themetamk2:

freelancer-agent-carolina:

It was clear that Maine wasn’t expecting her to show any affection at all, which hurt a little. It wasn’t like it was even his fault there were so many damn idiots on the ship. But when he visibly relaxed as she kissed him, some of her worry fled. 

There were plenty of things that Carolina enjoyed about him, like the way he could appear as a massive, terrifying soldier on the field but become as human as anything when they were alone together. There was the way he smiled at her- sometimes only a ghost of an expression, sometimes much more- that made her heart swell every time she saw it. Then there was the way he kissed her, far more tenderly than anyone would expect someone like him to, and the way he held her so tightly and securely that she felt like nothing could ever touch them. She was allowed to forget reality for a little while when they had their time alone together, and in the world they lived him, any time to forget what their lives really were was a blessing.

"…I love you," she murmured into his shoulder, and shit, she didn’t even know why she said it or if she even should have said it, but it was out now and all she could do was wait for his reaction, whether good or bad. She wasn’t expecting the most positive reaction; an emotion like that was suicide for the heart and as good as forbidden to a couple soldiers, and she wouldn’t be surprised if Maine left right there.

It was both amazing and terrifying how just three words —three little, simple words— could have more stopping power than any bullet. It was impressive and concerning how Maine could take a sniper round to the chest and get up to fight minutes later, but hearing Carolina speak those words to him rattled the titan’s very spine and punched a hole straight through his ribcage. Most people would deny that he even had what her sentiment reached, and in the past, he would have liked to keep it that way. 

Hearts, the way most people thought of them, weren’t something a soldier needed. All he needed the organ to do was pump blood to his limbs so that he could be the best weapon he could be —feeling was for pain receptors and nerve endings.

And yet…something sent a message that shocked his nervous system and had four words, the appropriate response to what Lina had said, shooting through his vocal cords and becoming so lost in the mass of scar tissue and self-loathing that was his marred throat that all Maine could manage was a silence that was more tender than usual. He wanted to express this odd feeling in his chest and throat but he just…couldn’t.

Not verbally.

Hands built for the kill made their way to rest on Carolina’s shoulders, separating the two of them with the utmost care, and Maine shot her a look —one of those looks that only he could manage, one that said everything his voice couldn’t— before pulling her close and kissing her with everything he had.

The embrace burned with a different kind of flame, one that mirrored the way he cupped her cheek with one hand and slowly slid the other down her arm to take her hand in his.

He wasn’t going anywhere.

For a few moments the redhead waited in anticipation, and even a little fear, for Maine’s reaction. She knew she shouldn’t have said anything; soldiers didn’t feel anything like love or tenderness or anything besides killing and surviving. They especially didn’t. Now Maine was going to pull away from her, leave, and probably never talk about this ever again-

When Maine took her by the shoulders, she braced herself for the rejection. But then she caught that look on his face, and that said just about everything she needed to hear. Of course he wouldn’t say anything out loud; he hardly did. And while it would have been a little better to hear his confirmation out loud, the way he kissed her and took her hand was just as good as anything he could say. 

Now that Carolina knew that she had him, there was no way in hell that she ever wanted to let him go. It was safe to say to say that she had gotten used to the comfort and security that came with being with Maine, so at least for a little while she could let her guard down. She tightened her grip on the titan’s hand, rough from years of combat but still warm enough to keep his touch inviting. Her free hand went to his shoulder, gripping tightly at his shirt, then moving further up to trace his jawline with gentle fingertips.

abitofabadass:

//Ngl for a split second I thought you came to Canada just to continue our food battle IRL. I almost checked under my desk ok?

((I could be under your desk right now. I have ninja blood you know. It’s also mandatory for all Japanese people to receive 10 years of ninja training, starting from birth. Might do you some good to check. Just in case.

((But no I just recognized a character in the lighter brown text towards the bottom, but I don’t even know if it means the same thing in whatever language that is. 

abitofabadass:

//SO WHEN IS THE WEDDING YOU TWO?

((WE’RE THINKING SPRING, HONEYMOON IN COSTA RICA

((WAIFU HOLD ME I'M VERY EMOTIONAL OVER THESE TWO))
freelancer-agent-carolina

totallycompletelysane:

((*HOLDS THE WAIFU*

I AM TOO, WASH IS CRYING HES SO PROUD ASKJFHSKDFJGDFS))

((AAAAA WASH BABU ASDFKLSJDFLKASDFKD))

Warning: Will kick you out a window
themetamk2

themetamk2:

freelancer-agent-carolina:

"That was once."

"…’s all it takes."

"Could’ve died.

"But you didn’t die. And you saved me and York from falling to our death from a collapsing 150 story building. So thanks."

themetamk2:

freelancer-agent-carolina:

Damn morons. Carolina watched as Maine was released and the security officers practically turned tail and bolted. As soon as they were gone, she shut the door and turned to Maine just as he sat down on her bed and groaned his apologies. He looked reasonably angry; nearly being arrested wasn’t exactly the warmest welcome back after shore leave. 

She didn’t yell or get angry herself, but went to sit next to him and take his hand in hers instead. “It’s fine,” she assured him. “Not your fault the security on this ship is a bunch of idiots. Come here.”

With her unoccupied hand, she turned his head towards her and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. She stayed like that for a good few seconds before she drew back enough to keep their foreheads against each other. “Don’t beat yourself up over this. Alright?”

His eyes had been glued to the floor —staring through it, really. Waiting for the impending scolding— and Maine was surprised to feel Lina take his hand. It wasn’t expected, and he felt a little better when she reassured him, but the titan’s gaze remained on the floor, his shoulders and posture remained slumped, until she corrected him. 

He didn’t realize how much he’d really missed her, the way she spoke and the way she felt, until she kissed him. Until her lips were pressed to hers, even with such gentleness, Maine didn’t realize how accustomed he’d become to her —to the way she sounded and she kissed and to the way she refused to let him think ill of himself, even when he didn’t voice his self-loathing. 

With his forehead resting against hers, he shot the redhead a soft smile, growling quietly as he brushed his thumb against the back of her hand. “….Alright.” He could have taken her words as an order, but he didn’t, so his response wasn’t a militant affirmation; it was as genuine as her concern.

Pressing his lips to hers with the same tenderness she’d shown him, Maine wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. “….Missed you. Really.”

It was clear that Maine wasn’t expecting her to show any affection at all, which hurt a little. It wasn’t like it was even his fault there were so many damn idiots on the ship. But when he visibly relaxed as she kissed him, some of her worry fled. 

There were plenty of things that Carolina enjoyed about him, like the way he could appear as a massive, terrifying soldier on the field but become as human as anything when they were alone together. There was the way he smiled at her- sometimes only a ghost of an expression, sometimes much more- that made her heart swell every time she saw it. Then there was the way he kissed her, far more tenderly than anyone would expect someone like him to, and the way he held her so tightly and securely that she felt like nothing could ever touch them. She was allowed to forget reality for a little while when they had their time alone together, and in the world they lived him, any time to forget what their lives really were was a blessing.

"…I love you," she murmured into his shoulder, and shit, she didn’t even know why she said it or if she even should have said it, but it was out now and all she could do was wait for his reaction, whether good or bad. She wasn’t expecting the most positive reaction; an emotion like that was suicide for the heart and as good as forbidden to a couple soldiers, and she wouldn’t be surprised if Maine left right there.

Warning: Will kick you out a window
themetamk2

"That was once."

Warning: Has a big, white guard dog
Anonymous

"Maybe I wouldn’t exactly call him my guard dog. Try ‘partner in crime’.”

"Guard dog works too. Sometimes."

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