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Just Like Old Times (Price x Reader + poly141)

Pairing: Reader x Price (& Reader x 141) Rated: Mature Word count: 2.9k Summary: A cottage in the snow. A Captain you knew in another life. His rugged and attractive men. Will you let them into your life? Note: This is a fic I wrote for @literatecowboy for the Secret Santa event organized by @bunnyreaper! I tried to make something soft and sweet and it's taking place during the winter, it's not smutty but if you like it, I can make a part 2 with some action 👀

EDIT: we have a PART 2!!

Content: ex-military!fem!reader, mention of food & alcohol, a little bit of angst but it’s mainly fluff, smoking, flirting, praise kink, sharing body heat

MASTERLIST // PART 2

It had been Laswell’s idea. 

The team needs to be ready for snow conditions, do whatever you think is best. You have 3 weeks. And I’m talking extreme weather, Price, not a little trip to your local ski resort.

Those had been the instructions Kate had delivered to an unphased Price.

He knew it was only a matter of time before this kind of mission would be required from them. Of course, the men of the 141 have already trained in the cold of England, have seen and tested the winter gear. But Laswell is about to send them somewhere at the very East of Europe, and there is a small difference between surviving winter in London and surviving winter in places where the cold could kill you in minutes if you didn't have the proper equipment or knowledge. Over there, more than usual, tiny mistakes could have big consequences. And Price would rather not have his team freeze to death because of a lack of training. 

It’s December and the month is cold already. But it’s nothing compared to the cold Soap feels when he steps out of the helicopter. It’s like Price has picked the coldest place he knows in America. He’s pretty sure they are somewhere in Wyoming or Montana, the only thing he can see are mountains all around them. Spruce and fir trees sprawl in dark patches contrasting with the stark white of the snow covering everything. He crosses the large glade to reach the tree line, as the helicopter takes off, sending the fresh snow flying in every direction. The sky is a light gray, and while the whole scene is stunning - makes his head spin with equal awe and wonder thinking about nature’s force and brutal beauty - it means there is no sun to warm his face. 

“Come on soldiers, let’s move, we still have a two-hour hike to reach our B&B!”

“You mean someone will be there to make us breakfast Captain?” Soap chimes, unbridled joy coming through his voice at the prospect of warm home-made meals instead of MREs.

Price has a hard time hiding a smile as he starts walking on the thin winding path, only recognisable for those who know it’s there. ”There will be someone, but I’m not sure they will cook for you, Sergeant.”

Ghost lets out a dry chuckle and follows the steps of their Captain, leaving Soap and Gaz a bit puzzled.

❄️

The sun is already setting when you hear loud voices outside, and soon after a series of knocks on your door. You’re a little stressed when you rise from the floor in front of your fireplace to go open the door. You have agreed to shelter those 4 soldiers for 3 entire weeks only as a favor to Price. An old acquaintance who saved your life, a decade earlier, before you left the field to heal your wounds - body and mind. The large wood cabin had been your home for a few years already. You keep it open for women like you, in need of time away from the world, although it’s pretty rare they come during winter time when the road is blocked by snow. It’s an old building, but well-kept and you made it as cozy as possible, all warm natural tones, plush carpets on dark wood floors, dark gray stones in the bathrooms. 

You welcome them with a soft smile, delighting in their surprise - seems like John had not told them he planned on using your cottage as a back-up base for this training expedition. John’s team members are not really what you expected: there is one Scott with a mohawk that seems simultaneously annoyed and happy to be there (he has terrific blue eyes), a young and calm brown-haired Brit (he’s really cute, like movie-star cute), and a behemoth with a literal skull mask (his size alone has your head spinning). You can’t complain about them though, as they are polite and friendly, praising your home - and for sure taking in the comfort and warmth one last time before heading off for days of rudimental camping in the icy woods. You don’t envy them, remembering that one mission you did in Siberia when you were still in active duty, that wasn’t really fun. They settle in their rooms easily and you all share a quick dinner you had cooked - except for the masked giant. The banter goes fast between them, especially after you offer them beers. You like being alone, but you have to admit they are fun to be around.

❄️

The living room is silent and dark, the only light coming from the fireplace across your couch. After dinner, you had trouble finding sleep in your room, so you went to read a bit in front of the fire. But you must have dozed off, because you wake up suddenly, gasping, arms flailing, sitting up immediately. Your frantic eyes, wide open, scan the room for the reason of your awakening, survival instinct going overdrive. Someone is standing in your living room, frozen in place on their way to the front door. It’s the behemoth with the skull mask - the scariest of them all, of course.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” he apologizes. In the darkness of the room, it looks like his jaw is not even moving beneath the dark fabric covering the lower half of his face, like the sound just pours out of him or like he’s speaking directly inside your head. He might actually, you’re not entirely convinced the giant is not some sort of supernatural being John brought back from a cursed battlefield. It’s unnerving to say the least. 

“I’m sorry, it- it happens sometimes, I can’t help it, my instinct thought you were a threat…” you blurt out before realizing you may have offended him in some way by implying he’s not worthy of your trust. But instead of scoffing, he lets out a thoughtful hum, lowering his head to look at his boots, almost sheepish. 

“Don’t. Don’t apologize.” His voice is low, calm, and at the same time you can feel something else, sadness, maybe disappointment, in what or who, you’re not sure.

“Care for a smoke?” he offers after a beat of silence, nodding to the front door. You don’t smoke anymore, cut the nasty habit years ago. That’s why you don’t know what compels you to accept, but you’re not gonna be able to sleep now, so you follow him outside, grabbing your coat on the way. 

You half expect him to smoke through the mask, but he pushes the fabric up enough to reveal a strong jaw covered in light stubble, and plush lips. So he’s human after all. The slick and heavy storm lighter looks ridiculously small in his giant hand when he lights his cigarette. He takes a deep puff before handing it to you.

“Sorry, last one.”

Your fingers graze his, and you bring it to your lips to drag a small puff that immediately makes you cough.

“You ok?” he rasps, humor tilting the corner of his mouth upwards.

“Yeah, it’s been a while, that’s all” you provide. He hums in approval at your explanation. 

When you hand him the cigarette, you take a moment to look at his mouth, the way his throat works when he inhales, the way the silver smoke dances between his open lips and fades into the night sky. Something warms your gut when you realize his lips are set just where yours had been a few seconds ago. 

You don’t know what’s more attractive, this or the fact he doesn’t try to make conversation for the sake of it. He doesn’t bother to explain why he couldn’t sleep and felt the need to smoke at 3 in the morning. He knows you understand. You are just glad to bask in the soft noises of nature at night - wind in the threes, the hooting of an owl. Fuck, you’ve been alone up there for too long to thirst on John’s colleagues just like this, just a few hours after their arrival. You shake your head, driving out the thought, and take the cigarette again from his fingers.

❄️

The next morning, you wake up pretty early after a short night, only to find one of them - the pretty one, Gaz - is already fixing coffee in your kitchen like he belongs there. You honestly could get used to this. The thin long sleeves of his shirt are doing nothing to conceal the muscles underneath, rolling as he’s going about this mundane task of preparing breakfast. His kind eyes and soft voice when he asks for your choice of eggs makes your heart flutter with a yearning for this kind of intimate domesticity you had never really allowed yourself up until then. It’s kinda concerning, at this rate you’re gonna ask one - all? - of them to stay with you in your cottage instead of going back to whatever missions at the other end of the world. 

The rest of the day is not making you change your mind. Price had asked if anything needed their help around the house, and you gave them the tedious task of moving the gigantic pile of wood logs stocked at the other end of your garden closer to the house. It would have taken you days to do it by yourself. But by lunch time, the pile had dwindled to a fifth of what it was thanks to the hard work of the four men. The two younger ones were down to their long-sleeve compression shirts despite the cold, sleeves rolled up their elbows, showing off strong forearms, various scars slashing across the discreet swirls of black ink from old tattoos. Some disappear under the black gloves they are all sporting. Sweat plasters the fabric of their shirts to their shoulders and chests. You can’t deny they look fucking good. 

You had accepted Price’s demand without much after-thought, but now you couldn’t be more happy about it, ogling those four rugged men laboring away for you. Despite being older than his men, Price is far from looking bad. He’s built like a brick house, a healthy layer of fat covering muscles he’s been honing for two decades. Dark hair peaks from the open collar of his jacket, your eyes follow the line of the thin garment which is hugging his tapered waist, down to his thick thighs. Fuck. You remember what it was like to be close to him - literally and figuratively. He was your colleague, an equal, a couple years older than you but you shared the same rank. He was a mentor, a friend, a lover - only briefly, after that fateful mission where he saved your life on the field. You parted ways in good spirit after you announced that you wanted to retire, needed to get your head straight before committing to anything. Today, you ask yourself if maybe you could take this back from where you left it.

❄️

You want to train with us today, love? Just like old times.

Price had asked you the question the next morning and you had not been hard to convince. It was more about being able to look at them than to train your body, but they didn’t need to know that. Even if you keep a pretty healthy lifestyle, you can’t compete with elite soldiers, and by the fourth set of push-ups, your arms are giving out. You’re about to stop and reach for your water bottle, when Price notices. 

“Come on, you can do five more, I’m sure!”

You groan in response, but you go back in position.

“Breathe, love. Back a little more straight. Elbows in. That’s it… Good.” 

Price’s deep voice is calm as he’s encouraging you, gently correcting your posture.

“Don’t look down, chin up. Perfect, you’re doing good.” he goes on, and you cheeks warm under his praise, enough to make you forget the stinging cold. Your whole body is clenched with the effort, you’re letting out little cries with each push-up, your muscles are hurting, but you want nothing more than to make the captain proud.

“Just one more. Done! You did great darling, I’m impressed.” 

He helps you get up on shaking legs and when you almost stumble, he secures you upright against his chest, keeps you there for two seconds more than he should for it to not look intentional. When you raise your head, you’re suddenly so close to his face, blue eyes staring down at you with a glint in them you can’t ignore. You reluctantly part before reaching for your water bottle again, playing coy.

The three others are not oblivious to the little game between you and Price. You notice how they exchange knowing looks and little smiles whenever you both interact. Worst, they also seem to pick up on your love for being praised and soon enough they take every excuse to whisper how good your aim still is during target training, or how smart you are for knowing everything about the local fauna during your afternoon hike. It never sounds like they’re mocking you though, never feels like it’s not genuine. It’s not fair, really. At this rate, you don’t know how you’re gonna survive living under the same roof with four attractive men for three entire weeks. 

The answer to this torture of yours is revealed quickly. After a few days of acclimatization at your cottage, Price and his men are ready for a long expedition higher in the mountains, with just tents and even a short surviving-in-extreme-cold workshop. They will be gone for at least ten days. You watch them pack their gear and leave your place with a pinch in your heart you couldn’t expect when you first opened your door to them.

❄️

Days go by, pretty uneventful, until your heating system breaks down. It’s not the first time since you’re leaving up there, it’s not that scary but you’ll have to wait a few days for the repair team to come by. In the meantime, you resort to live and sleep in your living room, where the fireplace provides enough heat to keep you warm in the heart of the winter.

They come back the day after that, and when you see their silhouettes emerging from the treeline, just before the sun sets down, you can’t prevent your lips to form a smile so big it hurts your cheeks after a couple minutes standing in the biting cold. 

The fondness in Price’s eyes is not dulled by the news your heater is out of order, nor is the relief on Soap’s and Gaz’s faces at the promise of a solid roof and comfy beds after days of rudimentary accommodations.

You all work to prepare some food, and to bring a couple mattresses with all the duvets you can find in front of the fireplace - the only sane solution for you all to sleep without suffering too much from the freezing temperatures. It reminds you of your years of service, when you sometimes had to share a single room with your whole squad - you’re not missing the stress and the harsh living conditions, but you’re definitely missing the camaraderie, the jokes and fits of laughter, the bodies of trusted people around you. 

They leave you the couch - gentlemen that they are - the objectively most comfortable option, but once again you can’t find sleep. The piece of furniture is the farthest away from the fire, and you’re on your own, no one next to you to share body heat with you. 

It’s only because I’m cold. That’s the poor excuse you give yourself - and the one you whisper to Price - when you step down from your couch to seek a place under the cover next to John. He’s sleeping next to Gaz; Soap and Ghost are sharing the other mattress. You slide yourself against him, immediately melting into his chest, the man radiating heat like it’s his only purpose in life. He doesn’t even have to ask you if it’s okay to hold you against him because you plaster yourself to him and nuzzle against his chest, old habits taking over your sleepy brain. A sense of safety and comfort envelopes you at the same time his warmth does. You forgot how good it felt to be in his embrace, to be tucked against his broad chest, surrounded by his smell - manly, ambery wood, and the rich spice of his cigars. 

He chuckles silently as you settle at his side and let out a little content sigh. He missed that too, he won’t say it out loud, but having you like this, soft and pliant in his arms, it makes him wonder how he could be such a fool for not seeking you sooner. He suddenly wants to kiss you, to make you feel good, here and now, no matter the fact his men are sleeping just a few inches from you. Should he care? He’s not blind to the fact you spend a good amount of time leering at them since they’re here, and to the fact they are watching you back. He can not ignore the shameless flirting going on between all of you five actually. John has never really been in a situation like this, doesn’t know where this will lead him - where this could lead them. But he’s ready to follow you. He takes a deep breath before he talks. 

“Just like old times?” He asks, voice low, chest vibrating with it under your palm. 

Just like old times… The words echo in your head, echo in your heart. He gives you the opportunity to lead him - to lead them - wherever you wish.

“Just like old times.” You repeat back to him, before you capture his lips in a gentle kiss.

PART 2

[aezuria]

okay now we need those Percy hcs immediately

*ੈ✎ love grows (where my rosemary goes)

"there's something about her hand holding mine, it's a feeling that's fine and i just gotta say 'hey!'" —edison lighthouse

note: OKAY ANON GOT TO WORK AS SOON I SAW THIS 🫡 idk what happened im sorry this is kinda ass 😔😔

content: percy jackson x reader; dating hcs

warnings: cursing

this man is a menace

he's head over heels for you but also almost drowned you

he claims the wave "wasn't supposed to be that big" SIR??

that was like typhoon level shit right there

he just wanted to put you under a littleee bit so he could be your knight in shining armor and save you 🥺🥺

spoiler: you ended up saving yourself

(it's okay he made it up with lots of cuddles and kisses)

you were wading into the water, eager to join percy in the deep end, when suddenly, an unnatural wave crashes into your back and sends you falling into the deep end

you gasp too late and take a mouthful of salty seawater

with your arms flailing in the water, you swam to the surface and gulped for air

you wiped at your face, opening your eyes to see percy near you, but at a distance as if he was afraid of invoking your wrath

you narrowed your eyes at him, his skittish behavior obviously telling you that he was the culprit

"JACKSON!" you swam towards him at a frighteningly quick pace, leaving the poor boy scrambling away and screaming apologies

"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE!"

anyway

he swings your hands while you walk

its so silly and he loves it

also a fan of running while your hands are interlocked

the first time was purely out of instinct, him grabbing your hand as a monster crashed behind you guys (because when can demigods catch a break?) and he started sprinting, dragging you along

likes skipping??? he's so weird

says it conserves energy and it's fun (he's not wrong but he forgot to mention the downside of looking like a dumbass)

imagine him skipping into battle

or better yet: "greeks! let's, um, fight stuff!" and they all skip menacingly

that was kinda off topic my bad

if you wear a ponytail he loves spinning it around like a helicopter

makes the little noises too

you feel a tug on your hair, already knowing who it is

"percy? what the hell are you doing?"

"helicopter."

back to almost drowning you, you got back at him by draining all the water in his cabin

to this day, he still doesn't know how you did it

all he knows is that after the sink wouldn't turn on, he knew exactly who it was

he was a man on a MISSION as he ran across the whole camp to catch you

"Y/N!"

"IT WAS THE STOLLS!"

"YOU FILTHY LIAR!"

your relationship is full of prank wars and all that good stuff

once it's over you settle down and cuddle on the shore

he laid out a picnic blanket for the two of you and you talked for hoursss into the night

the two of you were sleepy, heads resting on each other as a gentle breeze swept the salty air into your faces

percy was rambling on and on about you, but you were already half-asleep

"you're just so amazing and wonderful and i'm so grateful for you, you know? you're so fun to be with, and you're so beautiful.. y/n?" he looked down at you after your lack of response, finding your pretty eyes shut

he smiled down at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead

"goodnight."

[bathomet-writes]

a view to a thrill

summary: It’s been months since the Kraang attack on New York, and Raph has been acting a little strange lately. He’s been doing something in secret, that much Leo knew. And tonight, his brothers are gonna get to the bottom of it!

relationship: Raph x F!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, secret dating, forehead kisses, sfw

word count: 4,033

author's note: this is a request for @/snipersiniora!! enjoy!!

It’s been months since the Kraang attack on New York. After all the clean-up and recuperation efforts, the city was mostly back to normal. A new normal, anyway. 

Leo sat at the kitchen island, munching on the last slice of leftover pizza as he thought about all the changes he and his family had been going through lately. 

They had all talked about and dealt with most of the fallout of the Kraang. It was hard, but necessary. Leo hated having to watch all his brothers live through each of their experiences all over again, every time the subject was seriously brought up. The healing was almost harder than the pain, weirdly enough. 

Shaking his head, Leo tries to stop himself from spiraling back down that rabbit hole. He didn’t like how conscious of his own emotions he was becoming. It made him jumpy, on edge. 

It also made him a lot more hyper aware. Not just of himself, but of his brothers too. He found himself becoming much more of a helicopter parent of sorts. It came with being the leader, he supposed. Didn’t make it any less annoying. 

As he swallowed the final bite of pizza, Leo’s thoughts went to Raph. 

“Where is that guy anyway?”

It wasn’t like Raph had to be at the lair the same time every night. He was free to do whatever he pleased! But it was nearly 7 PM, and Leo hadn’t seen heads or tails of Raph all day. 

Going out on ‘solo missions,’ volunteering to grab pizza, take out, what have you. Raph had a clever excuse for every time his brothers asked where he was going. Leo noticed that he was taking longer and longer to come back each time, but that wasn’t enough of a reason to be suspicious. 

In his lab, Donnie was casually checking in on everyone’s pins during a break from his video game when he saw it. Raph’s little red icon was nowhere on the map. Was his tracker glitching out or something?

“Not possible,” Donnie seethes. “My tech is immaculate.”

He zoomed out to get a wider view of the sewers. It was only a 10 mile radius, but surely Raph was somewhere around. 

Nothing. 

He zooms out again, looking at a 15 mile radius. 

Zip. 

“What…?”

He didn’t usually keep tabs on his brothers like this, but Donnie was starting to get worried. Quickly, he taps into the city’s surveillance systems and gets a complete view of New York. Far off on the other end of town, near the docks to be precise, Donnie saw a red dot blinking away. 

“Ah. He’s probably busting up a mafia ring or something. Yeah!” Donnie nods to himself. 

Couldn’t be anything else. 

Suddenly, the blinking stops. Donnie scrambles to the edge of his chair to grab at the computer screen. Raph turned off his GPS…

“Okay, that’s it.”

In the rec room area, Mikey had been pacing around for a while. With board games and phone in hand, he was starting to panic. Tonight was supposed to be family game night, and Mikey was the only one who showed up. Even Splinter bailed on him, having accidentally passed out on his bed after dinner. 

“This is so not cool. I had the games picked out and everything!”

Right as Mikey drops the box of Scrabble and the container of dominos, Donnie storms in. 

“This is ridiculous.”

Mikey spins around, equally exasperated. “You’re tellin’ me! Can you believe it?”

Leo had sauntered in as well, his curiosity piqued when he heard the commotion all the way from the kitchen. Crossing his arms, he leans up against the entryway. 

“It’s so frustrating. Is it so much to ask for a little communication? A little honesty?”

Donnie and Mikey approach, nodding their heads furiously along with their brother. 

“Right!”

“Precisely!”

The three of them stand there for a second, in total silence. Leo slowly blinks his eyes open. 

“What are we talking about? I mean, I know what I’m talking about.”

Donnie points at his wrist. “I’ll tell you: Raph, our brother, has just turned off his tracker. How did he even do that? It’s subcutaneous!”

Leo clears his throat with a furrowed brow. He was just going to ignore the fact that Donnie somehow managed to implant tracking devices inside all of them. For now. 

“He couldn’t have chewed it out. Mine’s all the way back here!” Mikey spins around, grabbing pitifully at the back of his neck. “Dang, almost.”

“Wait— He what? Lemme see that.”

Leo grabs at Donnie’s wrist, scanning over the map display. “You didn’t happen to—“

“Near the docks, I already committed it to memory.”

Donnie gives his brothers a haughty grin as they applaud his excellent memory. 

“Impressive!”

“Very sneaky,” Mikey smirks. 

Then, Leo brings them all in for a short conference. 

“Okay, it’s clear to me now that Raph is most certainly hiding something. He’s not in trouble, or else he’d be calling one of us. Right?”

Mikey whips out his phone and dials Raph. “Let’s see…”

They watch with bated breath as the line rings. Raph wouldn’t ignore a phone call from his youngest, goodest brother, would he?

“Hey, you’ve reached Raphael! I can’t come to the phone right now—“

“HYAH—!” Mikey tosses his phone against the wall. “Not the voicemail!”

This wasn’t like Raph at all, they wonder to themselves. 

Surely he, of all people, would want to keep his loved ones close after the invasion. He didn’t have to stay put in the lair all the time, but he could have at least had the decency to keep his tracker on. Leo nods, making the executive decision. 

“Then it’s settled.” He pulls out his portal lying sword and slices through the air. “C’mon.”

Leo calmly walks through, with Mikey and Donnie following close behind. 

Raph’s been doing something in secret, that much Leo knew. And tonight, his brothers are gonna get to the bottom of it! 

—

Quietly, Raph hops in-between shipping containers. He was running late, so he resorted just to using his ninja skills to get him to his destination. 

He didn’t even check his phone when he felt it buzz. 

“No time! Can’t talk!” He speaks to the inanimate object before stowing it away. 

Finally, he sees it. Albeartoland!

Raph zeros in on the silhouette of the roller coaster in the distance before flash-stepping. It wasn’t like he would be breaking in, there weren’t exactly any security around the place, but Raph tried to creep in as stealthily as he could. 

It was never in great shape before (the Mad Dogs made sure of that when it first opened), but Albeartoland was officially closed after the invasion. The NYC Clean-Up Project just didn’t have it in the budget to refurbish a dilapidated amusement park. 

The rides were all mostly destroyed, the main roller coaster barely being held together. The ferris wheel was somewhere in the ocean below the pier, most likely. But what didn’t rely on electricity was still intact. 

Carnival games, abandoned food stands, and walkable attractions. It wasn’t ideal, but Raph hoped to himself that they would be enough entertainment for tonight. 

Once he finally made his way to the entrance, he quietly surveyed the area. 

“She must have left already…” Raph sighs to himself. 

“Nope, still here.”

Suddenly, Raph twists around to see you standing just behind the front gate. You smile, giving him a small salute. “I wouldn’t give up after only…15 minutes of waiting?”

You glance down at your phone, checking the hour. “Plus, you actually gave me enough time to find the breaker. Maybe you can use your brute strength to kick it on and we can see if this place has any juice left.”

His spirit lifts immediately as he brings you into a spine-breaking hug. “You’re the best!”

You weakly fight back against his hold, blushing as he places a couple of smooches on the top of your head. 

“I know! Now put me down before you break something.”

He gives you one last kiss before setting you back down. His face was starting to heat up as well. 

“You’re right, you’re precious cargo.”

Chuckling, you lead him over to the power breaker in the center of the park. You didn’t really have any knowledge about circuitry, but most of the wires were either torn out or fried. Couldn’t hurt to try it anyway. 

“After you. I’m pretty sure you won’t get electrocuted…” You shrug, moving to the side to allow him to pull the main switch.

“Pfft, I’m sure it’s fine.” Raph spits onto the palms of his hands, rearing up to grab ahold of the handle. “Stand back, wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

You back away, putting your arms up defensively. “From the sparks?”

“No, from the gun show.” He smirks, flexing his impressive arms. 

You ogle him from afar as he pulls the switch up. With a loud mechanical sound, the power kicks back on and the park slowly begins to light up. You get momentarily distracted from Raph as the twinkling lights blink on around you. 

“Not bad, Red. You better start charging me admission.” You slink back over to him, letting your fingers walk along his toned muscles. 

In the distance, you swear you hear something. Maybe it was all in your head, but you swore you just heard someone vomit. 

“Hm?” You look behind you. 

Nobody. Weird.

You feel Raph begin to pull away from your touch, flustered at your compliment. 

“Ahaha…” He smiles goofily at you. “Why don’t we take a walk around? There’s probably a game that isn’t completely trashed.”

You glance back one more time before going to catch up with Raph. “Yeah, right.”

For a while, the two of you busy yourselves with trying out various attractions. The sledgehammer bell game instantly caught your eye. A test of strength would be the perfect thing to impress Raph, you thought to yourself. 

With a bit of swagger in your step, you make your way over to the game. “Check this out, stud.”

Lifting himself out of a toppled food cart, Raph looks up at you with a piece of funnel cake in his mouth. 

“Dude, how old is that?” You grimace as you lift up the hammer. 

Swallowing the rest, Raph wipes away the crumbs. “Tastes pretty old.”

He giggles watching your face twist with disgust. 

“Whatever. Prepare to be amazed!”

You lift the hammer high over your head before bringing it down. The rubber collides with the sensor, causing the dial on the machine to shoot up. It bobs a bit near the top before dropping to the middle, right around the ‘weakling’ marker. 

You stutter, feeling sheepish. “That…that one didn’t count.”

Before you know it, Raph walks up behind you and politely offers his hand. “These games are all rigged. Here, let me.”

Raph gives you that warm, confident look that always fills your stomach with butterflies. Blushing, you hand the hammer to him. 

“Well, you’ll probably just break it anyway. Go ahead.” You scoff. 

He squares his legs to about shoulder-length apart, almost like he’s about to tee off at golf. Raph takes his sweet time getting ready before finally hitting the sensor. 

Gingerly, he brings his arms up and taps the hammer. “Boop.”

You throw your head back, rolling your eyes. “Okay, wise guy. How ‘bout you try for real now?”

Raph tosses a snarky look your way, his fang poking out of his mouth. 

“If you say so.”

In a flash, you watch as Raph summons his mystic powers. His red, glowing arms expand out to grab ahold of the hammer. It was dwarfed by his large hands, but his grip remained tight. With a boost of speed and power, Raph reels back and practically smashes the sensor. 

The dial on the game goes much higher this time, unsurprisingly. Just when you both think it’ll hit the bell at the top, it sinks back down to the lowest marker. 

You blink, stepping forward. “What does that say…? Wimp?”

Smirking, you hear Raph shuffle next to you. 

“No. That can’t be right!”

“Oh yeah, you’re right. It actually says ‘Shrimp.’ My bad.”

Raph’s face breaks out into a deep red color before he shakes his mystic fist at the game. He sure did like to talk to inanimate objects a lot. 

“Callin’ me shrimpy, huh? You wanna go?” He growls. 

Then, he leaps up high into the air, locking his fists together. If the hammer wasn’t enough to prove his strength, his fists certainly could. 

You nonchalantly walk back a safe distance, watching him relentlessly smash the sensor with his massive hands. He moves on to just destroying the rest of the game in a blind rage, flattening the bell with a resounding crunch. 

With a dry chuckle, you walk back up to him after his mystic energy disappears. 

“You sure showed it who’s boss.” You kick at the remnants of the game. 

Raph pouts, folding his arms across his chest. “Serves it right.”

You have to stop yourself from ‘aww’-ing at his angry face. He was just too adorable! Thinking on your feet, you skip away from Raph. 

“Hold on!” You shout. 

You look around at all the nearby booths, digging through the rubble and debris. To your disappointment, there really weren't any carnival prizes left. All the plushies were either taken by young delinquents raiding the park or destroyed in the Kraang invasion, apparently.

You nearly give up before you walk past the last booth. There was exactly one Albearto plush left, hanging sadly on the side of the counter. You snatch it up and quickly try to dust it off. 

You tip-toe back up to Raph, plush hidden behind your back. He was still sulking, but he had moved to sit at the edge of the dock. His beefy legs dangled off the pier. 

You smile cheekily, poking his shell. “Since you did technically hit the bell, I think you deserve a prize. The law of the amusement park demands it.”

Raph peeks up at you, still scowling. “Whaddaya mean?”

You present him with the Albearto plush with a flourish. “Ta-da! I know you hate kinda hate this guy, but…”

Before your slightly embarrassed ramblings can go on, Raph takes the toy from you. His eyes go wide and watery at your kind gesture. 

“F-For me?”

You and Raph stare at each other lovingly. 

“You don’t need a carnival game to tell you that you’re literally the strongest dude alive.” You wink, moving closer to scratch underneath Raph’s chin. Right where he liked it. 

In the background, another voice calls out. It was…cheering?

There it was again! You spin around toward the source of the noise. Was someone following you? 

Raph’s contented sighs of happiness soon drown out your errant thoughts. You were just paranoid, you thought. Facing him again, you give Raph a couple more scritches. 

“That’s so weird.” You whisper. 

“Mmm…what is, baby?”

His cute pet name sends a bolt of lightning straight to your heart. You think it might actually stop beating for a second. 

“What did I tell you about calling me that?” Your eyeball twitches, trying to reign in your emotions. 

Raph sighs, lumbering to stand up. He moves your hands away so that he can slide his up to your face. 

“You said that you’d probably have a heart attack and die. But I think you were lyin’ to me.” He smirks. 

You tuck your head into your shirt collar, feeling positively bombarded with affection. Raph knew that whenever he called you that, you melted into a human puddle. 

“Stop! I’ll push you off!” You joke, playfully slapping his hands away. 

Raph laughs, moving away. “Okay, okay. Do you think the carousel still works—“

The wood plank Raph was standing began to creak and whine under your combined weights. Maybe the park was in worse shape than he thought. Suddenly, the edge of the pier shifts, the weather-worn wood snapping. 

All Raph can do is stare dumbly into your eyes as he starts to fall. Even his ninja reflexes weren’t quick enough to catch him. 

“Raph!” You shout, reaching your hands out to somehow catch him. 

Without even thinking, your body launches forward on instinct. You knew you didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell, but you knew you had to save Raph. Even if it meant dislocating your shoulder. 

Your hands shoot out as you fall to the ground. The wood was weak, but it had you up. The splintered edge dug roughly into your stomach, but you didn’t care. You grit your teeth, feeling your hands grab onto something. 

Somehow, you manage to grab a hold of Raph’s wrist. 

Raph gulps, his voice shaky. 

“I thought you were kidding.”

You quickly grab him with your other hand, trying with all your might to pull him back up. It didn’t help that Raph weighed…well, as much as an insanely jacked mutant turtle weighed. 

“Shut up and get back up here!” You groan. 

You don’t even pay attention to the sound of something landing behind you. 

Raph strains a bit, but swings his other arm up. He catches the edge of the pier with his index finger and slowly pulls himself back up. 

“Thank God I didn’t skip arm day,” he hisses.

Finally, you pull Raph all the way up. Dragging you both over to the prize booth nearby, you pant and try to catch your breaths.

“T-Thanks,” He wheezes, grabbing his chest. “I almost took a swim.”

You bend down and lean onto your knees, shooting Raph an apologetic frown.

“Don’t thank me. You did most of the work.”

“You’re probably right, but your bravery was commendable. Well done.”

A nasally voice echoes behind you, giving you a half-hearted clap. Donnie walks forward, cocking his head to the side. He was sizing you up, analyzing your face. 

“Woah, who’s the babe?” Leo pops his head over Donnie’s shoulder, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. 

You feel yourself start to sweat under their scrutinizing gazes. You definitely knew Raph had brothers, you’ve seen their blurry images on social media. But you’ve never officially met them. Raph and you have had many conversations about it, whether or not he should tell them about your relationship. You both came to the conclusion that, at least for now, it’d be best to keep it on the down-low. 

With the blue and purple-clad turtles eyeing you up and down, however, that might be a little difficult. 

You gulp. Time to make a good first impression.

“Hey, isn’t there an orange one?”

Well, maybe just an impression. 

“That’s me!” 

Mikey slides in and places an arm over your shoulder, bringing you into a friendly side-hug. 

Soon enough, the three brothers crowd into your personal space, trying to get a better look at you. Their heads press up against one another, making you snicker. 

“Uh, hello.” You take a step back.

“Wait—!” Raph marches over to stand in-between you and the others. “What are you bozos doin’ here?”

Taking the lead, Leo pushes himself forward.

“We’re just here to check up on our dear older brother. We didn’t look up your location and follow you all the way out here to snoop, because if you’re thinking that, you’re dead wrong.”

Raph narrows his eyes. He looks over to a meek looking Mikey and Donnie, waiting to hear their excuse. They didn’t even try to lie, simply shrugging to him. 

“You turned off your tracker. Could you blame us?” Donnie sighs.

“And, you missed family game night! We were gonna do our domino rematch like you promised.” Mikey’s lip quivers, giving Raph big puppy dog eyes. 

“That was tonight? Ugh.” Raph slaps his forehead. 

He did feel like he was pulling away from his brothers a little bit lately, but he was always sure to keep his schedule straight. There was family time, and there was you time. 

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t…” 

Raph looks back at you, politely standing off to the side. 

You didn’t want to interrupt, or accidentally say anything stupid. This seemed like a more personal matter between brothers, so you just kept to yourself. When Raph looks back at you, eyes searching for the right words, you bite at your lip. 

Quickly, you introduce yourself to Leo, Donnie, and Mikey.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take your brother away from you guys.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest as they looked at you curiously. You don’t know how else to behave in front of them, so you just bow. It’s a formal, almost awkward way to greet them. But how else could you react to meeting more of the people who basically saved the entire world from alien invaders.

“Thank you for saving New York. Not just from the Kraang, obviously…” You chuckle, looking at the ground. “But for all that other stuff.”

Suddenly, Leo breaks out into laughter. 

You straighten your back, looking even more awkward. Did you say something wrong? Did your bowing offend them somehow? Your mind raced as Leo continued to guffaw at you.

Suddenly they all realize, in their own unique way, that Raph had a girlfriend. A real, flesh-and-blood girlfriend!

Leo was a little surprised, but proud nonetheless. He was just relieved that Raph wasn’t hiding some deep, dark secret about moonlighting as a vigilante or something. 

“Holy shit! This one’s a card! Nice going, brother.” Leo playfully slaps at Raph’s back.

Donnie hangs back, seemingly trying to do endless math equations in his mind. If his brother had been dating, surely he would have seen all the signs? How did Raph manage to evade his expert perception for months?

“For no reason in particular, could you give me all of your personal information? Phone number, work place, social security number.” Donnie approaches you, notepad in hand.

“I’m gonna go with ‘no.’” You smirk, pushing him away.

Mikey was nothing but ecstatic! He jumped forward, wrapping you up in a big, cuddly hug. He was a little miffed at Raph for skipping family time, but how could he stay mad knowing that his big bro had finally found love?

“Welcome to our messed up family! Our dad’s a rat!”

You stumble a bit when he crawls onto your back, but you give his hand a friendly pat. “So I’ve heard.”

Raph watches with slight disbelief as Leo walks up and greets you as well. You all exchange your names and get all the pleasantries out of the way. 

Was it always going to be this easy, you meeting all of his brothers? Suddenly, Raph felt pretty bad for being so nervous about introducing you. Not that he didn’t trust you, or that the others wouldn’t, it’s just that he didn’t know how to navigate that part of your relationship yet. 

Then, Raph feels a pang of love deep in his gut. He knew that as long as he had his brothers and you, he’d be okay. He’d be more than okay.

“I didn’t know how else to react, okay? What, did you want me to say ‘thank you for your service’?’” You joke.

“Yikes, that’s worse.” Leo scratches the side of his head and laughs along with you.

Raph silently approaches, moving to stand behind you. 

“Sorry guys. I know I’ve been kinda—“

“Ah-ah. Say no more. We know.” Donnie waves him off with a lazy smile. 

“Yeah, you’ve only been dating for a couple of months. You were just taking your time!” Mikey flashes Raph a bright smile, giving him a thumbs up.

Then, you look back to Raph, quirking up an eyebrow. 

“Should we tell them?” 

Raph chuckles, a sweat drop running down his face. 

“A couple of months, a year, what’s the difference?”

The five of you stand there for a second. You could hear a pin drop. 

“WHAAAAAAT?” 

Leo, Donnie, and Mikey collectively scream, attacking Raph and tackling him to the ground.

You cackle watching them playfully fight with each other. Your life was bound to become a lot more messed up now, but that was just fine with you.

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"Maybe Blue Isn't So Bad"

Recom Brown x  Recom Y/N 

Summary: The recom's are struggling to adapt to their new bodies. It hits Y/N the worst. She gets injured during a mission and Brown takes care of her. They talk about it before realising how touched-starved they are. Knowing their problems are difficult to solve, they fuck their worries away.

WARNINGS: SMUT, fluff, angst, hurt and comfort, mentions of blood, pet name mama, breeding kink (no mating with tsaheylu), recom's identity crisis, tears

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Word count: 5241

The helicopter landed at our base and I was the first to haul myself from the side and try to run inside. 

This was one of the most intense missions I’d ever experienced and I was not taking it well.

“Woah, hold on there sweetheart.” Quaritch shouted over the dying engine of the aircraft. I stumbled forward, falling to my knees on the hard concrete and wrapping an arm around my stomach. I felt like throwing up but nothing was happening. 

Immediately a pair of hands came to my aid, steadying me while I crouched down. Another pair moved the hair out of my face in case I did puke. 

Everyone had gotten off now, taking all the gear with them and they were standing in a group, waiting for orders and waiting for me to get up. 

No one felt relaxed after seeing what we just did, but since I got the worst of it, my mind was scattered. 

After about a minute of me breathing through my discomfort and the Colonel handing out tasks and orders,  I was able to open my eyes and sit back on my knees. 

“Help ‘er up.” Quaritch ordered and Lyle who stood next to me, making sure I was alright pulled me to my feet by holding me under my arms. 

I lean against him and then Brown comes around my other side, offering me more stability. I hold on to his shoulder and Lyle hands me off to him before helping Ja with the heavy gear. 

We’re all waiting for further instructions now.

“Alright, you lot join Wainfleet up on deck. We’re not done for today.” he says, talking to the others. 

Miles turns to me, letting out a small sigh and looking at me with a glimpse of pity in his eyes. 

“Y/N you’re dismissed.” he says, waving it off. I can’t answer him I only slightly nod, facing the ground as my head spins. 

“Stay with her and help ‘er out.” he says to Brown who is firmly holding me and he nods before directing his attention back to me. 

“Alright, get movin’. We don’t have all day!” Quaritch shouts, and the others start to walk inside. Most of them glance at me with worried expressions. It was clear to see that I was not okay. At least we were safe for now.

Quaritch nodded at Brown before motioning Lyle back to me. Both men stretched my arms over their shoulders and helped me walk inside while Miles walked beside us. As our superior, his top priority was obviously successfully completing the mission but also our safety and well-being. He could tell I had gotten a bad handful of things today and he was silently cursing himself for not having everyone covered at all ends. Now you had to suffer the consequences of his little mistake. 

We got inside and I was dropped off in a medical room. There were three beds and they placed me on the side of one. 

I sat, hunched over with my tail loosely hanging off the side while holding my face in my palm. 

Quaritch said a few things to Brown before he and Lyle left the room. When the door closed behind them there was almost complete silence and it calmed me down. Compared to the roaring engine and the… monster, we just encountered, this was heaven. 

Then I heard plastic wrappers and looked up to see Brown facing away from me, opening the medical kit on a table while I tried to keep balance on the thin hospital bed. 

I looked around the room noticing it was empty apart from the cabinets full of medicines and samples. The large glass windows were covered with blinds and the ceiling lights were illuminating the stripes on my now… blue skin. 

Right… I wasn’t human anymore…

Brown finished putting together whatever he was doing and turned around, walking towards me. 

My eyes were struggling to adapt to the bright lighting in the room and my body started slowly falling to the side. 

Before I could completely lose balance and tumble down, a large arm wrapped around my side, pulling me back into my previous sitting position. 

“Careful, don’t want you hurting yourself more.” he chuckled, slowly letting go. 

“Yeah, my bad.” I mumble, palming my forehead. He flashes me a smile before rearranging the items in his hands. One of them is a wet wipe drenched in alcohol and the other a wrapped-up bandage. 

Brown crouched down in front of me, gently lifting my injured leg so that my heel was resting on his knee.

“This’ll sting.” he warned before pressing the cloth against the large slash I had on my calf. I whimpered, biting down on my lip before I got used to it. But I knew he had to clean it properly. He pulled it away for a second before starting to wipe the blood away while gliding the stinging cloth through the open flesh. 

My whole body tensed and I lay back, biting my fist while digging my nails into my hand. God, this hurt as much as when the wound was made. 

“Sorry.” he breathily said, feeling a little guilty even though he knows he is helping me.

“It’s fine-” I squeaked out, clenching my eyes closed. “Just get it done.”

He nodded, looking back down at my leg again after noticing how my tail was repeatedly thudding against the metal railing on the side. This was pure agony.

He continued cleaning the wound, trying to hurry it up for me and when he was done I relaxed back, covering my face with my arms and breathing heavily. 

Brown chuckled, gently wiping down my entire leg to clean it off from blood. 

“There. Done. Wasn’t that bad now was it?” he sarcastically asked, grinning down at my half-dead self. 

I snort in response, feeling like I’ve won the battle of a lifetime. He smiles before putting the cloth to the side and starting to wrap the bandage around my leg. 

Slowly I lift my body and sit up, watching his hands encircle my massacred leg with the remaining bandage until it’s gone. 

I admired how gentle he was, especially because I knew usually he wasn’t.

Brown was the type of guy that would fist-bump his friends. That included chest bumps in the air too. When teasing a guy he would headlock them and rub his fist in their hair. He was also quite competitive, his main goal usually being beating Prager and Ja in physically challenging tasks. 

But now, he was wrapping my leg in such a manner as if it were made of extremely thin glass that could break if he pulled too tightly. He also made sure his fingers would not brush against my wound.

A soft smile formed on my face when he finished, tucking the last strand under another. 

“Thank you.” I say and it almost sounds like a whisper.

His eyes looked up, searching for my face and he found me already looking at him. The same smile was mirrored on his face now before he got up to put the bloody wet wipe away. 

“No need, can’t have you injured like this for too long. ‘Team needs you. Especially now that we know you can run like hell.” he spoke, ending his sentence with a chuckle.

I scoff, smiling. “My life depended on it.” 

He nods understandingly, looking down.

I sigh, letting my shoulders slump before scoffing at my thought. 

“It’s ironic really. There I was, running for my life from a Thanator when I spend my days and nights wishing I never woke up like this.” 

Brown’s head shoots up to meet mine at my words while a tired smile forms on my lips. I didn’t want to live like this. I hated how I looked and who I was now but at the same time I hated who I used to be and the memories I had from that person who is probably dead for good reason. 

“Don’t say that.” he replies, leaning against the table to face me. “We’re getting a second chance here. Let’s make the most of it.” 

“But we’re not making the most of it.” I say, almost cutting him off. People were constantly saying that but it made no sense because almost nothing has changed except our bodies. 

“We’re doing the exact same thing that got us killed.” 

My voice was breaking and he caught on to it. Everyone was struggling with this new change a little but they hid it. I however couldn’t anymore. 

“The same thing is going to happen and now I feel even worse doing all that because this god-forsaken body makes me feel connected to the world out there.” I start spiralling, running a hand through my hair, although it gets caught in the braids that I’m also not used to. 

He stays silent, letting me get rid of the weight on my shoulders but I can tell my words affect him. 

“And no one is questioning what we’re doing because this is what we were built for, right? I mean, the only reason they brought us back is to finish what they started but we have no real reason to do so.” I continue to rant while my eyes sting and nose sting, slowly welling up with tears. 

“What would they do if I said no? Would they shoot me? Wipe my memory and try it again?”

“No, they wouldn’t do that…” Brown says, trying to comfort me but he himself sounds unsure. 

“I just-” I say with a sniffle. “I feel so, unreal. We’re artificial. It’s like we’re not actually living.” 

The room is silent for a while as both of us blankly stare at the ground. He isn’t objecting to what I’m saying so I assume he understands and maybe thinks the same. But we both know there isn’t much we can do. And that’s what has me so frustrated and helpless.

Brown sighs before walking over to me. 

He wanted to comfort me as best he could. That included holding me to him or basically anything with physical touch. He felt so deprived of that and he knew you must too. Your purpose of being alive was completing the mission, so all recoms were constantly being given orders, tasks and instructions. There was always something to do and figure out that everything else was completely neglected. There were no breaks for us, only sleep. 

He stands in front of me while I peered down at my dangling legs. When I saw his ones stop in front of me I let my glossy eyes meet his. 

Brown held out his hand and it took me a good few seconds to catch on to what he was doing. I put my palm in his, thinking nothing of it and longing for any comfort I can get. He closed his hand, looking at me with a saddened expression. 

“Can I hug you?” he asked, seeming completely genuine. His words took me by surprise. If you would have asked me to rank all the recoms from most likely asking me that to least likely, he would have definitely been at the bottom of least likely. Not because he was the last person I wanted to hug but because he never showed any kind of physical affection at all except for his moves with his friends like the chest bumps and headlocks. But one would never see him patting anyone on the back or anything similar to that. Perhaps he just had no one to give physical affection to. 

His eyes raced between mine as he tried to fish out the answer from my reaction before I could say it. My hesitation had him worried he overstepped a boundary and he tensed, almost shrinking away from me. 

I however held his hand firmly, knowing I needed this hug more than anything. 

“Yes please.” I whisper and his eyes shoot up to mine in surprise. His ears perked forwards and his tail stilled. 

He smiled, taking a step forward and I opened my legs just so that he could step between them and hug me comfortably. The bed was up to his waist so I was almost as tall as him. 

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him. I did the same, flattening my hands on his back as I rested my head on his shoulder. He leaned his head against mine and I realised how badly I needed this physical attention. It just made it better that it happened to be him. 

My waterworks get going again and I feel my bottom lip wobble before I sniffle and bury my face in the crook of his neck. He relaxes into me, pulling us further together and one of his hands comes up to cradle my head. Tears flow from my eyes as I let out small muffled sobs, subconsciously wrapping my legs around him because I didn’t want this to end. 

He let his head fall and rest on my shoulder while his arms completely embraced me. 

While calming down in the safety of his arms, I didn’t notice that my own touch-starved body was responding in another way. Heat started to form between my legs but I didn’t realise it because of the pain in my heart and the overwhelming thoughts in my head. 

Maybe it was because we were so close. His hips were very close to mine and my body seemed to crave more than just a hug even though in my head, this was more than I could ever ask for. 

I had my face pressed against his clothed shoulder, inhaling his now stronger scent. Maybe that’s what caused the excitement in me but I refused to acknowledge it. 

Whether you ignored it or not didn’t matter because Brown had noticed it. He was fighting his own battle of being neglected by touch so having you wrap yourself around his body like this was heaven. When he rested his head on your shoulder he inhaled your sweet scent and had to fight the urge to bury his face into your neck and inhale more of it. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries because you two were hugging and it was a beautiful moment he wouldn’t dare ruin for you. 

If you only hug him, he will make sure to keep it just as you want and won’t initiate anything more. However, he will pay more attention to your reactions, just to see whether you might be feeling what he is. Maybe you can even feel him. He knew he was getting worked up and was terrified of scaring you away if you felt what was growing in his pants. 

My mind started drifting off as I clung to him and my sniffles turned into heavy breathing. 

Brown’s ears were strained in my direction, listening to any noise I made as best he could.

He took note of how my body seemed to grow warmer and then suddenly, he heard what sounded like a pant. Then again and it kept repeating until he knew he wasn’t mistaken. 

To test how you reacted to him, he traced his fingertips along the exposed skin your tank top left, on your back. This could be seen as an innocent action, so he put it to the test. Seeing goosebumps rise on your skin had him smirking and he felt his dick throb. Fuck, he was down bad too. 

Brown gently pulled away, steadying you in front of him so he could look at you properly. Your glossy eyes, parted lips and flushed face made him forget how to breathe for a few seconds. You were so beautiful and like this, you looked even better. Your sweet scent suddenly filled his nostrils again but this time it was stronger and his instincts told him it was radiating from a special part of your body. 

“Y/N…” he said, his usually raspy voice turning soft. My eyes shot up to his, watching how he scanned every feature on my face. 

“How do you feel?” he asked. 

I wasn’t sure what he meant. I mean, I knew what the question meant and I was ready to give him the simple answer of good but the way he looked at me hinted that he meant it in a different context. 

“Better?” I say, unsure if that’s what he meant. It seemed to solve something for him but not everything.

He sighed, taking a deep breath to steady himself. As if he were really struggling to hold himself back from doing something. Seeing him like this, made me imagine the best-case scenario but I didn’t want to expose my thoughts. 

“I can smell you…” he breathily replied in a strained voice. His ears were tipped back, only perking forward every time I made a noise or a new movement. I also noticed how the muscles in his arms flexed.

I was about to ask whether he needed medical attention until his own musk filled the air around me. It was always there and I always knew what he smelled like but now it was stronger than ever and it made my core throb. 

I wanted to curse myself for reacting so desperately.

My eyes widened when I met his again and he seemed to know exactly what I was thinking about.

“Don’t ignore it. Look at how it ended this time.” he said and I understood even though I think it wasn’t going too badly. I mean I got my hug. 

“What if next time someone else will be here instead of me? I don’t want that happening.” he said and my mouth dropped open a little more. Was that a confession?

“If you don’t want me here, I can go.” he said, noticing my agonising silence. My heart raced in panic because that was the last thing I wanted. 

“No-” I quickly say and Brown feels relief flood his body. “I want you here with me.” 

His tipped-back ears perk forward once again as he reruns the words in his head. 

“No one else but you.” I added. Those words really got to him, especially because he was so competitive with the others. He needed to know you wanted him as much as he wanted you. 

“Can I touch you?” he asks. Yes, we did just hug and hold each other but I know he means it in a different way this time. In a way that has me rubbing my thighs together. 

Seeing me do that has his heart skip a beat. He could only dream of what you felt and looked like. 

“Yes.” I whisper and he shakily exhales before his hands attach themselves to my legs. He places them on my knees, pushing my legs apart and stepping in between them to prevent me from closing them again. 

I hold him there by encircling his legs with my own. He’s so close to me again but this time, his face is inches from mine. Brown’s slightly dilated pupils stare into mine and I let my palm find his cheek to guide him down to me. He complies, leaning in and closing the gap between us. Our lips press against each other and what started off as a soft kiss testing the waters, became a breathy and panted make-out session. 

His tongue had slipped past my lips and I parted them further, not dreaming of ever denying his access. 

My hands closed in tight fists around the neckline of his shirt while his hands glided down my waist, groping the skin of my hips and holding me close. 

With every second that passed we felt our needs grow and it seemed to only get worse and more desperate. 

I pulled away for air because my mind was becoming fuzzy and I couldn’t think straight. 

Brown smirked, still holding me while I panted. He did the same but I seemed more out of breath. 

“You have no idea how bad I want you right now.” he whispered, allowing himself to finally press his face into your neck before kissing it. I tilted my head to the side while my arms loosely wrapped around his neck before gasping when I felt him nip at my skin. 

My body feels like it’s on fire and all my clothes start to bother me so I find the base of my top and start pulling it up and over my head. Brown pulls back, watching me with a smile. 

I hook my fingertips under my sports bra before looking at him, noticing he is only watching. 

“Don’t just stand there, take it all off.” I hastily say, needing to feel his bare skin against mine. 

My bold words surprise him but it’s such a turn-on for him. 

“Damn mama, do that again and I won’t last as long.” he chuckles, peeling his own shirt off. 

I threw my bra and top to the side and wanted to take my shorts off but I was interrupted by Brown pressing himself into me again. His hands found my bare chest and he groped the skin of my breasts, groaning against my cheek. 

“Fuck you look so beautiful.” he mumbled against my skin and I smiled, exhaling an airy laugh. 

“I didn’t even get a chance to look at you.” I complain, trying to make out what he looks like by running my hands over his now bare torso. He chuckles against me before pulling away. 

My breath hitches when I see how sculpted he looks. I’ve seen him shirtless before but he was never this close. 

I reach my arm out again and trace it over his pecs before outlining his abs. 

“Fuck.” I curse under my breath and his smile turns into a grin. “I’m so turned on it’s becoming painful.” I whisper and Brown’s eyes widen at my once again bold words. 

He swears to himself, the excitement your words caused shooting straight to his crotch. 

“Take it all off.” he orders, hastily undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. I nod, opening my shorts and pushing them down my legs along with my underwear. 

We both discard all our remaining clothing on the ground. The only thing still on our bodies are our dog tags. 

Almost instantly I’m pulled flush against Brown’s and his hands are all over me. I sigh, loving the feeling of his hot chest pressing up against mine. 

After a minute of further worshipping and exploring, Brown pulls away. His hand flattens above my chest and he slowly guides me back. I hesitate a little, unsure of what he has planned. 

“Don’t worry baby, you’re safe with me. I’d never hurt you.” he comforts me and I let him push me back so that I’m laying on the hospital bed now. 

“Let me take care of you.” he softly said, his hands outlining my waist and hips. I nod, relaxing a little. 

Brown lets his hands glide past my abdomen and gently opens my legs. I let him, holding on to the hand that’s holding me down. He moves it and intertwined our fingers before focusing back on me. 

His eyes meet my now wet and glistening pussy and he groans, deeply inhaling my scent. 

“So fuckin’ pretty.” he mutters before letting his free hand trail down the inside of my thigh. I gasp when his fingers finally come in contact with my heat and he gently rubs me through my folds, watching my reactions. My legs relax and fall open a little more and I tighten my grip on his hand. 

He circles my clit, noticing how my muscles tense and he knows he’s doing good. After a while, his fingers start to prod at my entrance before he slowly pushes one of his entirely inside. He gently thrusts it in and out a few times, admiring the feeling of your silky walls. It makes him look forward to having that around his dick. 

Soon a second finger is added and he pushes them knuckle-deep inside me. I whimper, biting down on my lip while my ears are strained back. It felt so good. Better than anything I could ever do to myself. 

“Does it feel good, mama?” he coos, asking rhetorically with a grin. I whine, nodding my head a few times before letting it fall back. 

“So good.” I whisper and my words make his stomach twist with excitement. 

“Fuck- I can’t wait any longer.” he curses, removing his fingers from inside me and licking my wetness off. He groans at the taste and almost shivers in anticipation of how you will feel around him. 

Brown gets on the bed, climbs on top of me and cages me in with his arms on either side of my head. I stare up at him with wide eyes, not quite believing this is happening to me. 

He smirks before gently moving my injured leg to the side so that he doesn’t touch it and hurt you more.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good baby, you’ll forget about everything else.” he whispers in my ear and I shiver. 

My pupils are just as blown wide with lust as his are. He pushes my other leg up and to the side, setting it down on his lower back before he presses his bare hips against mine. My mouth drops open as I feel his throbbing cock press against my burning core. He closes his eyes for a few seconds, to ground himself in reality and not completely lose it.  

“Please fuck me already.” I whine, hating how I’m clenching around nothing. I needed him so bad I was close to just doing it myself.

Brown chuckles. My neediness had him going feral. 

He pulled back a little, lining himself up with me before pushing himself inside. He pushed just a little past halfway and bit his lip. I inhale sharply, loving how I was finally being filled. 

Without further waiting, Brown pulled out, keeping only the tip inside me before snapping his hips forward again. This time he bottomed out and I couldn’t help but moan. 

After hearing that, he made it his mission to draw all and any noises like that from me. 

I dug my nails into his hand that I was holding and let him set the pace. 

He started off slow but I could tell he was restraining himself for me. 

“Don’t hold back, please.” I say and it sounds like a beg but I couldn’t care less. 

He nods, steadying his heavy breathing before starting to properly fuck me. 

Both of us were so frustrated over the past few weeks we needed to release all the tension in us. And what better way to do that than to fuck our problems away. 

With every thrust, I felt genuine waves of pleasure shoot through my body and I was slowly losing myself in it. Everything became so much more sensitive that it felt amazing. 

“You feel so good.” he hissed, baring his fangs while his breath fanned on my shoulder. He bit down, not too harshly but it wasn’t gentle either. I cried out, digging my nails into his back. 

“Need to mark you-” he breathed out “as mine.” 

“Don’t stop.” I plead, feeling my orgasm finally near me. My eyes were fluttering closed and shot open again every time he attacked a new piece of skin.

Suddenly Brown stopped and I almost hissed at him, quickly pulling back and lifting my un-injured leg over his shoulder before leaning down and fucking into me again. 

The new angle had him hitting a spot I’d never known about and it made my thighs clamp around him. 

I moan, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. 

“I’m so close.” I squeak, my voice is barely audible. That’s the biggest motivational speech he could get and he doesn’t let his movements falter for even a second. 

“Come on baby, you can do it.” he coos, leaning further down while trapping my leg in between our bodies. 

Within the next few thrusts, I’m seeing stars. My fingers and toes curl while my entire body tenses. My pussy clenches around Brown and he’s about to spill his load into me. He wants to ask whether he should pull out but the way you're holding him against your body stops him from speaking up. 

I tremble, arching my back into him and moaning his name while my eyes roll to the back of my head. The sight of that and the feeling of me is too much for Brown and can’t stop himself from emptying his balls deep into me. With one last thrust, he pushes himself balls-deep inside me and releases his hot cum. 

My orgasm was slowly dying down but feeling him fill me up like that extended it even more. He had so much of it and I felt it start to drip out of me while he was still buried inside me. 

He moved his torso up, keeping his hips in place and let me remove my leg from his shoulder. When I did he leaned back down and quite literally collapsed onto me. I wrapped my free leg and arms around him while his head rested on my chest. 

We were both panting like mad and my pussy throbbed against him. Never in my life would I have thought this situation could take such a good turn. 

I smile when I see how his tail is happily swaying. Maybe being blue wasn’t that bad after all. 

After a few minutes of holding each other, Brown gets up, gently moving past me. He gets another damp cloth, pushing any cum that leaked out back inside before he cleaned me off between my legs and did the same to himself. 

“You better not get chased by a Thanator again because this is not the last time we’re doing this.” he says with a chuckle and I smile. 

“Maybe I should. Then you can help me out again.” I reply teasing him back. He scoffs before handing me my clothes. 

We get dressed and Brown starts packing up the med kit again. It’s nearing dinner time so he helps me to the canteen and we sit down. 

The others join us soon and Ja sits next to me while Brown is on my other side. 

Ja takes one inhale of the air, expecting to just smell me but instead it reeks of Brown. 

He inhales again before his eyebrows furrow. 

“Why do you smell like Brown?” he asks me. Luckily the others didn’t hear. But Brown did. I look up at him with innocent eyes. Brown leans back, looking over my back at his friend. 

“Might wanna move over.” he says, eyeing how close Ja is to you. Ja’s eyes widen as he can only imagine what happened between you but he listens, scooting away a little. 

Brown discreetly wraps his hand around your waist and pulls you closer to him. No one noticed except for Ja and Prager. 

It made Brown feel pride in his chest because he claimed you and they could do nothing about it. Perhaps they would even notice the developing hickey on your neck soon.

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[babyyweebbitch]

The stupidest/dangerous shit they’ve done with you around them (dad/brother! Characters)

idk why i randomly thought of leon and y/n getting into a helicopter crash (surviving obviously) and here we are 😀 also this was made a long ass time ago, i just never posted it.

content warning : black female reader ; injuries ; RE characters being fucking stupid ; injuries ; bleeding ; fire ; hand burning ; being stabbed (aka carlos being an idiot) ;

Chris “big arms” redfield

Managed to break his nose doing a push-up 🗿

chris was on temporary mandatory leave from work after a mission he was on, he ended up getting hurt pretty bad and the past few months he was resting and sleeping in either the living room or the bedroom. you helped him with a lot of things like bathing, eating and even walking around the entire house while he held onto your shoulders. this was one of his worst injuries he’s had since you were born. recently he’s been starting to get back on his feet and do things on his own, obviously with a little bit of assistance from you. he felt so bad his daughter was helping him do simple things but you told him over and over you didn’t mind at all and that he’s helped you since you were born so you can help him now

“hey hon… do you think i should start working out again?” chris asked you from his bathroom. he was looking at himself and noticed he lost muscle and weight. you were in the kitchen when he asked that and you got up and went to him. you saw he was looking at himself in the mirror and how he kinda looked insecure

“i mean, you’re gonna have to work again in a bit so yeah. i can help you!” you said pretty excited as you did. chris nodded and he thought

“how about i try….. doing push-ups?” he suggested. you nodded in agreement and he went to the living room, moving to the center of the room to get down and do push-ups

“okay, do at least… 5 to start with!” you said, he got into push-up position and he started… 1….2…3….4…5…6…7….8…9…. he started doing more than you said to start off with and you can see his arms starting to shake a bit, remember he hasn’t worked out in months so he lost a bit of strength. after pushing himself up for 10 he fell down pretty hard, face fucking first into the floor. all you heard was

“ow fuck!” come from him and seeing him grab his nose, rolling over to his back to comprehend for a second what just happened and he sat up

“i just told you to do 5…..” you said, not even surprised he broke his nose. the broken noses between you two was a lot. chris opened his mouth to protest but then closed it after he realised you did say to do 5 “mhmm…. oh my god, do you want me to help you?” chris stood up and shook his head before going to the bathroom to take care of his nose.

while he was gone you kinda gremlin walked to the cabinets and climbed onto the counter to grab a snack. you were a fingertip away when chris cleared his throat behind you

“and i told you to stop doing that, missy” you groaned as you got down

“even with a broken nose you’re bossy….”

“not bossy — just worried”

Leon “can’t operate a vehicle without crashing it” kennedy

crashed a fucking helicopter 🗿

so since you were a kid you’ve practically been an agent, since you were a kid you’ve been in so many dangerous situations and dragged into so many missions that you can technically work for the goddamn government. and yet again you were dragged into a week long mission with leon. how you may ask? wrong place wrong time now you’re shooting mfs and fighting for your life

you and leon managed to get a helicopter and escape from a building where (mainly) you were trying to be killed at, you sat in the back while leon flew the helicopter and you sighed thinking it was over finally

“how the hell do i keep getting dragged into this shit….” you asked him, getting up to walk towards him and as leon was about to speak another helicopter hit yours from the side causing you to fall down and leon lose control for a second, after a few seconds of spinning out of control you finally stabilised and you grabbed the closest gun to you and started shooting at the other helicopter and the people inside

“Y/N! what—“ you shot the pilot in the head and the helicopter hit yours once again for a bit, the people who where there started shooting back missing horribly and shooting the back as they crashed. you looked out the helicopter to see what happened and leon lost control once again “fuck fuck fuck!”

“dad! pull it up!” you yelled as you made your way to run towards him but it was already too late as the helicopter hit the side of a building and the first thing leon could think of was protecting you as it crashed so he got up and tackled you to the helicopter floor, holding the back of your head and using his body as a shield just incase something happened.

the next few moments were a blur but the helicopter ended up crashing in the middle of a intersection in the city. you woke up and tried to move but you had a large piece of the helicopter in your thigh and glass in your arm. leon was knocked out cold so you tried your best to drag him to safety even with shit inside your body. you used what you can find in a BSAA truck to take out the stuff in your leg and arm and used what you could to clean the wounds before going to check on leon

he woke up about 20 minutes later to you sitting on the floor with a bottle of water in your hand and bandages wrapped around your arm and leg. he panicked and went to see if you were okay

“Y/N! ow…. fuck..” he grabbed his side and he crawled over to you “what happened?”

“you crashed the helicopter at the intersection over there, i dragged you over here and tended to our wounds” you explained, leon sighed and he looked down

“what happened to your arm…? it’s still bleeding”

“i woke up and there was a piece of the helicopter in my thigh and glass in my arm. i got out most of everything but i’ll live” you stood up and went over to him “can you walk?” he sat there for a second before nodding and you held your hand out to him, you helped him up “good, because we got shit to take care of and i dont wanna do it alone” you handed him his gun and you grabbed yours. leon kinda stood there watching you walk away

his daughter was so badass he felt like an imposter tbh…

Jake “shouldn’t have a motorcycle license” muller

burned cookies then burned himself with the pan 🗿

jake had just gotten home from the store, it was your birthday so he wanted to make you some nice things and decorate the house for you — usually on your birthday he was either on a mission or something so this was the one birthday he was actually home for it. he felt like a horrible brother but you knew he had better things to do. you actually liked being home with your dog and watching movies with him in the living room. jake would call you on your birthday so you didn’t feel like he forgot it and Sherry would even get you some stuff

you were out with your dog just at the park playing fetch with him and giving him treats. you talked to a few people at the park while your dog was rolling around in the dirt with the happiest look on his face. you decided you wanted to go home so you called him towards you and you both started walking home. you didn’t have to put him on a leash because one he didn’t leave your side, even if he saw something and two he was pretty well trained and where you lived you didn’t have to have a dog on a leash if they were well trained

jake was making cookies and frosting the cake he made you, he kinda forgot the cookies were in the oven because he was putting his art skills to the test with the frosting and he was drawing something on the top. the smoke alarm started going off and he turned around to see the cookies were on fire in the goddamn oven

“OH FUCK! OH SHIT!” he panicked and he grabbed the oven mit to grab the pan. he was so stressed tf out right now he kinda forgot he’s supposed to grab the pan with the oven mit so he accidentally grabbed it with his bare fucking hand and yelled out in pain. you opened the door to the alarm going off and smoke so you ran to the kitchen to see what happened

“Jake?! what happened?!” you yelled out to see what was happening, you saw the cake, the burned cookies and the house decorated and you put two and two together. you giggled a bit before putting a mit on and taking the cookies out for him, placing them in the sink and ran the water over them. “jake… you didn’t —“

“i know i didnt have too but i wanted to — ow my hand!” you laughed a bit and grabbed his hand to see what was wrong, you ran water over it and grabbed the first aid kit to tend to his burn

“i know…. thank you jake — it actually means a lot to me to be honest….” you said, keeping your eyes off him as you wrapped his hand with the bandage. you sniffled and then used one of your hands to wipe your eyes. jake saw this and thought he did something wrong

“hey… why… why are you crying, sis…?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice as he did. he had a soft spot for you since you were the only family he had left so he only showed kindness towards you

“it’s just…. i love this so much… you’re the only person out of all the people i know that actually remembered today” you said as you finished wrap his hand and then you got a tissue to wipe your tears away. jake felt his heart break once you had said that

“did sherry not text or call you?”

“no…. but it’s okay — she’s probably busy or something, it’s fine. as long as i have you and my dog that’s all that matters” you said jokingly and then went to help with the rest of the cooking stuff. after the cooking was done you and jake ate and just chilled around the house. it wasn’t much but you loved it — a lot and you couldn’t ask for anything better

Carlos mop hair oliveira

stabbed himself with a knife he just sharpened like a dumbass🗿 (this is literally a few months after raccoon city, the year is like 1999 now-)

after the events of raccoon city Carlos told jill he had a younger sister that he had stay in the next city while he was in Raccoon city his entire mission, both you and carlos used to live with an old cop named Rob who ended up dying before carlos left for his mission so you’ve been alone in the apartment ever since. carlos called you before he and Jill came back to warn you that a new person was coming.

once they actually came you and Jill got close and carlos was very happy to see you happy so he didn’t do anything to intrude your relationship with jill. whenever jill was home she spent time with you, she even did some of her research with you and you even cracked some cases for her , not because she asked you to but because you had a tendency to not stop doing research about a specific thing until you were certain it was literally everything you can do, she’s said that you can work with her when you’re older and carlos even agreed

one day while Jill was out on a mission you and carlos were home alone just chilling, you were playing on a gameboy on the couch and Carlos was sharpening one of his knifes and humming along to a song that played on the radio, you were too involved in your game so you didn’t know what was happening outside of your gameboy until carlos stood up after sharpening the knife

“ah—ha! finally sharpened! Y/N check this out!” carlos was known to be quite the dumb ass at home so him waving the knife around like he was in a fight with a viking was normal behaviour to you, again — you were too involved in your game so you kinda just nodded and “uh-huh”ed. you looked up to see what he was doing and you sighed

“you’re gonna stab yourself with that….”

“i wont stab myself! i’ll be completely o—“ the upstairs neighbour had dropped something on the floor causing a loud noise, carlos jumped thinking it was something bad but as he jumped he let go of the knife and it stabbed him right in the side of his thigh. everything kinda happened in slow motion to you and once carlos screamed out in pain you finally realised the dumbass himself was wrong

“carlos!” you jumped up from your seat to go and help carlos sit down on the couch, carlos was hesitant about sitting on the couch because he was worried about the blood (and jill)

“why the couch!? why not the floor! fuck!”

“fuck the couch, carlos! your leg is more important!” you snapped at him, kneeling down to look at the knife in his leg. you were thinking about calling jill for a second before you remembered she was on a mission “okay…. uhhhh grab that pillow and look away” you said to carlos. he looked at you with a combination of pain and confusion

“what’re you—“

“just grab the damn pillow and look away, dumbass” carlos did as he was told and that’s when you grabbed the knife, counted from 3 to 2 to give him faulse hope you were actually being nice and yanked that fucker out. carlos who was fully convinced you actually had 100% love for him and was gonna go down to one screamed out in pain and punched the arm of the couch

“you fuckin— oohhhh that hurt! why didn’t you go to one?!” he said kinda muffled in the pillow he started biting, you put the knife on the table before you went to get the first aid kit with all the stitching equipment and cleaning supplies

“because you’re a dumbass — i told you that you would stab yourself with that….”

“so all those times i counted to one and took your bandaids off as a kid didn’t mean anything at that point —“

“all my injuries were accidents and me not having a peanut brain… yours was just because you’re a dumbass” you went back over to clean his wound

“that’s mean…..”

“it’s okay — not all of us have normal sized brains” you reached up to pat his head before going to get the stitching stuff ready. one thing carlos was afraid of was getting stitches and shots. once you had to hold him down while jill gave him stitches on his calf. carlos may look tough but he would rather let a cut get infected or raw dog a cut before he ever gets stitches

“okay, why don’t you slap a bandaid on it and call it a day? the stitches are a bit much”

“carlos, i will call the cops to hold you down, you’re going to the hospital or you hold the pillow and let me do this. either way, you’re getting stitches so pick one”

“call the national guard, bitch”

long story short you literally had cops come to hold him down while you stitched his leg :D

[archivallyfound09]

Major Mistakes Pt. 1

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f) (no y/n/)

Warning: Cursing (generally a given with me!), sexual situations later maybe, I probably have a rank kink

“…it’s a simple launch and go. Any questions?” Your head snapped back to your Commanding Officer who was keenly aware of your distraction, but he huffed a short laugh as he heard no concerns raised by the group.

You had be running as part of your current flight deck crew for around three years. You had transferred over, hoping for something interesting to happen, but, to date, it was business as usual.

Your crew knew your nonchalance about the job and, for most of them, it put them at ease. You were all in one of the most dangerous jobs in the military- every operation had to be executed perfectly or people were seriously injured or killed. You had lost a few at your previous station. But you kept your cool, never wavering, and acting like everything was as easy as- well, whatever was super easy.

Your CO patted your shoulder as you were jolted back into your current circumstance. You had read the brief and were well aware of what was going on. Some Top Gun mission with their top fliers from the past few years. Your shrugged and took in a deep breath, looking out at the waves as they met the horizon line. It was then that you heard the oh-so familiar sound of chopper blades.

You adjusted the yellow jersey that covered your top and fidgeted with the green helmet perched on your head. You pulled your goggles down from the helmet and looked up towards the new visitors. You shook your head- It was always just the tiniest bit too tight. You stepped back as you saw the CH-46 Chinook come in for landing. You barely flinched as the hard wind hit your face, simply closing your eyes and taking in another breath.

As the huge helicopter landed nearby, you looked over towards your fellow Catapult and Arresting Gear Officer and nodded. You weren’t needed for this landing, but we’re glad to give approval as he helped the flight crew. You saw the Top Gun guests disembark and took your place nearby, saluting the two Admirals that walked by, both clutching their hats at the blades continued to spin above.

By the time the crew of pilots got off the helicopter, the blades had all but come to a standstill and you had popped your goggles off your face, squinting into the bright sunlight. You started to head for the chopper, ready to help with fueling and preparations for takeoff when one of the pilots caught your eye.

You felt everything slow down as your eyes connected and you both slightly slowed your respective walks. He was tall and the green in his flight suit only made his tan stand out even more. You barely saw your reflection on his dark aviators as your eyes traced up to the sandy blond hair that was somehow unbothered from the flight and the exit from the helicopter.

He flashed you a slight smile, a finger pulling down his glasses to give you the slightest peek at his green eyes. You snapped back into reality at their intensity. You ignored the fact that his smile has grown into a smirk. You weren’t sure of his game but, all decked out in your gear, you looked just like anyone else on deck. There was no way he was seeing what you actually looked like.

You quickly returned the smile and then jogged off towards the new aircraft onboard, unsure of the interaction that had just occurred.

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“So how long are they here for?”

Your heard the chatter from the nearby table as some of the deck crew ate their lunches. The question was met by shrugs or mutters of annoyance. You grabbed another cup of coffee and settled into a nearby couch, the uncomfortable material a noticeable reminder that this was not the home furniture you were anticipating.

“I get that it’s need to know, but we have no idea where they’re shipping us out-“ the comment was cut short as a sean of green flight suits entered the mess hall onboard. All heads turned towards the pilots and then immediately back to their food. It was no better than a middle school cafeteria.

You held your perch on the couch, slightly out of the sight line of the Top Gun group. They went and got their lunches and made their way to a table at the opposite end of the room. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, just odd. They weren’t unwelcome, it was just unusual that there was no real indication of how long they would be on board and where you all were going.

The coffee was hot in the styrofoam cup under your fingertips. You looked down at it, the brown water swirling slightly as the steam filtered out. As your eyes flashed back up you were aware of someone’s gaze boring into your skull. You caught the offender quickly- the same green eyes you had seen on the runway. You held his gaze with no emotion and then he did something you weren’t expecting.

He looked away. And he smirked.

He liked the challenge. He liked that you didn’t bat your lashes and turn away (you would bet money you could guess his normal type to pickup in a bar). He liked that you weren’t that easy to push over. And you were absolutely right.

Jake Seresin was thrilled that you held his gaze. He was thrilled that you had caught his eye earlier this morning. He had been scanning the faces of every crew member he saw after than moment, hoping it was you. When he finally spotted you alone, he wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but his heart all but stopped.

In the time that his mind was reeling, the smirk remained on his face and the crew near you got up and headed out. You were very aware that everyone from Top Gun was giving you not so sly looks, trying to figure out what had shut Hangman up. You blinked quickly, trying to clear the fog in your brain and stood up, throwing out the full cup of coffee and heading directly out the side doors.

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You had been working your normal shift on deck- checking in with the fuelers, making sure the blocks were set, triple checking your catapult line. Everything was going smoothly and you were grateful that someone had remembered to bring a radio outside- the music melded perfectly with the sounds of the waves on the metal of the carrier.

Your jersey started to flutter in the wind and you barely noticed the footsteps approaching behind you. You were in the middle of hooking up one of the F-18's to the catapult rig when your hackles went up- someone was in your space. You looked up from your knees and saw the same blond pilot as earlier. Of COURSE this was his plane. He patted the side of it and smirked behind his aviators.

"She's a beaut, isn't she?" He looked down at you and you squinted under your helmet and behind your sunshield. You nodded your helmet and finished your checks. The pilot next to you hadn't moved. You glanced up and saw his nameplate: Seresin. You were glad you at least had a name to report now if he continued this stalking. He looked down at you again.

"Aircraft Signal Officer, right?" He nodded towards your jersey and helmet. You stood shaking your head, fully aware he hadn't recognized you yet.

"Catapult and Arresting Officer." You tapped your helmet, motioning to the three red stripes. He looked at you shocked, not expecting a female voice. You continued.

"I'm the only thing between you and ending up in the ocean," you tilted your head towards the catapult line hooked on the gear of his jet. "I'm also the one who tells you to fly." The pilot nodded and then offered a greeting:

"Lieutenant Jake Seresin," he said, cockily, leaning his forearm against the side of the plane. You smirked.

"It's Major to you, Lieutenant."

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Part Two

A/N: Been gone- needed to do normal life things. Starting this up again- probably just a short series here. I love my high-ranking females (as does our favorite Texan pilot). Also, most of the military set-up is done now- enjoy!

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[bearsinpotatosacks]

Whumptober Day 12 - "Mayday, mayday"

Slider and Ice set down on tarmac and struggle to process what happened in the air. But just when the adrenaline's started to wear off, Maverick and Goose show how bad the hop was.

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Slider ran over to where the other aviators had collected. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and feel it thudding in his chest. All his resolve had gone into getting him and Ice safe on the ground. The rescue team already had their work cut out with Mav and Goose. They didn't need more work saving him and Ice.

Speaking of Ice, he was following him as he usually did. His cold demeanour wasn't a harsh facade or natural state like it usually was. This was shock. He could tell his body had shut down anything that wasn't absolutely vital to maintaining his life.

It wasn't a surprise, and it didn’t take much to realise why. After so long at Top Gun, and so many nights hearing Tom complain about Maverick in such a way that he honestly got confused about whether he hated him or wanted to fuck him, it was only natural that he would be worried about Maverick, he could be dead for all they know.

That made his stomach drop. Not because he loved Maverick too. Quite the opposite. He loved Goose.

He was worried so much it made his heart hurt. Pain shot through his body at the thought that he could be dead and it could be all their fault. It was their jet wash they'd been caught in, after all.

He'd heard them on his headset and knew the fears that being an RIO in emergency situations could bring. Because despite how comforting it was not to be the one in charge of keeping two people alive while in the air, being fully reliant on someone else when you were on the verge of death was terrifying.

"Hey, what happened out there?" Wolfman asked. "Why are only you two back and not Maverick and Goose?"

Hollywood lay a hand on his shoulder, "Yeah, and why did every staff member start running around like a bomb went off, no-one's telling us nothing."

What did he say? They may have killed their fellow aviators? That he was worried it would be seen as deliberate and be thrown in jail? That he’d never hear Goose's honking laugh again?

"We had lock on Jester but I didn't have the perfect opportunity so I didn't take it and pulled out, Maverick went in to get lock on him but caught in our jet wash, made his engines go haywire and sent them into a flat spin towards the ocean. Then we got called back and that's all we heard," Ice said.

His voice was monotone. Clear and crisp. Straight to the point but half hearted because he knew he was having the same dilemma that Slider was having about who was to blame. A technical fault or them? He was siding with them.

"Shit." Was all Wolfman said.

"Yeah, shit," Slider repeated.

No-one had anything to say after that. He wanted someone to fill the silence. Anything to get Maverick and Goose's petrified words out of his head, repeating on loop. 

Their altitude declining rapidly, their engines failing, Maverick couldn't reach the ejection handle. His mind filled in what happened next. 

That little squirt really pissed him off sometimes but, honest to god, he’d let him punch him right now if it meant they were both alive. He could heal from a black eye but having blood on his hands was a much deeper wound.

The silence was broken by the regular thumping of the rescue helicopter. Its bright colours shocked against the sky. They ran as close as they could get due to the propeller blades. Well, that and Jester blocking them to 'give them some privacy'.

"Privacy? You saying they're hurt?" Slider said, a lot more desperate than he'd intended.

"I'm not saying anything, now, move back!"

He extended his arms either side of himself to block their view but to little effect. They bobbed about on their feet, trying to get a look into the scene just out of reach, just going too slow for how impatient they all felt right now.

An ambulance pierced his ears as it raced onto the scene. The doors to the helicopter slid open. No one breathed.

"Look, it's Maverick!" Sundown shouted over the noise.

Chipper chirped up, "He's walking, that's gotta be a good sign, right?"

Slider's eyes slipped from Maverick to Iceman. The tension in his shoulders eased. His jaw unclenched and he let out a sigh quiet enough that he barely heard it in all the commotion.

"He looks okay," he said, a small smile spreading on his face. "He's okay."

Slider's heart leapt. Goose should be okay. They'd be able to see it on Maverick's face if he wasn't. 

"Hey, if he's okay, Goose's got to be, right?" He said.

"Yeah, they're probably both fine, ambulance is probably just a precauti-"

Ice's mouth shut with a click as Goose came out of the helicopter. He gulped. The smile had been wiped off his face, guilt replacing it as if the very idea of thinking he'd be okay was absurd.

Because as Goose came out of the 'copter, although came out was a strong word for it, carried out was better, all hope Slider held in his heart faded.

He was in a stretcher. Blood covered half his face. His helmet looked strange, almost like it was cracked? A neck brace kept him stiff, he didn't move too much either but they knew he was alive. Knew far too much that he was alive. 

Across the wind, now the propellers had fully stopped and the ambulance's siren had been switched off, they could hear his gentle cries. 

Maverick was by his side in a blink of an eye. His hands clenched the stretcher as they laid him on rollers. 

"My head hurts, Mav, why does it hurt so much?" He pleaded. "Make it stop, can you make them make it stop."

All Maverick could do was nod. Frantic and shaky. All his cockiness seemed like a dream. Right now he was a scared boy about to lose someone else close to him.

"And my neck hurts, my head and my neck, why do they hurt so much?"

"You, you were in an accident." Mav said.

"Was I driving? I'm always a safe driver,"

Mav shook his head, "We were in the air," he swallowed. "Look, I'll tell you later, let's just get you to the hospital, yeah?"

"Okay," 

Goose too sounded childlike. Terrified. Feeling so much and understanding none of it. It made Slider feel sick.

"It all hurts so much, Mav, make them stop it, make them make it stop!" He begged.

He tried to move, body jerked awkwardly but couldn’t do anything. Slider put it down to the neck brace and shock but couldn’t deny the dark pit whirling in his gut telling him it was worse.

"And my hands, I can't feel my hands, Mav, or my legs," he hiccuped a sob. "It all hurts so much but I can't feel a thing."

Mav didn't have an answer for that. His resolve was dropping too. His body was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

Goose's tone changed, his voice was stone cold serious, "Tell Carole and Bradley I love them for me, yeah?"

"Tell them yourself," Maverick said.

"Please, everything hurts but I can't feel, you sound cloudy. I feel like I'm underwater and everything's too bright," Goose, despite his words slurring, said with a grave voice none of them were used to. "Think I'm dying, Mav."

"No, no you're not!"

Goose's face seized up in pain as they raised him into the ambulance. They just caught the last dregs of their conversation before the doors closed.

"Just hold on, if you do die, you know I'll tell them, I'll look after them, but you're not going to die so you can tell them yourself,"

Maverick clasped Goose's hand and rubbed his knuckles despite the lack of feeling.

"I'll hold on," Goose said, his voice a whisper in the breeze. 

"Yeah, hold on for a second,"

The sirens followed the slam of the doors and the pair were whisked away. Slider thought of Carole, how excited she seemed when he'd seen her. And thought of Goose's son, so young. 

"Alright, show's over, come on," Jester gestured them back to the hangar.

He hoped they'd cancel the rest of this Hop. He might throw up if they made him go back up there now. Or he'd get him and Ice in a similar state as Goose and Maverick. The repeat of still 'Mayday, mayday' rang in his head like bells.

I do like this fic. I didn't plan on writing anything for Whumptober until I actually looked at the prompts and got some ideas. Also I put "Chipper chirped" on purpose because I am hilarious. Hope you enjoyed this!

[musings-of-a-rose]

How I See You - Part 2

From @little-mrs-morales:

He is something else 🥺 I love him so much. They are good together and this warms my heart and it’s so cute! I would like to see some more of this universe. Her meeting Marisol? 🥹 her meeting the boys? 🤯 her totally destroying his ex because Mari starts calling you mama too? Frankie being possessive bastard and giving you little bites and hickeys to all your colleagues know how he loves his girl. I’m too in love and too invested in this story I’m sorry😅 it’s just so perfectly written ♥️

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!plus sized reader

Word Count: 1400+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: This is a continuation of How I See You. I was going to write all of the ones you asked for BUT since this, you’ve asked me to turn it into a series so I think I’ll address it there!

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How I See You

Frankie and you have been together for about 6 months now. Everything has been great - he treats you like you’re a damn khaleesi, always telling you how beautiful you are, he is the nicest guy to not just you but your friends and family too, your conversations always interesting, and not to mention the sex is just insanely hot. The man is talented, that’s for damn sure. 

But with everything so perfect, why are you so nervous?

“What if she hates me, Frankie?” You ask, stirring the pasta sauce you made from scratch on the stove.

“She won’t. I’ve already told Marisol all about you and she can’t wait to meet you.”

“Yeah but what..what if I’m not what she expects? Like I’m not a perfect person-”

Frankie chuckles. “Neither am I, Pip.”

“Yeah but you’re her dad. You already have a foot in the door.”

Frankie walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your body, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“She will love you. I know it.”

Sighing, you nod and continue to stir the sauce, giggling when Frankie’s beard tickles your neck. He kisses you there and you close your eyes, moaning slightly at the brush of his lips against your skin. A knock at the door has him standing straight and you pull the sauce off the burner, taking off your apron and turning to follow Frankie to the front door. You stop, several feet from the door and Frankie turns to give you a quick kiss and squeezes your hand. Taking a deep breath, you nod and he opens the door, Marisol launching herself into his arms.

“Daddy!” She squeals as he spins her around, planting several kisses on her cheeks.

“I missed you, Mari!” He sets her down and she looks up at you, her eyes, which are a spitting image of her father’s, scan your face for a moment before she smiles.

“Pip?” She asks, her eyes bright and wide.

Nodding, you kneel to get to her eye level. “That’s me! I’ve heard so much about you Marisol.”

She studies you a moment longer, coming to some internal conclusion about you, which must be good because she hands you the toy helicopter she was holding. 

“My daddy gave this to me. He flies them! Well, not this one. Real ones! BIG ones!” She flings out her arms wide to show you exactly how big she means. 

“That is so cool!” 

“Mija, why don’t you go set your bag down in your room and meet us in the kitchen?”

She nods and grabs her bag from her mom, giving her a quick hug before running off down the hall. Standing, your rub your knees for a brief moment before turning to look at the woman in the doorway. She’s pretty, classically so, which suddenly makes you feel very self-conscious. She brushes her perfect hair behind her shoulders and fixes a fake smile on her face as she looks you up and down, begrudgingly holding out her hand for you to shake. 

“Lucy.”

“Pip.”

She has a weak handshake, and you hear her scoff when she pulls her hand away, wiping it covertly on her pants before turning to Frankie.

“She’s got some sort of art project to do this weekend. Something about a collage? She has her planner with her.”

“Homework on the weekend?” Frankie asks. 

Lucy shrugs her shoulders. “I would’ve had her finish before she came over, but you were very persistent about the time.” She glances at you, making you feel a little smaller than you had a moment before.

“It’s no problem, Luce. See you at the usual time.”

She nods. “Bye Frank.”

Closing the door behind her, Frankie locks it before turning to you. “Sorry about her. She’s….she can be…unpleasant.”

“No, she was…”

Frankie chuckles when you can’t find a word. “You’re too nice for me, you know that?” He steps forward and wraps you in a bear hug, kissing the top of your head. “Ready for dinner?”

Marisol was in the kitchen, sitting at the table when you both walked in. “Daddy - are we having psgetti?”

“Yes we are! Pip here has a secret homemade sauce that you’re going to love.”

“Yes! Psgetti is my favorite!”

Frankie helps you fill plates and set things on the table, Marisol practically vibrating in her chair when the bowl is set in front of her. She takes a bite and yells, sauce spraying out of her mouth “HISS DELISSSS!”

“Mija! Chew your food first.” 

She chews quickly and swallows hard, coughing slightly before she repeats herself. “THIS IS DELICIOUS!”

“I’m glad you like it!” You smile at her, watching as she devours more. 

Spaghetti eaten and table cleaned, Frankie pulls out her planner and reads about her project. “So it’s just a collage?”

“About our favorite foods.”

“Hhmm…you know, Pip is pretty good at this art stuff. Maybe she would like to help?” He looks at you, fixing you with that puppy eyed look he knows you can’t resist.

“I don’t know about all that, but I can help.”

Frankie grabs some old newspapers and junkmail he had stacked by the recycling bin and placed it on the table. Marisol grabs some and starts flipping through, looking for all the food. About 10 minutes goes by and you and Marisol are deep in conversation about favorite pizza toppings. Frankie smiles and gets up, heading over to start on the dishes, listening to the both of you chat and laugh. When he finishes, he comes to sit at the table but Marisol waves him off.

“We got it, daddy.”

2 hours later, and a collage full to the edges of different foods is left drying on the table, Marisol having given you a story about each one and why she likes it. After, she pulls you to her room to play, Frankie coming in shortly after to tell her it was time for bed. She requests that you read her a bedtime story, which Frankie insists that you do. The 3 of you hang out and play all weekend, watching movies, ordering pizza, and just getting to know one another in this capacity. It warms your heart every time you see Frankie and his daughter interact - he’s a fantastic father. At the end of the weekend, you’re given a big hug with a promise to see her again. 

Another 6 months goes by and you see Marisol more and more. She adores you and honestly, you adore her too. She’s smart and funny, just like her dad, giving you both a run for your money. 

When it was time for her to go, Frankie opens the front door, nodding a quick hello at Lucy before calling for Marisol. She comes down the stairs, backpack in hand, and stops to give both you and Frankie a quick hug. She walks to her mom and then turns back to you both, waving.

“Bye daddy! Bye mom!”

All of you freeze - she had only ever called you Pip before this. Granted, you have gotten closer these last months, and she has been asking to see you more and more. But this? You’re honored beyond words but Frankie and you hadn’t discussed it and certainly her mom isn’t ok with it? Once glance in her direction confirms that last part. Lucy is practically red with anger, trying to not lose it in front of her kid.

Marisol, for her part, smiles wider and waves again, walking past her mom and out to the car.

“Luce, I-”

Lucy holds her hand up. “Did you ask her to call you mom?” She addresses you.

“I- me? No! This is the-”

She scoffs. “Oh come on. I bet you love this-”

“Luce.” Frankie is not angry but he’s firm and her eyes snap to him. 

“Fine. Next time ask me before having our daughter call anyone else mom.” Her eyes scan you in disgust before she closes the door. 

“Frankie, I never asked Marisol to-”

“I know, I know. It’s ok. Mari wouldn’t just call anyone mom though. If she did, then…that we her giving her seal of approval.”

Relief washes over you. “Really?”

He smiles, walking up to you to wrap you in a hug. “Really….are you still nervous?”

This man. He could tell without even looking at you.

You nod and he holds you tighter, speaking low in your ear.

“Then let me help you unwind.”

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His Queen Pt9

"Take the wheel" a man on a weird looking car says holding a flag. I mean I'm not complaining he just saved us from a hippo and a octopus

"What?" Larry asks confused

"I said, take the wheel! oh, we're

in it now! I love it! I love it! just keep her straight, I'll handle the rest. Now, charge!" we charge towards Kahmunrah's guards

"Okay, so what's the plan here?" Larry asks

"We're Americans! we don't plan, we do!"

"Erm I'm not"

"Just hold on!" we knock the guards down and kangaroos start jumping behind us "see that? act first, think later. Works every time. You're in good hands. General George A. Custer of the Fighting U.S. 7th Cavalry, at your service" George ends up hitting his head and falling of the funny car "I'm good, I'm good. Fly, you fool" he yells

"Larry they soldiers are still behind us"

"I know. We're going to be fine" suddenly a woman steps in front of us

"What's the rumpus, ace?"

"Look, lady, could you get out of the way?" Larry says

"Lady? Who are you calling lady?

The name is Amelia" an arrow bursts one of the tires and Karmunrah's men are running towards us

"Amelia it's lovely to met you but have got to go" Larry and I start to walk quickly away from the guards

"Amelia Earhart. Perhaps you've heard of me?"

"Sorry no" I shake my head

"You're a famous pilot or whatever" Larry says at the same time as me

"Pilot? I was the first woman to fly the Atlantic. First woman to receive the Flying Cross, first woman to fly across the 48 states in a gyroprop"

"A what?" I ask

"A gyroprop is like a helicopter" Larry explains to me as we are quickly walking and hiding behind walls to try and not run into Karmunrah's men

"Now if you'd wipe that perhaps permanent look of alarm off your kisser,

I was wondering if you might be so kind

as to tell me exactly where I am?"

"We're in a museum" I tell her

"Or, actually, under it and we're in kind of a dangerous situation right now, so you might not want to be anywhere near us" Larry tries to get Amelia to leave us alone

"What's your name, flyboy?" Amelia asks as she slides closer to Larry who is currently looking out for the guards

"My name is Larry Daley and this is Queen Amunet"

"A pleasure to meet you your highness. Larry Daley, in case you weren't listening,

I'm not one to shy away from danger" Amelia steps out and spears are thrown at her

"How about spears? are you one to shy away from spears?" I ask. Larry and I start to make our way out of the basement.

"You're quite the popular fellow, Mr. Daley. Why don't you just skedaddle?" we walk into the main lobby of the museum

"I can't skedaddle. Our friends are being held down there. We got to go get them.

I got to find another way down" we then notice the paintings have come to life

"Woah" I exclaim wide eyed

"This is new" the painting of children throwing snowballs starts to get scared "hey, it's all right. I don't want to hurt you" Larry tries to calm them down

"I don't think it's you they're afraid of, Mr. Daley" I turn and see some of the guards. We're then pushed into a corner

"Trade you. Thanks" Larry takes a pitchfork from a painting and gives the tablet to me to hold "back off! Just back off. I will fork you. How about you, huh?" Larry spins the fork around

"kamalikatik 'ana amuruk bialtawaquf" (as your Queen I command you to stop)

"nahn la nastamie alyk faqat Kahmunrah" (we do not listen to you, only Kahmunrah)

"Never send a boy to do a woman's job" Amelia takes the pitchfork from Larry "I spent two weeks spear-hunting

with a tribe in Micronesia" she throws the pitchfork and one of the guards catch it "the Micronesians had much slower reflexes" Larry takes Amelias arm and shouts

"Come on" we jump into a painting where people are celebrating somethings over

"Well, this is one humdinger of a hootenanny" we walk down the streets avoiding the guards when Larry's phone rings

"Wow, four bars in 1945. Hello?....Oh, I'm way past the stairwell, Nicky.......Sort of"

"What is that flibberty-widget you are talking to?"

"It's called a cell phone. I know I was very confused the first time I saw it too"

"It's Amelia Earhart" Larry continues talking to Nicky "I... Hey" one of the men from the painting takes Amelia "wait a minute"

"Woah woah buddy, what's your hurry? didn't you hear? the war's over"

"Ohhh world war 2" I finally realise whats going on

"Sorry. These guys are chasing me and my friend here"

"What? what am I looking at, Mardi Gras?" the man asks "what unit are you from?"

"I'm from Brooklyn"

"I'm from Ancient Egypt" I shrug

"What? are you serious? I'm from Flatbush! Hey, fellas! These so-and-so's are trying to rough up my pal and his girl here just 'cause he's from Brooklyn!"

"We're not.." I point between us

"Don't worry little lady we're here to protect you"

"Little lady! I'll have you know...." I'm cut off by Larry

"Thank you"

"You got it. Fight!"

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[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here bestie and it looks like we're going to be in for another round of reduce, reuse, and recycle next episode 🙄🙄🙄. The stupidity of this is truly astounding, so since we only have 2 days before this shitshow hits the screen I have chosen to fight stupid with ridiculous and wish to share my optimal scenario for getting rid of guest stars and dumb plots.

First Buck is on a dinner date with Natalia, who pumping him for details about his "death", when Kameron and Connor come over. They have no sense of boundaries so they say they have news about the baby Buck donated sperm for. At first Buck is worried Natalia's going to freak out but she gets weirdly interested and asks when he did that. He explains it was before his death and Natalia starts staring creepily at Kameron's stomach and spouts some nonsense about Buck's death was in exchange for creating life and repeated refers to the "death baby". Kameron backs away and stutters out that they just wanted to tell Buck they ran some tests and Connor is the dad after all. Natalia is instantly dismissive and goes back to eating while Buck politely excuses himself and runs from the restaurant.

Cut to Eddie on the beach in heavy pining mode monologuing to himself extensively about how he wanted a sign and Buck on a date with Natalia who "sees him" clearly is a sign its not meant to be. He spots Marisol and starts reluctantly making his way to her when Buck, still fleeing his date, slams into him and knocks him over. He starts going off about how nuts Natalia is but stops when he noticed Eddie glaring at the heavens mutter "goddamnit..".

After the big finale emergency Eddie and Buck are stuck on an uncollapsed portion of the bridge with no way down to the ground. Buck starts to say this whole ordeal has made him realize and appreciate the people in his life more while giving Eddie A Look. Before he can finish though a helicopter comes in with L dangling from a harness and she says some crap like "need a ride" while winking at Buck. Eddie casually shoves her away causing her to spin comically in a circle and then asks Buck "You were saying?".

Hope you enjoyed this as a break from thinking about what is to come and some of the takes floating around out there. Also since you're the actual writer here I'd love to hear of you have an ideal scenario, we might as well have fun with this mess until forced to do otherwise.

Sorry this is so late at night my friend! It was my niece's birthday and I was out of town with every intention of being home by 8 or 9 tonight to answer this before an early bedtime so naturally it was after 11 before I actually got home 🤷🏻‍♀️

Yeah, none of the news coming out about Buck or Eddie's storylines interest me because it's all just a rinse and repeat of season 4 at this point and I'm so so very tired.

I enjoyed your version of events! There's a reason "gotta laugh to keep from screaming" is a tag I use often! 🤣 This gave me quite the giggle reading over it the other night! I wouldn't call myself *much* of a writer though if I was less brain dead I'm sure I could come up with something (6 year-olds man. They will wear you OUT!)

But ideally I would love to see sassy, petty, bitchy Eddie come out about Buck not being able to make it work to meet up with Natalia because those scenes always give me joy, and I would LOVE for literally anything to come out about the donor baby not being Buck's like I need this storyline to end in such a way that we can all just forget it happened and never have to deal with it again. I would also love if L appearance gets cut down to absolutely nothing. Like, a nod across the accident scene where SHE is the blurry background figure for once and then she also disappears never to be heard from or about ever again.

I didn't watch the sneak peeks but I saw some stills and memes about the Madney ones so at least I'm looking forward to that stuff and the calls look like they *could* be interesting but also like they could just be used to push more of Buck's stupid plot with Natalia so we'll see I guess. I'm disappointed with the news that as of yet, KR is still supposed to be moving with the show but they've got time to hammer out the details. I'm sure it will be like RNM did where it's "oh I left for such and such other, better, opportunity" which is fine I don't even care how they spin it as long as she leaves but if she's still around for s7....eh. I'm too tired to try and cross that bridge just yet.

Good luck to us tomorrow, and next week and then maybe I can breathe and work on my fic and actually get somewhere on it!

[digital-corruption]

Unrecognisable Part 21

After an agonising hour of clinging to Jake while he drove the dirt bike through the woods at night, we finally reached the border, a measly chain link fence with barbed wire, as expected. Somehow, we had gotten there with only a few scratches. We were lucky to have had a full moon’s light and a clear night to aid us.

We stopped over a hundred paces from the fence to take in the situation.

“It doesn’t look electrified,” Jake said after a moment.

“Wait, is that an actual concern?” I turned to him in disbelief. “You’re bringing that up now!?”

“It’s a joke,” he teased with a smirk.

“A bad one,” I rolled my eyes.

“Ok, I’ll shoot those two cameras, then you cut the fence, large enough for the bike, ok?” he reminded me.

“Yeah,” I took the bolt cutters from his backpack. “Ready when you are.”

“Remember to hold it by the grips,” he warned me. “In case it is electrified.”

“Oh my God! Would you stop!?” I shoved him away.

He laughed, “But in all seriousness, once I shoot the cameras, the clock is on.”

“Got it,” I nodded. “No time to waste.”

“MC,” he paused. “I love you.”

I blushed, “I love you too, Jake. I really wish you wouldn’t say that like everything is about to go wrong.”

“Sorry, I’ll try to remember to say it other times as well,” he spoke softly. “Are you ready?”

“I am,” I shifted my attention back to the fence.

Jake readied his handgun and took aim at the first of the two cameras. He hit it with perfect accuracy, then lined up the second one and shot it in one go. I ran up to the fence and started cutting it with the bolt cutters. To my relief, the fence wasn’t electrified. Also, the bolt cutters were near new, so they cut through with relative ease. Jake brought up the dirt bike while I worked on the fence. After the tenth link, my wrist started cramping, so Jake took over and cut a section of the links while I rubbed my wrist. He pushed the fence through to check to see if he had cut enough yet, then cut a few more links to be sure. I took over pushing the fence through and held it for him so he could get the bike through, then himself. Jake turned back and held the fence open while I snuck through with our bag. Jake climbed back onto the bike and turned it on again while I climbed on behind him. I held him tight, and he took off with even more urgency than before.

The first section of forest was quiet and serene. Now though I felt like every shadow was watching us, waiting to attack us. Every hair on my body was standing on end. Jake was definitely driving more aggressively, so he must have felt it too. I had to fight the urge to squeeze him as he navigated around the trees. Instead, I closed my eyes, hoping we’d soon be on the open road soon. The forest was just endless though.

Suddenly I heard it. Even over the sound of the dirt bike engine, there was no mistaking the distinct noise of the blades spinning at great speed approaching the area.

“Jake!” I exclaimed.

“I know, I hear it!” he yelled.

He accelerated, which cause the bike to bounce more roughly as we went over the uneven ground. After a couple of rough bounces, my back cried out in pain. I gritted my teeth and braced myself for the next impact. I swear I lost an inch after that night. Then finally, mercifully, the trees opened to an open field, which meant Jake could open the throttle. He turned the headlight off on the bike to reduce the risk of us being noticed, and drove by solely moonlight. I wanted to look back, to see if we had outrun the helicopter’s search, but I was too afraid to look. Instead I looked over Jake’s shoulder just in time to see a large drop ahead.

“Fuck!” Jake yelled at the top of his lungs. “Hold on!”

I gripped Jake tightly as we went airborne over a steep mound. Jake pushed us up to standing to dampen the impact when we landed on the other side. The bike squirrelled as he struggled to maintain control. I heard him screaming in pain as his ligaments were stretched to their limits to keep both of us on bike. From there he continued on at a much-reduced speed, not wanting to risk going airborne again.

In the distance, a large barn came into view. I pointed to it over Jake’s shoulder. He nodded and changed course for it. As we got closer I noticed it was in complete disrepair. The roof had completely collapsed in one corner, the cladding slipping around the outside, and the barn doors were on their last hinges. Still, it would suffice as a shelter.

Jake slowed down beside the barn and hunched over the front of the bike in pain. I jumped off the back as the bike was stopping and ran to grab the handlebar before Jake lost his balance. He dropped his feet and turned the bike off in one move, then nearly fell over trying to get off. I caught him, letting the bike fall away from us.

“No, we need to get inside!” Jake pushed me away and leant over to pull the bike back up.

I ran around to the other side of the bike and helped him guide it into the barn cautiously past the old door that was ready to fall. As soon as we were in, Jake let go of the bike, which nearly fell on top of me. He tore off his helmet as fast as he could and cried out in pain while leaning over. I carefully leant the bike up against one of the half-rotten wood pillars, took my own helmet off, and went to check on Jake.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” I asked in great despair.

“No! Everything fucking hurts!” he screamed at me, then immediately regretted it. “Sorry.”

“Come on, rest over here,” I gestured to an old pile of hay, which seemed to be the only dry spot in the entire barn.

I put my arm around Jake and helped him over to sit down on the ground. Just as he reached the ground, the helicopter did a sweep over us with its search light. I instinctively threw myself to the ground beside Jake even though we weren’t directly visible to the helicopter as it went past us.

“Do they know we’re here?” I whispered.

“You know they can’t hear us, right?” he mocked me. I had to resist the urge to hit him. “If it comes back, then they do.”

We sat in silence listening to our own heartbeats waiting for the helicopter to return. After a few minutes, Jake sighed with relief and fell backwards onto the hay. I took that to mean we were safe.

“Can we never do that again?” I said only half-jokingly.

“I think you already know my answer to that,” he mused.

“I could’ve sworn you told me you had it and that I should trust you,” I frowned at him.

“Did I let you fall?” he argued.

“Can you walk?” I countered.

“Give me some time,” he groaned.

“Honestly, what if the helicopter does come back? What do we do? You can hardly move!” I stressed.

“I will protect you, no matter what it takes,” he muttered.

“Jake…” I grumbled at him.

“You think you can stop me?” he lifted his head to look at me.

“You know I won’t let you do anything stupid,” I kicked his foot.

“You let me ride a dirt bike through a forest I had never seen before at night,” he laughed. I kicked his foot again. “You’d kick a man when he’s down?”

“When he’s being an idiot,” I glared.

I could just see in the dim ambient light that he was smiling at me, “Hey, we got across, ok? That’s one painful obstacle down.”

“Now we just have to somehow get to Duskwood from here,” I sighed.

“Well, Colville. The hearing is at the prison. But I’ll work it out,” he dropped his head back down and held out his arm. “Mm, lie with me.”

I rolled my eyes, then lowered myself beside Jake, resting my head on his chest gingerly. He put his arms around me and hugged me tight against him. The old, run down barn was eerily quiet, but the gentle sound of Jake’s heart beating was so calming that even in that cold, damp barn, we drifted off to sleep together.

[iicandy-pop]

My Hero Academia Scenarios ~ Baby Steps

The trios reaction to when their baby takes his/her first steps!

Notes- Y/n = Your Name, B/n = Baby’s name

Katsuki Bakugou: Katsuki had just gotten off his shift. He decided to leave work early to spend time with you and your little one, who has blonde hair and red eyes, a splitting image of his/her father. He walked through the front door of your house, sighing in relief of finally being home safe. He took off his coat and announced his presence, “Y/n, I’m home.” You walked into the entryway, holding your baby.

“Welcome home!” You greeted your husband. You looked at your baby. “Want to show Daddy what you can do, B/n?” You asked him/her. In response, he/she giggled. Katsuki looked at him/her curiously, thinking that maybe he/she said his/her first word. You set B/n on the ground. “Go to daddy, B/n chan!” You said. He/she wobbled to Katsuki without falling. Katsuki’s eyes widened.

“HE/SHE’S WALKING!?” He shouted enthusiastically. He knelt to his/her level, opening his arms for him/her. “Come on, akachan! Come to Daddy!” He spoke playfully to encourage his baby. He/she giggled, finally landing in Katsuki’s arms. “YES!” He yelled, scooping him/her up and spinning him/her around. He held him/her close as he/she continued to laugh and coo. “Good boy/girl! I’m so proud of you.” Katsuki said, placing a kiss on his/her head. He smiled at him/her. “Just make sure that your first word is Dada, okay?”

Izuku Midoriya: When it comes to your baby, Izuku is a helicopter parent. He’s always hovering over him/her, making sure that he/she is as safe as possible. When he/she hit any big milestone, such as the first laugh, Izuku would burst into happy tears and repeat the phrase, “my little boy/girl is growing up!” He absolutely adores your baby, who has his hair and freckles, and your beautiful eyes. When your baby cried, Izuku got to him/her first to give both you the opportunity to relax, and him the opportunity to bond with and comfort your baby. When he/she finally started to crawl, you and Izuku fully baby proofed the house. Not one outlet unconvered, not one corner of a table shown.

During the evening, after dinner, You and Izuku decided to play with your baby in the living room. You stood him/her up on your lap, baby talking to him/her as Izuku was pretending to make his/her teddy bear talk to him/her. B/n squirmed out of your lap and onto his/her knees, pulling him/herself into a standing position for the first time on his/her own. You and Izuku’s eyes sparkled at watching this miracle happen.

“Do you want your bear, B/n?” Izuku asked your baby. He/she wobbled a bit and started to whine. “It’s okay, B/n. You can do it!” He encouraged, opening his arms for him/her. “I got you, come here.” He said softly. With enough encouragement, your baby walked to his/her green-haired daddy, who hugged her tightly and cried happily as you cheered him/her on. The phrase repeated once again, “my little boy/girl is growing up!”

Shoto Todoroki: You and Shoto’s baby boy/girl is a late bloomer, who looks dead on like him. Neither of you mind, considering that every baby reaches important milestones at different times. When your baby reached two weeks old, he/she cried nonstop during the evenings and was diagnosed with reflux. Shoto stayed strong for you and him/her, knowing that you were up with him/her every night trying to console him/her. You were heavily sleep deprived. Because his/her reflux was really bad, it put a delay on his/her milestones. The only time that your baby seemed calm was when he/she was snuggled up against Shoto’s left shoulder, or when he was rubbing his/her belly or back considering his warmth was soothing B/n’s reflux.

Your baby didn’t start to crawl until he/she was 11 months old. Shoto was especially worried about him/her. Daily, he sat with him/her on the living room floor, trying to help him/her stand. B/n wouldn’t stand for more than a few seconds before he/she started crying and wobbling. Shoto gently held his/her hands, concern being written all over his face. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He attempted to soothe him/her. “Daddy’s not going to let you fall, I promise.”

“He/she’ll stand, Shoto. I promise.” You said to your husband, who looked at you worriedly.

“I just want him/her to grow at a healthy rate…” He admitted.

“Hey,” you said, ruffling his hair, “he/she IS growing at a healthy rate. Not every baby learns to do things at the same time.” You assured. Shoto smiled.

“Alright. I’ll be as patient with him/her as I can.” He said, turning to your baby, who was standing on his/her own without crying! Shoto gasped. “B/n! You’re doing it!” He announced. He/she wobbled a LOT. Shoto placed his hands around his/her waist. “See? I told you, Daddy’s not going to let you fall.” He smiled at your baby. He/she reached for Shoto, slowly walking towards him. His face lit up, the brightest its ever been. When B/n got to him, he immediately picked him/her up and hugged him/her tightly. “I can’t believe it… he/she walked!” He said, happy tears in his eyes. He looked at you. “Why would he/she just walk out of nowhere?” He asked you.

You had the perfect response.

“Maybe he/she saw someone that he/she wanted.”

END

Thanks for reading! If you liked this post, stay tuned for more!

[jcmarchi]

Safer skies with self-flying helicopters

New Post has been published on https://thedigitalinsider.com/safer-skies-with-self-flying-helicopters/

Safer skies with self-flying helicopters

In late 2019, after years of studying aviation and aerospace engineering, Hector (Haofeng) Xu decided to learn to fly helicopters. At the time, he was pursuing his PhD in MIT’s Department of Aeronautics and Astronautics, so he was familiar with the risks associated with flying small aircraft. But something about being in the cockpit gave Xu a greater appreciation of those risks. After a couple of nerve-wracking experiences, he was inspired to make helicopter flight safer.

In 2021, he founded the autonomous helicopter company Rotor Technologies, Inc.

It turns out Xu’s near-misses weren’t all that unique. Although large, commercial passenger planes are extremely safe, people die every year in small, private aircraft in the U.S. Many of those fatalities occur during helicopter flights for activities like crop dusting, fighting fires, and medical evacuations.

Rotor is retrofitting existing helicopters with a suite of sensors and software to remove the pilot from some of the most dangerous flights and expand use cases for aviation more broadly.

“People don’t realize pilots are risking their lives every day in the U.S.,” Xu explains. “Pilots fly into wires, get disoriented in inclement weather, or otherwise lose control, and almost all of these accidents can be prevented with automation. We’re starting by targeting the most dangerous missions.”

Rotor’s autonomous machines are able to fly faster and longer and carry heavier payloads than battery powered drones, and by working with a reliable helicopter model that has been around for decades, the company has been able to commercialize quickly. Rotor’s autonomous aircraft are already taking to the skies around its Nashua, New Hampshire, headquarters for demo flights, and customers will be able to purchase them later this year.

“A lot of other companies are trying to build new vehicles with lots of new technologies around things like materials and power trains,” says Ben Frank ’14, Rotor’s chief commercial officer. “They’re trying to do everything. We’re really focused on autonomy. That’s what we specialize in and what we think will bring the biggest step-change to make vertical flight much safer and more accessible.”

Building a team at MIT

As an undergraduate at Cambridge University, Xu participated in the Cambridge-MIT Exchange Program (CME). His year at MIT apparently went well — after graduating Cambridge, he spent the next eight years at the Institute, first as a PhD student, then a postdoc, and finally as a research affiliate in MIT’s Department of Aeronautics and Astronautics (AeroAstro), a position he still holds today. During the CME program and his postdoc, Xu was advised by Professor Steven Barrett, who is now the head of AeroAstro. Xu says Barrett has played an important role in guiding him throughout his career.

“Rotor’s technology didn’t spin out of MIT’s labs, but MIT really shaped my vision for technology and the future of aviation,” Xu says.

Xu’s first hire was Rotor Chief Technology Officer Yiou He SM ’14, PhD ’20, whom Xu worked with during his PhD. The decision was a sign of things to come: The number of MIT affiliates at the 50-person company is now in the double digits.

“The core tech team early on was a bunch of MIT PhDs, and they’re some of the best engineers I’ve ever worked with,” Xu says. “They’re just really smart and during grad school they had built some really fantastic things at MIT. That’s probably the most critical factor to our success.”

To help get Rotor off the ground, Xu worked with the MIT Venture Mentoring Service (VMS), MIT’s Industrial Liaison Program (ILP), and the National Science Foundation’s New England Innovation Corps (I-Corps) program on campus.

A key early decision was to work with a well-known aircraft from the Robinson Helicopter Company rather than building an aircraft from scratch. Robinson already requires its helicopters to be overhauled after about 2,000 hours of flight time, and that’s when Rotor jumps in.

The core of Rotor’s solution is what’s known as a “fly by wire” system — a set of computers and motors that interact with the helicopter’s flight control features. Rotor also equips the helicopters with a suite of advanced communication tools and sensors, many of which were adapted from the autonomous vehicle industry.

“We believe in a long-term future where there are no longer pilots in the cockpit, so we’re building for this remote pilot paradigm,” Xu says. “It means we have to build robust autonomous systems on board, but it also means that we need to build communication systems between the aircraft and the ground.”

Rotor is able to leverage Robinson’s existing supply chain, and potential customers are comfortable with an aircraft they’ve worked with before — even if no one is sitting in the pilot seat. Once Rotor’s helicopters are in the air, the startup offers 24/7 monitoring of flights with a cloud-based human supervision system the company calls Cloudpilot. The company is starting with flights in remote areas to avoid risk of human injury.

“We have a very careful approach to automation, but we also retain a highly skilled human expert in the loop,” Xu says. “We get the best of the autonomous systems, which are very reliable, and the best of humans, who are really great at decision-making and dealing with unexpected scenarios.”

Autonomous helicopters take off

Using small aircraft to do things like fight fires and deliver cargo to offshore sites is not only dangerous, it’s also inefficient. There are restrictions on how long pilots can fly, and they can’t fly during adverse weather or at night.

Most autonomous options today are limited by small batteries and limited payload capacities. Rotor’s aircraft, named the R550X, can carry loads up to 1,212 pounds, travel more than 120 miles per hour, and be equipped with auxiliary fuel tanks to stay in the air for hours at a time.

Some potential customers are interested in using the aircraft to extend flying times and increase safety, but others want to use the machines for entirely new kinds of applications.

“It is a new aircraft that can do things that other aircraft couldn’t — or maybe even if technically they could, they wouldn’t do with a pilot,” Xu says. “You could also think of new scientific missions enabled by this. I hope to leave it to people’s imagination to figure out what they can do with this new tool.”

Rotor plans to sell a small handful of aircraft this year and scale production to produce 50 to 100 aircraft a year from there.

Meanwhile, in the much longer term, Xu hopes Rotor will play a role in getting him back into helicopters and, eventually, transporting humans.

“Today, our impact has a lot to do with safety, and we’re fixing some of the challenges that have stumped helicopter operators for decades,” Xu says. “But I think our biggest future impact will be changing our daily lives. I’m excited to be flying in safer, more autonomous, and more affordable vertical take-off and-landing aircraft, and I hope Rotor will be an important part of enabling that.”

[lennyguardianistheonlyright]

The Lake (Part of an AU)

This is part of an AU where basically Laa-Laa has memory loss. ..I don't have a name for it.

Laa-Laa huffs before jumping onto the damp ground. She didn’t want to just sit in a helicopter, everyone else already got off.

Her ears perk and curly tail wags when the helicopter finally started lowering to the ground. As fun the ride was, she’s getting impatient from only sitting down.

Laa-Laa would have shot out from her seat like a bullet if Conor hadn’t stopped her.

“Not you.” He pushed her back into her seat.

“Come on Conor! I want to do something!” Because of the discovery of Laa-Laa being one of the main studies of the experiment she was in, Conor was given orders to make sure the yellow teletubby doesn’t get herself killed.

The silver teletubby’s monotone and calm appearance did interest Laa-Laa, but she was still annoyed she was being treated as if she was fragile. She could protect herself just fine.

(Admittedly if Laa-Laa didn’t have the tendency to wander off, Conor wouldn’t have gotten extra orders to take her with him when he can’t be at the base. In the research papers Lenny discovered, he told her the scientists had to recapture her and mind wipe her because she wandered off into areas not part of the experiment.)

“Sitting here is doing something.” Conor ignores her groan and slouching.

Laa-Laa squints, it was really storming here. She carefully moves, a weird feeling warning her danger was nearby.

She hears something growling nearby. It sounded like an animal but she also could tell it was a teletubby making the noise.

She reaches into her bag and pulls out the camera, Anne says it was one of the two items they found near her unconscious body.

The other one was currently on her head.

According to Lenny, its a low tech night vision camera. He wasn’t very impressed by it but Laa-Laa thinks its interesting.

She’d jump now and again thinking she saw someone, but realized it would be a tree.

She spots something round and slowly advances. Laa-Laa is surprised to find an orange ball in an area where infected custard was located.

The yellow tele is surprised on how big it was.

And how familiar it smelt.

She tenses up when she hears the growl right behind her. She spins around to see a green monster towering over her. It bends its torso and began maybe sniffing the air.

She backs away, trying to decide if she should run or fight. Laa-Laa stares at its head, its antenna pointing up. Looking at it gave her a weird feeling.

Logic finally kicked in and told her to fucking run.

She puts away the camera and runs through the water, she had above average eyesight for a teletubby so she wasn’t worried about running in the pitch black.

Laa-Laa tripped over herself a few times, but didn’t look back. Only when she was running out of breath did she turn.

Good.

But she notices something at her shoes. She squints at it.

It was a blue bowl with a disgusting scent coming from it. It smelt obviously expired but she couldn’t tell what color the stuff inside was.

This must be one of the infected custards.

The teletubby jumps hearing a deep roar and Conor yell out. She knew it was him because he had this weird ability to raise his voice but still sound monotone.

Laa-Laa runs with new energy, her heart racing from a mix of worry and excitement.

She sees the green monster from before approaching the fallen silver teletubby. He was rapidly trying to find his dropped sword in the darkness.

Laa-Laa pounces on the soaked thing’s back, it jerks and she’s surprised at the scales under her fingers.

She quickly grabs the sword fastened on her waist, and plunges it through its back.

It emits a scream that hurt Laa-Laa ears...and…

Her hands shake then lose feeling as they both fall. She pushes herself on her forearms and stares at the creature. It had somehow fallen on its side, crackling noises are coming from its probably broken television screen.

Once Laa-Laa’s brain put together the picture that she had thrust the sword so hard that it stabbed its screen, she began to cry uncontrollably.

She didn’t know why.

It was one to feel sad because the infection caused animal like behavior which involves killing urges.

But to burst out sobbing like this?

Laa-Laa grips the ground and forces herself onto her two legs, a gloved hand pushes on her shoulders. She stumbled a bit but her legs willingly walk back to the helicopter.

Thinking about the corpse made green flashes burn at her brain.

By the time she’s thinking more clearly, her ears pick up the sound of Conor’s angry slight scolding.

Despite her current emotional state, she groans. “Conor, I’m too tired for “I told you to stay put” yell at me tomorrow.”

She wasn’t lying, she right away fell unconscious after she said that.

The other soldiers looked away nervous upon hearing Conor’s slow deep irritated sigh.

[itllsetyoufree]

“Does this help?” + kara being injured

All things considered, Lena’s Saturday has been startlingly unremarkable so far. The sun is shining, she’d had her usual cup of yogurt with sliced bananas for breakfast, she hasn’t gotten a single off-hours weekend call from work, and she’d even had time to read the Cooking section in the National City Tribune. The biggest thing on her calendar for the day is her weekly movie night with Kara, which she’d been quietly looking forward to since Kara had left her apartment after their movie night the week before.

There was a time in Lena’s life where the easy, almost leisurely flow of her day would have been alarmingly, disarmingly suspect. But with no attempts on her life and L-Corp running smoothly for the last year or so, Lena’s life has settled into something more… quiet. 

And on any other day, it might have continued that way. 

Because noxious gas-breathing, nine-legged alien dragons aren’t typically her problem.

She gets the notification on her phone, of course:

Emergency Alert: Rogue Alien Attacking National City Waterfront— alien is violent and unrestrained, exhales unidentified purple gas. Residents urged to remain indoors and to close all windows.

Lena sighs, rolling her neck to the side and grabbing her phone as she lifts herself off her couch to close her balcony door. Despite having a near-panoramic view of the water, Lena’s apartment is on the other side of town from the docks, but she winds her way around her apartment anyway and closes all of her windows just in case. She’s just shutting the last one when she fires off a text to Kara, telling her to stay inside and to not come over until the alien is taken care of, and don’t even think about going down to the docks to report on it, Kara, I know CatCo doesn’t have gas masks on hand.

She gets a single thumbs up in response, an unusually terse reply from Kara, who never sends one text message when three will do, but Lena doesn’t think much of it and just settles back down on the couch to flip on the news. 

She watches live as the alien positively obliterates several of National City’s piers with three of its arms. The video feed shows people diving out of the way as wet, splintered wood flies in every direction. The esplanade is littered with debris as the alien rears up again, swinging its tail against the surface of the bay and spraying rolling waves of water onto the shore. 

Lena blows out a heavy breath as she watches the destruction unfold before reaching out for her phone again. She’s just hitting send on an email to Jess, telling her to donate funds to the city to rebuild the docks, when the unmitigated panic on screen abruptly stops. 

She sits up straight on the couch as she watches the dragon puff out a billowing cloud of purple smoke. It unfurls along the embankment and the remaining parts of the boardwalk, and slowly engulfs the small crowd of people fleeing the waterfront and the remaining stragglers on the shoreline.

Lena watches, mouth parting in shock, as they all stop running en masse and slow to a halt. The newsfeed goes silent as the crowd stops screaming, even the newscaster losing his breath as everyone stands still, lolling around on their feet as if held up by rubber and not muscle, before they all calmly sink down to the ground and lay down. 

The sweeping shot of everyone resting on the ground seems to spur the news anchor back to life, and he resumes narrating wildly, jabbering and speculating like an auctioneer calling the Superbowl. 

The dragon stops destroying more of the docks to huff out another cloud of smoke at a helicopter nearby. Lena sucks in a breath as the helicopter wobbles in the air over the people on the ground, but it just floats softly down, landing gentle as a feather on the nearest open patch of grass. Lena pinches her eyebrows together, bewildered, but before she can think too much on it, there’s a red and blue streak zooming into the frame. 

Supergirl pulls up behind the dragon, and Lena only has a second to admire the sun glinting off her hair before Supergirl grabs the alien by one of its legs and flings it out toward the sea. 

From there it’s a whirlwind. Supergirl and the alien lunge and splash and swing at each other at a dizzying speed, spinning in the air and dragging each other under the water. The camera holds steady on them for several minutes until one final breathtaking moment. Both Supergirl and the alien breach out of the water and whirl to face one another. Supergirl’s eyes glow for a split second before her heat vision activates and scorches across the dragon’s abdomen. It crashes back to the water with a roar, but just before it sinks beneath the surface, it huffs out one final breath of smoke. 

It catches Supergirl visibly off-guard as she recovers from the fight, gasping for air just as it engulfs her. The newscaster goes silent once more, watching as Supergirl seems to go loose mid-air. She sways a little, drifting in the wind, a glassy, confused look on her face. Lena’s reaching for her phone, ready to call Alex to see if she can help, when Supergirl shakes her head and starts to fly, slowly and unsteadily, away from the scene. 

The newscaster and Lena heave a simultaneous sigh of relief, and Lena lets her phone drop back down to the couch. The news switches back to coverage of the dazed, lethargic people on the shore who seem confused but otherwise unharmed. Lena’s just relaxing back into the cushions, half a mind to open her windows back up to let in the breeze, when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye. 

She turns, watching as Supergirl floats shakily toward her balcony. 

When Supergirl lands, it’s with none of the elegance or athleticism Lena’s come to associate with her. There’s no graceful descent, no landing delicately on one pointed foot or shooting down from the sky to stop on a dime just before she hits the ground. Supergirl drifts closer and closer to her building, one foot outstretched as she reaches Lena’s balcony, but her foot catches on the top of the railing, and she topples over it, hands splayed out to catch herself. She spills over the banister and lands on her chest, legs arching up behind her and feet still hooked over the railing. She looks up at Lena through the glass window, eyes half glazed over and unfocused as her cape slides up the slope of her back to pool at the back of her neck. 

The sight of her, glassy and dazed and draped over her railing like a wet towel spurs Lena into action. She throws the balcony door open and rushes over, dropping to her knees and reaching out to run her hands down the length of Supergirl’s arms, cupping her cheeks and tilting her head to either side to look for bruises. 

“Supergirl! Are you hurt? Can you stand? Come, let’s get you to the DEO.” 

“Hi.” 

Lena stills, pausing her frantic checking of Supergirl’s pulse to actually take stock of the situation. 

Supergirl, seemingly unconcerned by her chin pressing into the concrete or being curled backwards over herself, blinks up at Lena. She looks untroubled, calm, her hair and suit still damp from the water but otherwise right as rain, but the expression on her face is… vacant. Her eyes are glossy, just slightly unfocused, mouth parted as she looks up at Lena. She looks open, unguarded, and completely unaware, and Lena recalibrates. 

“Supergirl, do you know where you are?”

“Your balcony.”

“And do you know who I am?”

“Lena.”

“Does anything hurt?”

“No.” 

“Can you untangle your feet so we can get you up?”

“Oh,” Supergirl remarks, like she hadn’t noticed her feet weren’t under her. She tries to twist around to look over her back at her feet, and she shuffles a little, unhooking the toes of her boots and falling fully onto the stone floor. 

Lena tsks and instinctually reaches out again, grabbing hold of Supergirl’s shoulders and helping her move until she’s sitting upright, propped against the balcony railing. Supergirl leans back against it, blinking slowly and looking blankly around, and Lena finds herself itching for the phone she left in the living room but unwilling to leave the woman in front of her while she’s so vulnerable. 

It isn’t like she hasn’t dealt with an incapacitated Supergirl before. Lena’s saved Supergirl from more than a handful of scrapes in the past couple years, but never like this, never while she was conscious, never while she seemed loopy and almost childlike. It’s easier to maintain her focus, Lena realizes, easier to put the worry aside and work on a fix when Supergirl is in grave danger, in desperate need of help. 

This, with her awake and seemingly fine but so disoriented is throwing Lena off guard. Normal citizens shouldn’t see their city’s hero downed and unconscious, but they shouldn’t see her like this either, unfocused and confused, almost as if she’d been drugged. It’s unsettling, deeply uncomfortable in a way Lena can’t put her finger on, and she can’t help but feel both protective and out of her element at the same time.

“Okay,” Lena says, keeping her voice soft and caring. “How about we get you over to the DEO so they can check you out?”

“No, thanks,” comes the quiet reply. “I’ll stay here.”

It’s Lena’s turn to blink confusedly back at Supergirl, but the woman is looking elsewhere. The soft breeze that’s been blowing all day blows an errant leaf off of one of Lena’s plants and into Supergirl’s lap, and Lena watches, latent sense of panic beginning to grow in her stomach, as Supergirl picks up the leaf and twirls it between her fingers.

“I really think we should get you over to the DEO. You seem a little… off,” Lena says, careful to phrase it as gently as she can to not cause any alarm. “What if I just have Director Danvers come here by herself?” Lena asks, half unsure why she’s humoring Supergirl before she realizes that Supergirl has probably never gone anywhere she didn’t want to go— on account of being strong enough to lift a space station. 

“No,” Supergirl responds again, simply, not rudely, “she’s not invited.”

Lena narrows her eyes at that, trying to sort out what kind of laughing gas this dragon has breathed out. 

“I think I’m in charge of that,” Lena retorts, but she sighs, because Supergirl just looks up at her and smiles dopily. 

“Okay,” Lena tries again. “Will you at least stand up and come inside? I can do some research on how to get these side effects to go away.” 

Supergirl acquiesces this time, or at least Lena thinks she does until Supergirl turns away from the open door to her living room. 

“I’ll stay out here,” she says, words slurring a little as she points to one of Lena’s deck chairs. “Need a little sun.” 

She sways on the spot, as if momentarily suspended by the breeze, before stumbling over to Lena’s deck chair and collapsing onto it. She trips on one of the legs and the chair breaks under her weight, but she doesn’t seem to notice, letting her eyes drift shut and tilting her chin up toward the sun. A small smile crosses her face as the sun warms her, and Lena finds herself unable to hold back a small smile of her own. 

“You’ve got twenty minutes,” Lena says, already planning out her research on alien dragons and a call to Alex in her head. “Then I’m making the call.” 

“Uh uh,” Supergirl hums, eyes still closed, and Lena raises both eyebrows. “Is’fine, Lena. Don’t call. Wanted to come here.”

The longer sentences are starting to ease Lena’s mind, but Supergirl’s response rattles around in her brain and she can’t help but ask.

“Supergirl?”

Supergirl just hums back at her again.

“Why’d you come here instead of going to the DEO?”

“Didn’t want to miss movie night,” she says, calmly while she exhales, like Lena had asked her what day it is and she’d said, ‘Saturday.’

Lena freezes. The pit of panic in her stomach drops out and her whole body clenches at the loss. She stands frozen, staring at the figure laying prone, sprawled out on her deck chair. Lena’s heart pounds. She feels the rapid thudding in her chest, hears it reverberate in her ears. She takes it in, the red boots and skirt, the blue suit, the cape, the blonde hair. 

Her eyes map the features on Supergirl’s face, and she realizes with some modicum of horror how familiar those features are. The point of her chin, the slope of her cheekbones, the nick of the scar above her eyebrow, the slightly upturned, charming pull of her mouth. It’s all— 

“Lena?” those eyebrows scrunch together and it comes out as a whine, and Lena is overcome. 

The panic disappears, instantly replaced by a tidal wave of worry, of affection, of bewilderment, confusion, and a little hurt.

“I’m here,” is what she blurts out in response, dropping onto the adjacent chair and wrapping her hand around Supergirl’s— Kara’s?— wrist, gentle, caring. “Hey, hey, I’m here. Are you okay?”

“Mhmm” Supergirl hums again, twisting her wrist to take hold of Lena’s hand. “Better already. Just need a nap and then we can watch a movie, okay?” Her voice is light and airy, and the smile droops off her face as she begins to fall asleep, but Lena can’t let her go, can’t be left alone with her racing mind. She needs to know, needs to be sure, and with a pounding heart, she presses on.

“Have—” Lena starts. Her voice cracks and she clears her throat and tries again, wiping the hand not enclosed in Supergirl’s tiredly across her brow. “Have you thought about what movie you want to see?”

“Which Star Wars are we up to?” Supergirl mumbles, half-asleep, and Lena feels her whole body clench with the confirmation as she sweeps her eyes up and down the figure in front of her with renewed worry, checking for injuries she knows aren’t there, because it’s Kara, it’s Kara, it’s Kara.

“Episode Six,” she whispers, tightening her hand around Kara’s. 

“That one. ‘S a good one.” Kara breathes back. 

Kara shifts on the chair a little bit, and small as the movement is, Lena thinks it looks the tiniest more purposeful, the tiniest bit less loose and floppy, and Lena feels her shoulders relax with it. It shifts something in her, the worry beginning to melt into a tender form of annoyance and she decides to push a little more. 

“Are you hungry?”

“Mm,” Kara hums, smiling again. Lena narrows her eyes at her. 

“Do you want Big Belly Burger for dinner like last time?”

“Mhmm yeah,” Kara murmurs, “and those fries that I like.”

Lena smirks, raising an eyebrow, but Kara is completely unaware. Lena squeezes her hand and stands. “I’ll order the food, and you can nap until it gets here, okay?”

“Mhmm thanks, Lena.”

“You’re welcome, Kara,” she says pointedly, but Kara doesn’t notice. Lena watches her smile in her half-asleep doze, her hand twitching a little until the smile droops off her face and she falls asleep just like that. Lena stands there, gaping at her for a moment, then makes her way inside.

Twenty minutes later, after a text to Alex and enough time spent slowing her racing heart, enough time spent with the news to know that the gas wears off on its own, eventually, she hears a sigh and a creak from outside. Supergirl— Kara, god, it’s Kara— is stretching on the deck chair, which appears to be hanging on for dear life, and Lena lifts herself off the couch, grabbing the bag next to her and making her way back outside.

She sets a glass of water down on the drinks table next to Kara’s head, watching as she shifts in the sun but doesn’t open her eyes. 

“How are you feeling, Supergirl?”

“Mhmm, good, sleepy,” Kara yawns.

“They pulled that dragon out of the bay,” Lena says casually, crossing her arms. “You did a great job. No one’s hurt. The effects of the gas seem to subside on their own.”

“Good,” Kara murmurs, tilting her head up into the sun again. “That’s good.” 

“The food’s here too,” Lena informs her, unable to hold back a smirk. “I got us a couple shakes as well.”

“Thanks,” Kara sighs happily. You’re the best.”

“But Kara?”

“Mmph?”

“You have to change out of your suit first. Wouldn’t want to get any residual alien goop on my couch.”

It’s exactly as satisfying as she thought it would be. Kara’s loose, floppy posture stiffens as her spine snaps straight, her eyes flying open as the chair finally gives out from under her. Lena watches the wheels turn once Kara hits the ground, sees Kara’s eyes bug out when they make eye contact. Kara’s flick down to look at her suit, then back up to Lena. 

Lena twists her wrist, letting the paper bag swing out toward Kara. 

“Your fries?”