): Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort (For Ed mostly), Bosch Mention, JP Mention, Ed Cries, Reader Gets Injured, Reader is a BAMF, Gets Fluffy At the End, Banter, Awkward Ed, Ooey Gooey Sappy Romantic Stuff at the End

Ed tried to warn you about something like this. He tried to deter you from seeing him. He tried to get you away from him, not because he hated you, far from it. He was… afraid. He HATES admitting it, but he’s afraid of losing the first person he truly fell in love with.

 

He also tried to deny his feelings for a very long time and say that he does not love you to others that teased him about you before the incident.

 

It never worked.

 

As he sat on the ground next to the pile of scrap heap he made with his gloved fists, he thought about the events of what had led to your injuries.

…

(Two weeks ago)

 

“What’s the plan, Commander Ed?” You playfully asked him.

 

Ed rolled his eyes at you and lightly flicked your nose. You yelped and rubbed your nose.

 

“That wasn’t nice of you.” You frowned.

 

“Well, that ain’t my name and you know it.” Ed argued jokingly.

 

“I didn’t hear you complain.~” You teased.

 

Falke smirked at the two of you bantering as he discussed the plan.

 

The plan was to help some test subjects out who are children.

 

Hearing and seeing that Shadaloo went as far as kidnapping and experimenting on children had always made you sick to your stomach, but you put on a brave face for your new Neo Shadaloo friends, especially with Ed, whom you started falling for over the past few months of joining him and his friends.

 

You then cracked your knuckles and said, “Well then, I’m ready.”

 

Ed smiled at your confidence briefly before he said, “Move out.”

 

You followed the other Neo Shadaloo members who were leaving the makeshift hideout, which was an abandoned warehouse, meanwhile Falke and Ed fell a little bit behind.

 

Falke smirked at Ed. “You like them, don’t you?”

 

His eyes widened and his face turned red.

 

“What?! No. I’m just… letting them exist in here.” Ed lied badly.

 

Sighing, Falke patted Ed’s shoulder.

 

“Listen, Ed. Whether you like it or not, they want to be there for you because they like you. They wouldn’t be dealing with you acting like this 24/7 tough guy if they didn’t. Plus, why else would they risk their lives helping you?” Falke asked.

 

“Because… they’re a dummy?” Ed asked, once again trying to cover up his true feelings, which earned him a shoulder smack from Falke.

 

“You can’t bullshit me, Ed. You sometimes grow attached to everyone you meet.” Falke argued.

 

Ed sighed, rubbing his shoulder and confessed, “Well… maybe it’s because I don’t want anything bad to happen to them because of me.”

 

Falke’s face softened.

 

“Hey, it’ll be okay, Ed. They’re strong and can make it through it just like you and I did.” Falke said, trying to reassure her brother.

 

“Alright. I hope you’re right.” Ed said, taking a deep breath.

 

“Eddy! You coming?” You called.

 

Falke giggled at the nickname, making Ed mouth “shut up” at her once again blushing.

…

You and the group infiltrated a run down facility, with broken shards of glass on the floor, which led up to the broken test tubes.

 

Falke was with you, alongside five others.

 

“Find anything?” You asked Falke.

 

The blonde woman shook her head. “Nothing yet.”

 

You sighed and looked around carefully, holding your breath cautiously in case someone attacks.

 

“Over here.” Someone whispered to Falke, which made you follow her and the other former test subject.

 

With teamwork, Falke and three others lifted some debris to reveal two children. Fraternal twins.

 

One of them had barcode tattoos on their shoulders similarly to Ed.

 

Ignoring the pang of sadness in your heart and gut, you quickly went over to them and got them out.

 

The girl twin started to cry and cling onto you, and you soothed her with a head pat and a hug.

 

“Ssh, it’s okay, you and your brother are safe now.” You cooed.

 

“Hey! What the hell are you doing here?!” A group of Shadaloo soldiers were suddenly surrounding all seven of you. “It’s Neo Shadaloo, stop them!”

 

“Dammit!” You yelled as you whipped around and hid the twins behind you protectively.

 

Falke stood next to you and readied her baton, and the other five members had their weapons and fists at the ready.

 

Another group appeared to your right and to Falke’s left.

 

“GO!” Falke yelled as she smacked a couple of soldiers away from the kids.

 

You delivered a well placed kick to the skull of one of them before punching another all while telling the children to stay right next to you.

 

The other five fighters were being overwhelmed and you came to their aid while Falke took her turn protecting the kids.

 

You ran up and threw a jab at one soldier before flipping the solider on his back and stomping on his chest to immobilize him.

 

One attempted to grab you but your reflexes were quicker and you threw him on top of the guy you stomped on.

 

You were approached by a bigger guy and you got ready to fight him, until…

 

In the nick of time, Ed came out and punched the big guy in the face, throwing him to the ground before he used his powers so yank him away from you so that he didn’t squish you like a bug.

 

You sighed in relief but continued to fight, as there was no time to talk and joke around now.

 

You kicked another soldier out of your way and ran to Falke to get the kids.

 

“Ed! We found the kids.” You told him during the fight.

 

“That’s good, now run!” Ed yelled as he teamed up with the others to help fight the remaining ones.

 

“But-“ You tired arguing, but Falke put a hand on your shoulder and shook her head.

 

“We gotta move.” Falke told you.

 

You reluctantly run with the kids to safety with Falke alongside six others Ed brought with him.

…

“We’re almost there, don’t worry!” You reassured the children as you all ran.

 

You on the other hand are worrying on the inside about Ed.

 

You all regrouped in a seemingly empty lab that mostly had broken test tubes like the previous one.

 

You knelt in front of the twins. “Do you two have names?”

 

The twins nodded.

 

The boy introduced himself as “Peter,” and the girl introduced herself as “Patricia.”

 

“Peter, Patricia, you’re gonna be safe, I promise you. That man that saved you is Ed. He also helped this nice woman named Falke. He saved a lot of people like you. It will be okay.” You reassured, patting their heads.

 

Both twins hugged you tightly and you embraced them back.

 

“Watch out!” Ed yelled.

 

“Huh?” You whipped your head around to see a test subject with a glowing purple scar charging at you and the kids.

 

In an instinct, you pushed the kids away towards Falke and the others and you clumsily dodged the attack.

 

“Falke, get the kids out of here!” You yelled, facing the feral brainwashed fighter.

 

“You idiot, no!” Falke yelled.

 

“Just go!” You yelled again as you barely dodged the attacks and kicked the fighter away from you.

 

“Y/N!” Ed yelled as he helped you fight off the psycho powered combatant. “You can’t fight them.”

 

“I’ve done it before, I can do it twice.” You said, thinking about Bosch and how you failed to save him. “Besides… I don’t want to fail at saving another one again.”

 

Ed was confused about what you meant before he tried again to get you to stop. He grabbed at your arm.

 

“Come on, you can’t do it.” Ed tried to pull you away.

 

You looked him in the eye with that same fire you had when you practically begged him to train you.

 

“Just let me do this. Please.” You desperately said. “I want to save them too.”

 

His grip loosened and you went off to fight the combatant.

 

He noticed something was not right with this.

 

As you sustained a couple bruises on your face and on your body, you were able to defeat the one brainwashed combatant. In hopes that you would be able to save them, you lifted the box off their head, and found a young man that looked exactly like Bosch, which made you freeze.

 

On the man’s shoulders there was a message that read, “I see you’ve joined Bison’s successor, Ed, good luck to you.”

 

You tried to pick the young man up, you heard Ed scream, “Y/N! Get out of there, there’s more of them!”

 

“Huh?!” You turned and even after a swift reaction time, you were punched in the stomach, making you cough.

 

One of them picked you up as if you were a feather and threw you onto a test tube, shattering everywhere, with glass piercing your skin and nearly taking out one of your eyes.

 

You groaned and yelped in pain as the agonizing pain of the glass in your flesh had been planted inside you.

 

You tried to get up, but your leg got messed up as well.

 

Falke and three others came back horrified and joined Ed and his group fighting the other brainwashed combatants.

 

Everything was blur due to the blood loss as you watched the others fight a bunch of experiments.

 

You reached out, as if trying to will yourself to get better, but you fainted from both stress and pain.

…

After what felt like many, many long hours, you awoke in a hospital bed.

Looking around, you tried to find any familiar faces.

Luckily, you found one: Falke.

“F-Falke…” You mumbled.

“Oh thank god, you’re awake.” Falke said, letting out a breath she was holding in for a long time it seemed. “How are you feeling?”

“Like… I got thrown like a ragdoll into some glass.” You tried to joke but the pain registered in your face. “Jesus Christ it still hurts.”

“Take it easy and do not try to get up, because you’re going to reopen your stitches.” Falke was firm, yet gentle with her words.

“Where’s the kids?” You asked, immediately wondering and worrying about their well-being.

“Peter and Patricia are okay. Just shaken up.”

“And Ed?” You asked.

Falke opened her mouth and closed it again. “How about we talk about this when you’re better?”

“He’s pissed off at me, isn’t he?” You said, looking sad. “I’m not gonna blame him. I did make a dumbass move risking my life like that, all because I let my emotions get the better of me.”

“Y/N…” Falke started. “He’s not pissed off, he’s… just taking a break.”

“A break?” You asked, confused.

“Yeah. He needs to clear his head.” Falke said. “It’s not as serious as your injuries, just take it easy. For him. It’s not me asking, it’s an order.”

You pursed your lips and slowly nodded.

“Good. Hang tight for him, okay?” Falke said before winking.

You were flustered by the comment, but you understood and took it easy. You hated hospitals, but thankfully you made enough money to pay them off with how expensive American hospitals are.

…

Ed was in the junkyard, and after breaking up so many old cars into scrap heaps and making money, he was panting and sweating and sat on the ground for a second.

Every time he closes his damn eyes…

All he could see is you, getting thrown into a test tube, seeing every single piece of glass pierce your skin and making your bleed out nearly to death, and him screaming out your name desperately.

This happened because he could not be honest with himself for goddamn once in his life.

He kept trying to deny it.

“I’m just friends with them,” he would say. “They’re just weird,” he also said. “I don’t have any feelings for them,” he lied.

The denial did not work as he had intended.

Every time he saw you help other test subjects, especially those twins that were about his age when he was also kidnapped and experimented on, seeing you risk it all for people you barely knew, seeing you fight fiercely, it made him fall in love.

And he hated that he was in love with you.

He was trying so hard not to catch feelings and here you are, making him fall under your spell.

He growled and punched the ground.

He deeply exhaled some of his anger and closed his eyes.

“Did not think you’d be out here of all places.” He heard Falke say behind him.

“What are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be watching them?” Ed asked.

“They’re okay, Ed. They’re just healing a bit slowly.” Falke said.

Ed stayed silent and looked at the ground, hiding his face behind his white hoodie and hair.

Falke frowned and sat next to him.

“Do you think I’m worth it?” Ed mumbled.

“What?” Falke asked.

“Do you think I’m worth being around even if shit like that keeps happening?” Ed asked.

Falk thought about her answer carefully.

She thought back to that time Ed rescuing her from Shadaloo and how he gave her more hope in taking down Shadaloo.

“Yes, you are worth it, Ed.” Falke told him.

“Why? I always pull you guys into my bullshit. I mean, look at Y/N right now! They’re like that because of me.” Ed said.

“That’s not true, Ed. They were willing to risk their life the same way you were willing to. Yeah, they’re also stubborn when it comes to you warning them about the danger, but considering how far they went to find their own meaning of strength and wanting to help people, they also think you’re worth it.”

Ed thought hard about this.

“I just need a minute alone.” Ed told her without the usual bite in his words.

Falke noticed this change immediately and nodded in understanding. “Take your time.”

After his sister left, he sighed before he teared up.

He thought back to seeing you, laying in your own blood, unconscious, and he tried to wake you up by calling out to you, and he couldn’t speak after realizing just how horrible your injuries were.

He held a hand up to his mouth, in so much shock from the pang of guilt, anger at himself, and regret for not telling you his true feelings and how he took you for granted.

Picking you up gently, he was almost about to cry, as Falke took notice as she led the others out before anymore Shadaloo soldiers could arrive.

He was the one who brought you to the hospital and he watched as you were fighting to live for another day. After three long days of you being out, he stopped visiting you at the hospital, as he felt like he did not deserve to be in your presence.

…

(Back to the present)

 

“How long was I out?” You asked after your wounds healed slightly and you were able to sit up without fearing reopening your wounds and making yourself stay at the dreaded hospital longer.

 

You checked yourself out during the day and met up with Falke at night.

 

“Three days.” Falke said bluntly.

 

“THREE DAYS?!” You exclaimed. “Hold crap, I thought I was gonna faint again.”

 

“Maybe don’t do that.” Falke joked. “Even though your wounds are healed, you need to take it easy. Until you fully recover, you need to leave the test subjects up to me and Ed.”

 

“Okay. I REALLY don’t want to be in a hospital again, honestly. Speaking of which, where is Ed?” You asked. “He didn’t immediately go on a mission, did he?”

 

Falke bit her lip before saying, “He’s been uh… on his off days lately.”

 

“Is it because of…?” You trailed off. Falke shook her head, immediately debunking your assumption. 

 

“Just go talk to him. He’s been worried about you.” Falke told you. “Remember to be gentle with him.”

 

You nodded. “Where is he?”

 

Falke pointed to the construction area.

 

“He’s on top of one of the buildings?” You questioned.

 

“Yeah. He mentioned something about you mentioning a very odd place to recommend tourists and went there specifically.” Falke said.

 

“Thanks, Falke.” You hugged her and went to go see him.

 

“Another thing, Y/N! Take care of my brother when I am not around!” Falke advised.

 

“I will!” You yelled back.

…

Ed was sitting on one of the buildings of the construction site.

 

These past few days, he’s been up here, reminiscing about your text messages about this area, loving to go to that Edomon place even though he doesn’t like it personally, and you wanting to get stronger.

 

He smiled solemnly at these memories and looked down at his wrapped hands.

 

He sighed and thought about how bad he was at this and how he almost got his heart ripped out of his chest.

 

“Ed?” He heard your voice and he turned to see you, with new somewhat healing scars on your body and your face.

 

“What the hell are you thinking, climbing all the way up here with the injuries you have?” Ed scolded, although the venom in his words did not register as strongly as you were expecting from him.

 

“It’s fine, I checked myself out of the hospital after everything was okay.” You tried reassuring. “Falke was there to make sure I did not make my conditions worse.”

 

Ed’s shoulders somewhat relaxed as he looked back on the city lights.

 

You sat next to him, where he couldn’t hide his face behind his hair.

 

You said nothing for a few seconds to let Ed collect his thoughts.

 

You both had a bit of a social language barrier going on as he was socially inept due to everything he went through.

 

Biting your lip, you rubbed your forearm, thinking about how stupid you were risking your life like that because you got emotional seeing a test subject that looked like Bosch.

 

“I saw the test subject you were eying at.” Ed said bluntly.

 

You looked at him, but he continued staring at the lights.

 

“Your friend… his name was Bosch, right?” Ed asked.

 

“Yes, that was his name.” You confirmed.

 

“So Bosch was experimented on, and JP is the one who killed him?” Ed asked.

 

Fighting off tears and the lump in your throat, you said, “Yes.”

 

“I see.” Ed said, looking down.

 

You sighed and took a deep breath.

 

“Remember how we met?” It was now your turn to ask a series of questions.

 

He nodded.

 

“When I heard that name, Neo Shadaloo, I was thinking… maybe if I got close to the leader, I could find a faster way to get to Bosch after he got kidnapped as well. Then… I ran into someone who was the exact opposite of who I was imagining.” You confessed.

 

“He is… brash, a bit rude sometimes, tried to push me away several times, but he is nice. He saved a bunch of people he hardly knew, and was raised by a good parent in my eyes. He even encouraged me to keep fighting even though I felt like I lost hope losing a friend, and I want him to keep fighting too. I don’t want him to stop fighting or be angry because I decided to be stupid and almost got killed. But… I know he’s angry at me, so… I can’t blame him.” Your voice broke a little as you finished pouring your heart out to him.

 

The anticipation was killing you for the response you were going to get.

 

“…I’m not angry at you.” Ed said, looking like he’s about to break.

 

“…”

 

“I’m angry at myself!” He yelled. “I could’ve been saving you from getting killed by those guys, and you almost bled out in my arms!” He got up from his seat and walked away from you a bit.

 

You got up to follow and stopped halfway to give him time and space, remembering Falke’s advice.

 

He clenched his fists before undoing them.

 

He sighed in defeat.

 

“The fact that I still let you get hurt like that and I was the one who put you in danger like that… I should not have done that.”

 

“Ed…” You started.

 

“No! Stop trying to blame yourself, you were trying to help, it’s just…”

 

“Ed!” You got closer and he went away from you.

 

“No… I just…” His voice was breaking. “Even after all this time I’m letting my damn emotions control me. I’m still the same pathetic kid… hell… I never was a kid… I want to help people the same way I ended up getting help… but I made things so damn worse…” 

 

You couldn’t take any more of seeing Ed so depressed so you threw yourself at him and hugged him from behind.

 

This finally got him to break down and you both slowly collapsed on the ground, with you still hugging him.

…

After some time and you soothing him with your words, you were both back to sitting next to each other, with you holding Ed’s hand for his own support.

 

“I’m sorry for not thinking clearly.” You apologized, leaning your head on Ed’s shoulder.

 

“It’s not your fault.” Ed reassured. “It’s mostly mine.”

 

“The unpredictable happens beyond our control, Ed. So, no, it’s not your fault. I have no problems arguing about this.” You lightly joked. “After all, I always bounced back from the worst.”

 

He scoffed at you which you took as a good sign that he’s slowly feeling better.

 

“Cripes… you’re truly something else. No wonder I-“ Ed stopped himself from saying what he was truly going to say and saved himself by saying, “I became buddies with you.”

 

You laughed softly. “I’m your “buddy” now, huh?”

 

“Don’t get smug about it.” Ed bit back.

 

“Okay, I’ll stop, don’t want to get the cold shoulder treatment.” You joked again.

 

Ed laughed and you started laughing.

 

You both looked at each other and looked down at your hands still being intertwined.

 

Here, Ed would normally look away all embarrassed after holding your hand for too long and snatch his hand away, but he is not doing that this time. Not after almost losing you like that. 

 

“I gotta tell you something else.” Ed said.

 

“Hmm?”

 

“I… I uh… crap. I don’t know how to say it.” Ed said, blushing.

 

“Oh… I see.” You thought to yourself. You let Ed try and let his feelings out like he did so earlier.

 

“I… love…” Ed tried again.

 

You smiled lovingly at him.

 

“Stop looking at me like that, you’re making it harder.” Ed said, his face now redder.

You saved him more of the embarrassment by kissing his cheek.

 

“It’s okay, Eddy. I love you too.” You confessed.

 

“Tch, of course you’d beat me to it.” Ed tried to hide his embarrassment from you.

 

“Didn’t realize it was a competition.” You joked as you pressed your scarred cheek against his, making him smile, until you felt it drop again and he pulled away from you, making you craving the touch again. 

 

Ed was eyeing at your facial scarring and he let go of your hand to touch the scars.

 

“Ed… really, I’m okay, for real this time.” You reassured, holding his hand against your cheek.

 

“I know.” Ed simply said before he kissed your scars. 

 

You both decided to take a breather after another month since you still need to be 100%.

 

Thankfully, a nice bar with a pool table with Ed’s friends and found family is enough to get you both closer together during your recovery.

 

Ed also planned another meetup at that construction site once you were fully healed, as he had bought some of your favorite chocolate alongside a love note, as he was never good with saying his thoughts out loud.

He’ll always be waiting for you, just like before.

End notes: Well would you look at that! I decided to post a full fanfic this time! I hope all of you Ed fangirls (and fanboys) enjoyed this because I enjoyed it a lot. This is only the tip of the iceberg of my Ed brainrot, lol.

[tsumuus]

here for the 555 event!! congrats ^^

i’d like to rq a romantic matchup!! i’ve watched hq a lot so i’m way more familiar w the charas, but if you think there’s a better mha chara, i’ve recently gotten into it and so i’d really love that too! i’m a straight female so i’d like the matchup to be male please :))

my good friends would call me super bubbly and super energetic. i’m often told that i light up a room, and i’m super positive and optimistic. i am a d1 yapper and the ultimate thought daughter lmao. it does, however, take a little while for me to get comfortable and really let my personality come out with new people. i’m a bit quieter with people i don’t know. (trust you js gotta let my personality defrost) while i love people and spending time with my loved ones, i do need time alone to recharge. my mbti is infp. i can spend lots of time with my close friends when we can just sit together and cuddle and not talk, but i find it difficult to spend lots of time with people who have to be doing something all the time. i’m SUPER empathetic and a big crier. it takes NOTHING to make me cry. hopecore tiktok? sobbing. old people eating alone? crying. my friends sharing their traumatic experiences? bawling. a children’s movie? wailing. someone talking about animals? weeping. someone telling me how much they love me? howling. when my parents talk abt my immigrant grandparents’ upbringing? dying on the floor. i have the most tender heart ever and i feel things very deeply. however, i would not say that i let my emotions control me. when faced with upsetting situations, i have never once lost my temper or yelled at someone. my family is full of hotheads, and i’m really the only one able to stay calm and coolheaded. anger kind of scares me because of my family and so i really like people who are like me in the sense that they can be patient and understanding and talk things out instead of yelling. sometimes, i can get kind of avoidant and pretend like the problem doesn’t exist (due to my confrontation-avoidance) in addition to being unable to describe what i’m feeling in words when i’m worked up and also bc i’m scared of how they’ll react. i get annoyed with people who aren’t self-aware or aren’t able to pick up context clues. i get intense cuteness aggression and i love ppl who are smushes. sometimes i’ll just see one of my friends sitting there and i have to just run up to them and give them a fat hug and scream abt how much i love them and how cute they are and how they make me wanna sob bc i love them sm and they’re so FREAKIG CUTE.

due to family situations, i am kind of attention-starved and so when someone pays attention to me i am locked in with them for LIFE. i’m super loving and super affectionate and i have no issue showing it in private. however, in public, i’m not the hugest pda fan. if we’re watching a movie with friends, a head on the shoulder or a hand on the thigh is fine, but i just feel awk when people around me are like super pda lovey-dovey. it just icks me. i have no problem being suuuuper affectionate with my friends in public, but it’s different with bfs. i’d say my love languages are physical touch and quality time, but i will honestly soak up any love anyone gives me. i’m definitely kind of clingy, and i would get kind of insecure if they couldn’t love me with the same sort of passion. i have a lot of love to give, and i’m able to receive a lot of love in turn!!

i’d say my interests are pretty basic lol. i’m a big sabrina carpenter/ariana grande fan, i really like sweet drinks, im super girly and i like anything pink, i love romcoms, i play volleyball, im a big sephora enthusiast, i’ve rewatched gossip girl and clueless and mean girls many times, but i’m also big on children’s shows. sofia the first, liv and maddie, my little pony, ever after high, descendants, phineas and ferb, etc. i’m TERRIFIED of anything remotely horror or scary (one time i watched paddington 2 and i had nightmares for weeks) and so i think i like the comfort they give me knowing nothing REALLY scary can happen in them. (i’m still scared sometimes) i’m not really scared about getting run over by a car or getting kidnapped or anything real that has almost happened multiple times, but i am very scared that the evil princess ivy will come and cast a spell on me.

wow this was a lot of info sorry. (can you tell i’m a yapper) thank you sm in advance and congrats on 555!

your perfect match is…

₊✩‧₊˚ keiji akaashi ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ runner ups: osamu miya and eijiro kirishima ˚₊✩‧₊

✧₊⁺ akaashi’s calm and composed demeanor would provide the perfect balance to your bubbly and energetic personality

✧₊⁺ he’s someone who thrives in environments where he can observe and be thoughtful

✧₊⁺ which would allow him to appreciate your enthusiasm without being overwhelmed by it

✧₊⁺ since you mentioned being avoidant in confrontational situations

✧₊⁺ akaashi's patient and understanding nature would be a comforting presence

✧₊⁺ he’s known for his emotional intelligence and communication skills

✧₊⁺ which means he’d handle your emotions with care, always taking the time to talk things out rather than reacting impulsively

✧₊⁺ akaashi isn’t the type to raise his voice or get frustrated

✧₊⁺ he’s calm, composed, and would understand your need to avoid conflict while gently encouraging you to open up.

✧₊⁺ akaashi would appreciate your empathy and tender heart, always paying attention to your emotional cues

✧₊⁺ he’d be that person who notices when you’re on the verge of tears and subtly offers comfort without making you feel overwhelmed

✧₊⁺ his intuitive understanding of people would make him the perfect partner for someone who feels deeply, offering quiet support when you’re moved by something emotional, and he wouldn’t shy away from giving you all the attention you crave in meaningful, subtle ways

✧₊⁺ akaashi would find your affectionate outbursts both endearing and amusing

✧₊⁺ he might not be as open, but he’d secretly love your sudden hugs and declarations of love

✧₊⁺ probably offering you a small, amused smile or a gentle pat on the head in return

✧₊⁺ he’d let you express your affection fully without feeling awkward, knowing it’s your way of showing love

✧₊⁺ your preference for subtle PDA would align well with Akaashi's own more reserved nature

✧₊⁺ he wouldn’t feel the need for grand public displays of affection but would enjoy the quiet, private moments

✧₊⁺ like holding hands under the table or resting your head on his shoulder

✧₊⁺ in private, he’d return your affectionate, clingy nature, appreciating the warmth and comfort that comes with your love

✧₊⁺ your love for comfort shows and avoidance of anything remotely scary would also be something akaashi could relate to

✧₊⁺ he’s someone who appreciates calm, low-stress environments

✧₊⁺ given your love for quality time

✧₊⁺ akaashi would excel in creating meaningful moments with you

✧₊⁺ with your tendency to be super affectionate and sometimes clingy

✧₊⁺ akaashi’s emotional stability would provide a solid foundation

✧₊⁺ he’s not someone who would feel overwhelmed by your love

✧₊⁺ instead, he’d welcome it and offer reassurance, making you feel secure in your relationship

✧₊⁺ his calm approach would ease any insecurity, as he’d show through his actions and words that he’s there for you wholeheartedly

a/n holy yap😭 idk i just love akaashi so much <3

₊✩‧₊˚ 555 follower event ! ˚₊✩‧₊

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[basilone]

A blurred photograph + complexion for a MOTA character of your choice! Juno xx

Three months later and I'm finally getting 'round to filling this one. 🫣The time was apparently very, very right for this! Thank you for sending it. 💙

tug of war

“Fuck this. I’m fucking out. Some fucking bullsh–!”

Max winces as the door slams shut behind Lottie, effectively muffling the pilot’s tirade enough to no longer be understandable. One-Eye, furthest away from the door, casts a dark-eyed glare over Bucky’s shoulder toward the window. Undoubtedly Lottie has already stormed outside, not yet close enough to curfew to warrant trouble, and is making a case for herself being someone else’s problem. Max doesn’t track her any further than that, though One-Eye keeps peering over Bucky’s shoulder like it still matters what the hell Lottie gets up to these days.

“Draw straws?” asks Nora, casting a glance at everyone left in the room.

“Not it,” snaps Max, in tandem with Push’s coughed rejection.

“She’d put me in a headlock,” snorts Brady. His expression turns sour. “Again.”

“I’ll do it.”

“John,” says Major Cleven, sounding too tired to be surprised at Bucky’s volunteering. “Let Ace do the talking”– and Max is not imagining the collective wince that shudders through the room at Major Cleven saying Ace instead of Lot –“don’t push her too hard.”

“I’m a friendly face,” says Bucky, smiling so brightly that everyone can tell he’s lying. “She left her jacket. Gonna bring her that, before we have to ask the Ruskies how to defrost a pilot.”

Major Cleven’s hand folds around the letter Lottie left on the table. “You do that.”

Max swallows as conversations around the room begin to pick back up as soon as Bucky moves to leave. Nora and Crank certainly make a concerted effort to loudly discuss the camp’s insane music program with Brady and the rest, which Max leans back from solely because she's already told Brady anything but a funeral dirge is a waste to play these days. She doesn’t want to see their expressions shutter at the reminder of death again. She’d been too vocal about it, just like Bucky had, just like George back in England would not shy away from discussing it on the tarmac.

She watches Major Cleven’s eyebrow rise before he folds Lottie’s letter in a too-neat, too-precise manner. Sees that same letter go up in a flutter of flame – fed to the candle so decisively that it’s gone in the blink of an eye – and turn into a pile of ash in Major Cleven’s food bowl. There’s something hard in his expression. Chips of ice in his eyes and the flicker of deep-set fury around his lips. Max studies her kneecaps, knobbly in this too-big uniform, as soon as his gaze comes to rest on her bunk.

None of this is normal, but almost everyone pretends it is.

“Mama sent a letter,” offers Benny, next to her, voice remarkably steady for someone who’s just met the full brunt of Major Cleven’s silent communication. A DeMarco family letter is maybe the closest tether to sanity Max has got. “Papa included instructions on how to stitch the bedding. They’re both asking about you.”

“Yeah?” she says, leaning back against the wall, coming shoulder to shoulder with him. “What’d they want?”

“Ask how you are, if you’re getting through that cough from a few weeks back okay,” he says, nudging her slightly as if to underscore the ridicule of the mail’s slowness. “Mama’s asking if she can write to you, or if you’re expecting letters from anybody.”

Max frowns. “The hell would anyone be writing me for? Unless you count Val and George,” she amends, seeing Benny’s deepening frown out of the corner of her eye. “They’ve been writing to One-Eye and me, but George is also writing to Bucky and Val’s real busy and all.”

“That’s your crew family.”

“Only one I got, dumbass,” she shoots back, rolling her eyes for emphasis as she turns to face Benny. “I haven’t got a big family. Or any family. All I’ve got is some blurry photograph of a man who might be my daddy, might be a total stranger. Can’t write to what you don’t have, yeah?”

“I’ll tell mama.” His eyes crinkle with his smile. “She’s already adopted Frosty. She’s got room for one more.”

“Yeah, but you and Frosty are, uh, you’re all Italian and all,” says Max lamely, waving her hand as if she can shoo Benny’s stupid idea out the door again. “This complexion of mine? Pretty sure this”– she motions, rolling one sleeve up for emphasis –“is too damn dark to be Italian. First goddamn thing Huglin asked me when he clapped eyes on me is if I was one of those Tuskegee airmen. So much for being white-passing, huh.”

“You’re just very tan,” he says levelly, which she snorts at only because she’s used that excuse a million times before. “Doesn’t change the fact that my mama wants to write to you.”

Her eyes sting, then, and she has to cast her gaze to the top of her bunk until she’s certain she won’t do something stupid like cry about it. “That’s not fair,” she whispers, barely loud enough to be heard over the din of the music discussion. “I-If you… If you knew how many times…” How many times I wished someone would see me and take me in like that. She swallows the wish back down. Settles on the truth. “Folks don’t give a shit about orphans like me.”

Benny shrugs. “It’s just letters, Max.”

Max stares. “It’s never just letters with your family, Benny.”

“Yeah, so, maybe it’s not,” he says, setting his mama’s letter down. It covers the pages full of neat, looping script Max recognizes as Darlene’s – Darlene’s done all the lettering on their planes, she’d know it blind – as well as a shorter scrap of paper with the same script that’s not addressed to Benny at all. “But I’m getting real tired of updating my folks about you girls all the time, barely have enough space left to tell them how I’m doing,” he chuckles, “so be a peach and write to my mama for me sometime? You can do it with One-Eye and Push if you want, saves me even more space.”

“Right, because you’re such a poor little victim baby.”

“Cry myself to sleep about it,” he grins.

“Benny,” says Max, admiring, “sometimes you can be a real cunt.”

“All in an honest day’s work.”

“Honest, says the man who’s hoarding a letter to Lottie,” she says archly, nodding at the scrap of paper that’s still sticking out. “You gonna give her that?”

“Later.”

“Never.”

“Jesus, Maxine, I said later.”

“When? Because I’ll bunk with the fucking Ruskies on the day you hand her that,” she says, shuddering to herself. “Captain Petrov said he’ll find us a place with their bomber girls. I might even learn more Russian.”

“Captain Petrov needs to stop adopting everyone who reminds him of his little sister,” grumbles Benny back, expertly dodging Max’s question about the letter. “Hey, Buck”– and it’s a done discussion, apparently, which Max folds her arms and scowls about –“did you know Petrov put an offer in to adopt the girls?”

Max’s scowl almost breaks when Major Cleven’s confused which girls, Benny? mingles with Benny’s exasperated sigh and gesture at the room at large. And she’s gone and said it now – something else for them to focus on, something for Brady to mutter furiously about – and Benny’s already slipping off her bunk and conferring with the Major in low-voiced tones before Max can say she doesn’t think Captain Petrov would whisk them away without permission.

Her hand hovers over Benny’s letter a moment before she snatches it off the bed.

Dear Bernardo, she reads, settling in a huddle against the wall, eyes roving over the page until… She stops. Give little Maxine our love, it says, and she’s not…

She’s not ready for a thing like that.

She’s not at all prepared for something like that. And Benny won’t get that – not with his family like it is, not with Darlene writing to him like that – and Major Cleven will get it a little too well – she’s seen the way he holds his fork, all quick meal on the go – and she doesn’t want to talk to One-Eye about it because One-Eye still believes people can be good without wanting something from you.

There’s only one other person in this damn camp who’ll know something about what it means to be loved in spite of your own efforts to reject it.

“I’m going for a walk,” she announces, slipping Darlene's letter to Lottie into her large sleeve.

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Spring

The coming of spring starts well before the first petals form.

The seeds in the ground dance with each other, mixing soil and root as they sprout up out of the nurturing earth, a mass of green dotted by vibrant colours breathing in the welcoming wind.

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy go through the same process.

—

Change is often accompanied by pain. 

The scar on the inside of her forearm burns fiercely enough that she grinds her bottom teeth constantly and aggressively.

(To the dismay of her gentle father, who no longer remembers her but who he has welcomed in the humble dentist’s office he and his wife own.)

The mark on his pounds sticky guilt through his veins and into the four equally pained chambers of his worthless heart.

(No, he will not write his father in Azkaban, nor the friends who reach out and seek a boy who is no longer there.)

An acrid stench, with notes of failure and sorrow, follows them through the corridors of a once comforting castle and seeps into the roughened pages they bow their heads over.

Loneliness, that ever pervasive bell that hearkens a weary heart, brings the two of them together in the same library one candle-lit evening.

Draco Malfoy is cruel, but not enough that she curses him with her wand. She has enough venom in her too, and they spit forked insults at each other for the first quarter hour they share a table.

She demands he use any of the other empty tables.

He insists he likes this one just fine.

Because she is stubborn, and he feeds off his own pettiness, they accidentally start a routine.

“I hate your guts—”

“The feeling is mutual, you twit—”

“You are so full of yourself, Granger, you know that?”

“At least I didn’t run to daddy every time even the smallest thing—”

“Careful—”

“I will not. You think you have any right to aggrandise me when your bloody aunt—”

“It wasn’t me!”

“It was enough that you watched!”

“So, what, you want an apology—”

“Don’t you dare utter a word of it unless you’re ready to mean it—”

—

“GET OUT!”

“YOU GET OUT!”

“I will not—hang on, you’ve written this rune down incorrectly. It’s meant to start with—”

“Granger, I swear to Merlin—”

—

“I suppose you think you’re funny.”

“I do, actually.” She laughs at the image of Malfoy’s pointy face engraved in the wood. She thinks she did a rather fine job getting each snobby angle. Wood, she has found, can be a rather tricky medium to use for creating an accurate portrait.

“Who knew the prim Hermione Granger would desecrate school property—”

The engraved drawing vanishes from the desk with a wave of her hand. The only marks left are the scuffs and scratches left by decades of Hogwarts students. 

He raises an unamused eyebrow. She gives him her first real smile. Her cheeks only mildly hurt from disuse.

—

Eventually, antivenin in the form of hesitant smiles and surprise gestures. They become friends of sorts, the type that have skipped over social pleasantries and have moved straight into criticising each other’s essays and finding jest in the activities of their fellow eighth years.

Neville And Pansy? Hermione is shocked. Draco only smirks and tells her of the rendezvouses he has unfortunately beared witness to in various corners of the castle.

Bill Weasley has accepted the proposition to teach the rest of the term in Defence Against the Dark Arts when Professor McGonagall decides she can no longer substitute the oft-maligned position along with her duties as Headmistress.

Hermione only cries a little when she thinks of poor Professor Lupin. 

No one is surprised when Lavender and Padma share a fiery first kiss born out of jealousy in the Great Hall.

Outside, snow defrosts. The stalk of a flower perks up its renewed head.

—

Spring is coming, and with that the tumult of plans of those whose last year at Hogwarts brings on a bittersweet effect. 

They were hard years, thinks Hermione thinks Draco thinks Ginny Neville Dean. So many of them were war heroes before their acne had cleared, and now they’re being thrust into an entirely new skirmish: adulthood.

But for now, the first flowers have bloomed.

Dots of blues, reds, and whites colour the landscape of dreary Scotland, overtaking the cold winter and its allies of hurt.

Hermione’s arm hurts less these days. Hagrid says it’s normal for injuries to hurt less in the warmer months. She agrees, and hides a smile when she sees a tall form with obnoxiously bright white-blond hair walk down the stone path, on the way to a meeting spot they’d just discovered last week.

This school never ceases to surprise.

Draco’s chest isn’t completely full, and he doesn’t think it ever will be, but he relishes in the uptick of his heart when he sees a certain curly-haired witch. She walks towards him, her long hair plaited to the side, the sun casting her eyes in its halo.

They sit on the leg of a moss-covered willow tree. Hermione tells Draco a story about a wood nymph who had waited three-hundred days and nights for her mortal lover who’d been seized by a hungry war, and it was only when the last of her strength was sapped, and the tree she called home lost all its leaves and its branches drooped, did her lover finally come back to her, his face ashen and his walk a gait from all the pain he’d endured.

His touch brought her back from the call of death in Hades’ great halls, and she encased his pain in her chest so that he would not have to bear it alone.

“Took him long enough,” says Draco, scowling.

“Love’s worth waiting for, I think,” says Hermione, smiling.

They look at each other.

The flowers flowing at their feet perk up, waiting, knowing a moment is about to come. Has to come.

When Draco leans in to kiss his nymph, she startles and, looking to grip onto something to stop her fall, grabs onto the lapels of his school robes, bringing them both toppling over onto soft grass.

The hanging willow groans in irritation. The flowers only mildly complain at being squashed by the two humans who are tangled in each other's arms, breathing in each other’s air, sweet, like spring.