#actually she said no food at all in lockers and i still had other food that i bought in there

[jiyoos]

one of my managers triggered my ocd so bad and now i feel like everyone at work secretly thinks i am a horrible person and i want to quit and i know it’s not real but like!!!!!!

[woso-dreamzzz]

Homework

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: You try to get someone else to do your homework

Studying was such a bore for you. You hated sitting in a classroom and studying. Lucy told you that you had a restless soul and that's why you would prefer to be out on the pitch rather than stuck inside.

Playing for Manchester City had been a perfect outlet and the call to play for Barcelona had been a dream come true.

It was just a shame that the schooling system still kept you shackled.

Taking online classes was better than physical school but it just meant that the actual studying and doing homework was left solely on you. Keira sometimes would allocate times for you to do it but Lucy would always stage what she would call a jailbreak and take you to the park or get a snack.

Either way, actually doing the work was something that you struggled with.

Which was, as you glanced around the break room, you had an empty word document and a sheet of questions of Spanish open in another tab.

Most of the team were either in meetings or getting food so it was just you and the younger members of the squad. Your eyes roved over them all, glancing back at your screen.

Esmee and Salma were playing each other on FIFA. Jana and Bruna were watching with rapt attention. But you found your target in Ona, who was throwing grapes into the air and trying to catch them in her mouth.

You slumped into the seat next to her, placing your laptop in her lap.

She raised a brow at you. "What is this?"

You gestured to the screen. "What does it look like?"

"Your homework?"

"Wow," You said sarcastically," Well done. It is my homework. Has anyone ever told you you're a genius?"

She rolled her eyes. "I meant, what is it doing here? On my lap?"

You sent her an award winning smile. "Do it for me?"

"Isn't that cheating?"

"It's not a test," You said," Just homework. Besides," You shrugged," It's been melting my mind. None of it makes sense. You'd just get through this so quickly."

She narrowed her eyes, easily seeing through your mediocre manipulation attempts. She glanced at your questions for a moment before she slapped some money into your hand.

"Get me a chocolate bar from the vending machine," She said," And an energy drink too..." She thought for a moment. "And you've got to be the one to ask Lucy and Keira if I can crash around your place tomorrow."

You almost groaned. You and Ona had been planning a movie marathon for weeks now but the tv at your place with Lucy and Keira was better than the one at her apartment so you had been trying to drop hints to Lucy and Keira about Ona staying over but neither had quite picked up on them.

"Fine," You said begrudgingly, standing up," A chocolate and an energy drink. Got it."

You slipped out of the room with little fanfare. If Ona managed to get your homework done quickly then the rest of your afternoon would be free to snack and muck around until Lucy and Keira came to take you home.

With the staff and the rest of the girls in meetings, the hallways were empty. You got to the vending machine with ease, punching in the code of Ona's favourite chocolate and energy drink. You've just fished them out when a shiver ran down your spine. A shadow fell over you.

You turned around slowly and was met with the face of your captain, dripping in disapproval.

"Nena," She said and your usual nickname struck fear into your heart," Aren't you supposed to be doing your homework?"

While Keira grew bored of making you study and do your homework, Alexia did not. Your very first day in Barcelona consisted of you walking into the locker room to see her standing by your cubby with the school schedule you had given over to the staff.

You were pretty sure that if you didn't already know Keira and Lucy from City then you would have ended up moving in with Alexia, if only so she could keep a close eye on your studies.

"I...er...Went to get some snacks?"

She raised a brow at you. "Really? Ona's favourite snacks? What were you meant to be studying today, your Spanish? If I go into the break room, will I find Ona doing your work for you?"

You didn't answer.

But that was answer enough.

Alexia sighed, one of those long drawn-out sighs that only ever really got used on you - and sometimes Mapi, when she was acting particularly like a kid.

"Sorry?"

"No, you are not." She took you by the shoulders, making you walk in front of her all the way back to where Ona was sitting, dutifully typing away at your homework. She cleared her throat.

Ona turned and immediately went pale. She looked at you. She looked at Alexia.

"She bullied me into it!"

"Liar!"

Alexia fixed you both with a stern look that you wilted under. "So, you're telling me a sixteen-year-old bullied you into doing homework, Ona?"

"Er...yes?"

"Go and do three laps."

"Alexia!"

"Do you want to make it four?"

Ona took off running and you shoved the drink and chocolate bar into her hands as she passed.

With her gone though, Alexia's ire was firmly back on you. She plucked your laptop up from the sofa and placed it on the table. You knew what she wanted so you went without fuss, slumping into the seat.

She made you watch as she deleted all of the work Ona had done for you.

"You're smart, nena," She said as she did it," You just do stupid things. Do I have to take you with me to my meetings now? To make sure you get your work done?"

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, not wanting an even longer lecture. You, however, didn't keep your feet out of your mouth because you replied," You hover enough. I don't need you watching my every move."

Alexia sent you a withering glare and you shrunk in your seat. You hastened to placate her and started typing. It seemed like you did understand what you're homework was telling you, the little break to get Ona's snacks must have given your brain the respite it needed.

Alexia slid into the seat next to you. She didn't do much - barely even checked her phone - but made sure to look over your shoulder as you wrote.

By the time, you've finished, it's time to break for lunch. Esmee and Salma had just left so you tried to catch up with them but the hand at the back of your collar stopped you in your tracks.

"You're coming home with me tonight," Alexia told you succinctly," I've still got clothes left over from when you last visited. You'll sit at the table and do that economics essay you've been putting off and, if you get it done without complaint, I'll check over what you just finished."

You made a face. "Is this your way of saying I completely flunked it?"

Alexia rolled her eyes and you knew by the way she tucked you under her arm, that she was no longer mad. "Focus on the positives, nena. If you're very good, we'll even order dinner to the house."

[jade-jini]

YOU BETTER WRITE VIRGIN LOSER G!P MINJEONG WHERE SHES LIKE

“y/n i have no idea where your clit is can you help me out :((??”

and then once she shoves her cock inside she’s like “damn its so… tight um nngh” and then she cums bc shes such a loser

OMG my first ask is one of my fave writers🙊 Imma flex yes bdjdndk 😎

OK BUT all this starting because I was bullying minjeong in the chat so you know I have to make it virgin loser g!p jeongie x bully (but not really) reader.

Going from daily annoying her; taking her books and stretching so she won’t be able to reach for them, pushing her out of the way, stealing her dessert knowing damn well she was excited to eat it :( “Thank you Jeongie I was hungry byeee” and you would kiss her on the cheek, making her shy and buying you enough time to run away with the food “y/n wait! That’s unfair :(” like poor puppy 🥺

To constantly teasing her. Trapping her against her locker every morning, saying “good morning Jeongie” right on top of her lips making her sigh and completely blanks out, teasing her every time she talked with a girl and looked shy or nervous (minjeong didn’t know this was out of jealousy ‘cause why is anybody talking to YOUR loser?), calling her out and telling her she was such a virgin, Sitting on her lap before the class starts and she just gasps because you keep moving. Why are you doing this to her??? when you have a perfect chair right next to her (yes, she was your seat mate, how unlucky for her huh?) And she just doesn’t have the courage to tell you to move (plus even tho it was wrong it felt too good). You’re so busy saying how she’s such a nerd because of her little Pokemon stickers and plushies that mind you were a gift from her other nerdy friends (yes the other Aespa girlies), that you don’t notice how you’re affecting her 😭 until you feel something hard against your ass and when you instinctively were to get up she automatically grabs your hips to stop you fbdkdn

“Oh someone is enjoying herself a little too much huh little pervert? You’ve probably never had a girl on your lap before.” you whisper in her ear with such a mean smirk and she just whimpers because it’s so embarrassing that is true:((( she got hard in class and right in front of her crush bully. She was gonna panic and then you just “Don’t worry puppy, I’ll help you after class. Just behave until we’re out.”

AND MINJEONG IS ABOUT TO LOSE IT ‘CAUSE NOBODY HAS EVER SAID SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO HER???? but she’s an obedient puppy so she does as you say. She was trying to distract herself from the literal fear she was feeling thinking about what you were gonna do to her. She has never done shit with nobody so she was genuinely nervous 😭 until she felt your hand under her desk, teasing her over her pants. Minjeong looked at you almost begging you to stop because that poor creature felt like she could come right there in that classroom, but you simply told her to stay quiet with your finger, so she had to endure the rest of the lecture with her boxers wet with her precum 💀. After class she got up super fast, covering herself with her bag actually considering running away feeling too scared of pussy but you grabbed her arm firmly.

“Your car or mine?” You asked her. She gulped, catching herself unable to escape you. “wait you don’t have one I remember. You’re always walking home. Lame. C’mon.” Why are you so mean 😭

“A-are you sure that’s a good idea? I thought you were joking…” she said with her little shy voice 🥺 she’s so pathetic and cute. The reason you loved annoying the sht outta her was because of how endearing you found her! She was such a cute little loser who just needed to get ruined.

You rolled your eyes and simply dragged her to your car. Once you got to your place you lost no time and pushed her to your bed, straddling her and kissing her and when I tell you Minjeong can’t stay still 😭 she doesn’t know how to act or what to do she just knows 1. She needs to get her pants out of the way NOW and 2. You were the only one who could help her right now. “Y/n.. please” she’d moan, feeling you moving on top of her again, this time with much more intension. She kept pushing her hips up trying to get more friction. “God you’re so desperate, can’t even let me have my fun before we start” you’d scold but bro fvck you you were just as desperate, you just knew how to hide it better. But it became too hard to hide the way your mouth was almost drooling once you put minjeong’s pants and boxers down because this girl is BIG. And not only big but also idk her dick is just so.. pretty?! Knfkfj like it just looks so amazing, size aside Idk-

So you wasted no time and put her dick inside your mouth, as deep as possible and goshhh minjeong’s eyes went completely to the back of her head. She’s never felt such sensation. Getting deepthroated during your first blowjob is an experience not a lot of people get so she was lucky af “aghh.. y/n.. oh my..~” she’d moan your name so softly it was almost heart melting. That if it wasn’t ‘cause she was literally balls deep inside your throat- anyway. She did sound both so hot but so cute, moaning and whimpering and grabbing your hair a little bit with her shaky hands Aww. You thought she was just a sensitive one but oh stupid you how didn’t you notice it was more than just that??

Once you could feel her breathing a little too irregular, knowing she was close, you got up not wanting her to come yet. You heard her groaning and laughed at her. “Shut up, you’re not the only one who gets to feel good here are you?” You teased her while getting completely naked and Omg 😳 minjeong’s face got sooo red ‘cause she has never seen a girl naked before. So she quickly covered her eyes and you thought she was just a shy loser bsdjfn “I literally just had your cock in my mouth what are you so shy about” “y/n! Hmmm…”. But she said nothing else and once she took her hands off her face you were lying down right in front of her, looking like a goddess and Omg 😵‍💫 her brain stopped working. She’s trying to learn so the best next step would be to get closer and kiss you right? Yes. So that she does, getting in between your legs trying to do it as confident as possible. “Fuck me, jeongie~” you whispered in her ear and gosh she was so ready for it but also so naive about how that was gonna happen 😭 the few videos her useless pervert friends have shown her are those where you can’t see Wtf is going on between the couple’s legs. Her cock was right against your clit (but she didn’t know that lmao) so when she moved and you moaned ‘cause of the friction, she connected it with her doing something right, so she continued but since the contact was also making her feel good, she started moving faster and a little.. abrupt 😭

her cock moved up a little too much. She was too shy to look so the tip literally ended up resting on your bellybutton BSKSNSKS. Minjeong didn’t notice it but you did. She rubbed it against your body a little bit and for the first couple seconds you thought she was just trying to tease you in her own weird nerd way but you grew both tired of that and desperate to feel her deep inside you already so you told her to stop playing and fuck you already. Poor thing panicked again 😭 she grabbed her cock and stared at it and then at your pussy, not knowing how was she supposed to do this 💀but you were always teasing her about being a virgin so at least you knew and it wouldn’t be so weird if she asked for help right? Right?

“Umm.. y/n?” She’d start, clearly confused and nervous. Which made YOU confused ‘cause why the fuck wasn’t she inside you yet?? “It’s just I’m not sure how.. you know.” And Omg that’s when it hit you. “I don’t wanna do something wrong or hurt you or-”

“Hold on. Minjeong.. have you done this before??”

“Hmm? No? I-I thought you knew. You’re always calling me a virgin!” She answered in a defensive tone lol but that’s ‘cause wdym you didn’t know 😨 now she was even more nervous and embarrassed!

“It was just to tease you! How would I know that? But gosh you are pathetic.”

“And you’re so mean :(” Dbdkfn Aww leave her aloneee🥺🥺 “could you ugh.. help me out please? I wanna make you feel good :(” and Aww how could you be mean to her when she was saying those things and asking for help with such a cute face 🥺 you just sighed and rolled your eyes before smiling at her softly.

“Here.” You started, grabbing her cock, making her groan and bite her lip (that woman is hot 🫵🏼). “So right here is the clit, pay attention to this ‘cause the more you stimulate it the better I’ll feel.” You explained to her, teasing yourself with the tip of her cock. And she just went ohhh :o with those puppy eyes she has dndnfk fvckin loser melts my heart istg. You started guiding her a little lower, so she could finally get inside your hole. You decided to move and get the tip inside yourself which with how big she was, was already your own little challenge “g-god.. now you just push it more.. a-and fuck me already.” You told her, already needing more of her. And so she slowly started pushing her cock deeper and deeper inside your pussy, mumbling about how good you felt, her head already in the clouds. Once she was fully in, you let out a big trembling sigh trying to get used to such a big thing inside you. Minjeong was trying her best to stay in a slow tempo at first, worried she might hurt you because you had a painful expression 🥺 but baby didn’t know that it was both hurting but feeling so fucking good. Until you basically ordered her to go faster, while your nails went to her back.

So she started fucking you deep and fast, making you moan so loud which only motivated her to go faster and faster “God you’re so tight.. so warm… hmmgn feels too good y/n… y/n!” She’d cry with a string of voice. She was pounding you so good, grabbing your legs and sucking on your nipple like a fucking baby. It was all way too good. Before you were even closer to your own climax tho she was already coming inside you 💀 poor loser barely lasted but cmon cut her some slack she is a virgin anyway. Plus you can always train her so she’ll get better with time 😌(and when I add cockwarming her in the future then what). She came so much inside you it was dripping down your thighs once she pulled out and it looked so fucking hot… but poor baby felt embarrassed :c

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to finish so fast, you just feel too good..” she said out of breath with a pout :( Aww she thought y’all were done silly puppy.

“It’s ok, it’s not like we’re done anyway” you told her and she just tilted her head looking at you, until you turned her around and started riding her 😭 you hadn’t come yet >:( you didn’t care if it was her first time or not, you were gonna teach her how to make you come with her cock from day one. And that’s how you spent the whole night milking that girl until she actually passed out ‘cause of the overstimulation bdidnds. Needless to say her cock was still inside you as you both fell asleep <3

Y’all’s morning routine barely changes dnndkf. Just that now you drive her to school whenever you spend the night together and take her home after class. You keep teasing her every morning against her locker, but now before saying good morning (like you didn’t see her literally the moment you woke up) you actually kiss her, always pulling her lip making her lose her train of thought and she just sighs and follows you to the classroom with the silliest dreamy expression in her face 😭 she’s such a cutie.

(puppy! minjeong agenda preacher here as you noticed)

[marvelsdc22]

Be My Plus One?

A/N: Hello, I'm not dead. My writing powers have returned to me for a short time, it's not my best but here's one that I've had stewing in my brain for the past week.

Summary: After being forced to a hockey game, Lena's night may just turn around upon seeing a certain player.

HockeyPlayerReader! x Lena Luthor

Word Count: 875(very short I know)

Going to a hockey game on a Wednesday night was not what Lena had planned, she had a lot of work to do and this was interfering with that, but Alex and Kara had been adamant that she joined them tonight, so really she had no choice but to go, really who could say no to Kara’s puppy eyes?

As she sat down next to Kara in the dirty looking seat, raising a brow at Kara who was now going ham on the hotdog she had gotten, her noticing Lenas stare and offering the green eyed woman a bite to which she denied with a small chuckle before they both focused on the ice, there was still ten minutes before the match but some of the players were already out practicing.

One particular player seemed to have caught her eye, number 11 ‘Y/L/N’, she didn’t know what it was that drew her to watching as you skated around at a leisurely pace, seeming to watch all the other players as you went around, that is until you felt her eyes on you, catching her gaze and giving her a lazy smirk as she blushed and quickly averted her gaze Cute you thought to yourself as you went back to focusing on the others, trying to get a read on them.

Once the game started, you were in full focus mode, making sure nobody touched your goalie, being the right defenseman, watching as your center went for the puck, them trying to stay one step ahead of them, slowly drifting forward when your two wings tried to go and assist, getting into your defensive stance when the other team broke through, getting into a scuffle over who got the puck before you managed to smack it back across the ice, doing your best to aim for one of your teammates.

This continued all the way until halftime, no points on either side as you and your team headed back to the locker rooms, Kara looked over at Lena with a smile, the woman seemed to be at the edge of her seat “Are you actually enjoying this?” Kara asked, nudging her with her shoulder and watching her friend jump slightly before looking at her “What? No… Maybe” Lena admitted with a laugh and a shrug of her shoulders.

“Lets go get some food and a drink, I can tell you’re thirsty” Kara teased, standing up and making her way out of their row, leaving Lena shocked until she recovered and quickly rushed to catch up with Kara, Alex following behind “So, rooting for either of the teams? Or should I say team members” Alex hinted, smirking slightly when Lena got even more flustered at the accusation.

“Am I not allowed to just show interest in the sport?” Lena scoffed, looking at the two of them as she followed along “Well yeah, but you were very focused on that number eleven” Kara said, glancing back to make sure both were still close behind her since it was a little crowded near the concessions “Hush” Lena huffed, her face on fire as she followed, not even that hungry but Kara was right about one thing, she was thirsty.

Once the game was over, Lena watched as the players headed back to their locker rooms, your team, the National City Dodgers, having won that night; she followed Kara and Alex back towards the entrance, the three of them making a pitstop for the bathrooms, Lena being the first out so she sat down on the bench next to the bathrooms, pulling her phone out to waste time and ironically ending up on your hockey career page.

“If you really wanna know more about me, I don’t think that website will cut it” she heard someone say, causing her to jump and quickly lock her phone in embarrassment of being caught “Is that so?” She asked, trying her best to recover from the embarrassment and trying to keep her eyes on yours and not your after shower body.

You smiled and set your bag down before holding your hand out “Y/N Y/L/N” you introduced, giving her hand a small squeeze when she gripped yours “Lena Luthor” she stuttered out, forcing herself to stand up so you didn’t have to look down at her “So Lena… I couldn’t help but notice your gaze on me all night, the team and I are going to a celebration party at a bar near here, would it be too forward of me to ask you to be my plus one?” You asked, looking cool as a cucumber but on the inside you were a bundle of nerves, you had never done this before.

Lena looked taken aback before she looked towards the bathrooms, thinking about Alex and Kara, but they would be fine, not like she drove them “I would love to” she finally said, and it was worth seeing the massive grin you gained “Really? I-I mean, awesome, lets go” you said, actually surprised she said yes, grabbing your bag once more before taking her hand and leading her out, after that night you played every game at your best, you had to impress your girlfriend of course.

End Note: I wanna see about making little snippets of their life as time goes, if y'all would maybe be interested.

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Putting Roots In My Dreamland

Chapter Three of There’s Nothing Like This

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x fem!footballer!reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 2.5k

Author’s Note: here’s the Jamie I promised :) another shoutout to @buckychristwrites for helping me out when my brain shuts down

When you wake up on Sunday, body sore and head aching and mouth dry, you vow to never drink again. You wonder what had possessed you to make plans for today when you knew exactly what your night was going to be like as soon as your locker room celebration started. At some point, everyone had made their way from Nelson Road to a club, and it was all downhill from there.

Luckily for you, Jamie was in the same boat as you and was hopefully regretting his decisions just as much as you were. Though, knowing how unfair the world is, you’re sure he feels fresh as a daisy right now. He’s probably been up for hours and had time to make himself some sort of healthy, superfood smoothie before doing an intense workout followed by a shower with a complex hair and skincare routine, because he was insufferable like that.

You, meanwhile, were wondering how you’re able to stand on your own, let alone play a full football match. You’re reminded of the creeping end of your career, coming much faster than it should, so you throw yourself into the shower just so you have something else to think about. The warm water soothes your muscles and your overactive brain until you’re actually looking forward to spending the day with Jamie.

The shower takes longer than it typically would, mainly due to how long you just stand under the stream of water without doing anything, simply letting the water wash over your body as you psych yourself up for the day ahead of you. It wasn’t that Jamie made you nervous, but spending time with new people, getting to know new friends, was always a little nerve inducing for you. You and Jamie had only spoken a handful of times and never for any longer than five minutes, so the thought of spending a whole day with just him made your stomach flip.

After spending far too long in the shower, you check your phone to see a message from Mackie, along with plenty of pictures. You groan as you scroll through them, confronting your decisions from the night before. They aren’t bad pictures, and you’re surprised at how good of a photographer Mackie is even though she had just as much to drink as you did.

In all of them, you look exuberantly happy, your mouth wide open in a grin or mid-laugh with a drink in one hand and the other slung around the shoulder of a teammate or one of the boys. You’ve been happy, but it’s been a while since you’ve seen it, since you were able to look at your own face and see the joy so clearly written on it. Even just looking back makes you smile, until you get a text from Jamie and your stomach fills with nerves.

He’s sent you an address, asking if you want to meet at a coffee shop around noon so he can show you around Richmond, and you don’t even remember giving him your number.

Can’t wait! You reply, even though you’d love nothing more than to wait and spend the rest of your day lounging in front of your TV and eating nothing but comfort foods. Instead, you finish getting ready before standing in front of your closet and taking far too long to settle on an outfit. You know you’ve already met and that you’ve literally tackled the man, but you still want to make a good first impression outside of Nelson Road, outside of whatever you said or did last night.

All you hope is that you didn’t embarrass yourself too much.

You decide to walk to the cafe, knowing the fresh air will help you calm your nerves more than driving on the confusing London streets would. To your shock, Jamie is already sitting there when you arrive with fifteen minutes to spare. Even from a distance, you can see the way he alternates between checking the time on his phone and pushing his hair out of his face, the headband he wears at Nelson Road nowhere to be seen.

When he finally spots you coming towards him, he launches himself out of his chair and rushes forward to meet you halfway. He’s wearing dark colored pants and a nice button-up instead of the matching tracksuit you’d been expecting and looks nowhere near as hungover as you feel. He looks like he’s been up since the sunrise and went on a run just because he wanted to, and it makes you momentarily hate him just a little until he smiles at you and you’re reminded that he’s really just a boy who happens to be a professional footballer.

Pleasantries are exchanged as you both take a seat, and you can’t help the way your eyes drift from the menu in your hands to his face, the way he’s pouting slightly as he thinks and pushes his hair away from his face in what you assume is a nervous habit, something to keep his hands busy. It’s endearing in a way that makes you want to stand and run and never leave your house again.

After the two of you order, the conversation stills and the silence becomes awkward and you have no idea what to say. It’s not like you can ask him about himself, because your guilty pleasure is trashy tabloids and you’ve read more of his interviews with well-known papers than you’d like to admit. Jamie doesn’t seem all that eager to break the silence either and there’s been a furrow in his brow since you sat down, so you take it upon yourself to get the ball rolling.

“Thanks for offering to show me around, I really appreciate it,” you say, setting down your utensils as you finish eating, “I feel like I haven’t done anything except train since I got here.” And really, you weren’t wrong; you’d gone to the grocery store and stopped at a coffee shop with Mackie after practice one day, but other than that you haven’t been anywhere except Nelson Road and your house, and you’ve already been in Richmond for more than a month.

“Yeah,” he nods along as you speak before he adds, “I’ve been here a lot longer than you and I still don’t really know Richmond that well.” You can’t help the confusion that clouds your face as the man who offered to show you around Richmond admits that he doesn’t know the area and Jamie notices immediately so he scrambles to add, “I know a lot of places! Just not everywhere, but I’ve got my favorites.”

It’s becoming more and more difficult not to smile when you’re around him, there’s just something about him that makes you feel so open in a way you haven’t experienced since you met Mackie. He’s attentive, listening to everything you have to say with his full attention, nodding along as you answer questions about your favorite things and what you miss from back home and how you’re liking London so far.

It’s obvious that he genuinely cares about your answers, that he wants to hear what you have to say, and you can’t remember the last time anyone paid attention to you like that and it makes your skin prickle in a way that isn’t completely unpleasant.

The two of you start your tour around Richmond, questions and stories being volleyed back and forth as you walk along the streets. Jamie contributes to your conversation and he answers all your questions openly, but it’s clear that he’d rather have the focus be on you and the majority of his contributions are nods and “mhm”s thrown in when appropriate.

You can’t help but to wonder if this is how he acts with everybody or if it’s just because you’ve really only just met or if he’s regretting offering to show you around Richmond. You always make it a point not to talk about yourself, wanting to keep the focus on anything other than you and your life, and even though you’re not spilling out your deepest darkest secrets, you still feel exposed in ways you hadn’t expected.

“I love all the girls, and the coaches, and Keeley and Rebecca are great,” you say after Jamie asks how you’re liking Richmond so far. You know that’s probably not what he meant by that question but you can’t fathom opening up to him any other way, definitely not in the middle of a Sunday in a public park while you’re still a little hungover.

The last person you’d really, truly opened up to, shared all your deepest fears and hopes and dreams with was Mackie, and you’d been friends for almost five years now. The idea of exposing yourself, of someone truly getting to know you made your skin crawl, despite how much you’re coming to enjoy being around Jamie.

“Yeah, Keeley’s awesome, she’s one of me best mates,” he replies and you’re glad that the conversation has shifted away from you and onto someone you’d much rather talk about.

Jamie’s tour ends up being less like a tour and more like the two of you aimlessly walking around Richmond with him vaguely pointing out restaurants and shops that he likes, but you don’t mind at all. It’s much nicer than you’d expected just to talk with Jamie, and you find yourself looking forward to spending more time with him while also feeling terrified of seeming childish if you were to ask him to hang out again.

Despite your football playing strategies, you’d never been one to be exceptionally forward or confident in your personal life, so even just the idea of spending a day with Jamie seemed unbelievable. Although, he really was nothing like you’d expected.

The Jamie you were spending time with was considerate and a little awkward and told awful jokes that you couldn’t help but laugh at, and the more time you spent with him the more relaxed you became. By the time you find yourself in front of your house, you’re debating whether or not you should lie and say it isn’t your place just so you can keep walking, and you can spend a little more time talking with Jamie.

“This is me,” you say instead, throwing an arm backwards to point at your front door, “I had a really nice time today, thanks for showing me around.” You try not to smile too wide, try not to seem like a child who’s overly excited about making a new friend even though on the inside you’re practically jumping up and down.

Once you’d gotten past the fact that you were talking with the Jamie Tartt, football star, you were really just overjoyed at the idea of finally having a friend that wasn’t just a teammate, someone who you’d need to see outside of training and who’d drag you out of your house to experience life.

“Yeah, of course,” Jamie responds, his hands hovering out in front of him before he settles them into his pockets, “we’ll have to do something again sometime.”

You can’t help but to smile at Jamie and how uncharacteristically shy he seems, but when he notices you smiling, he beams back at you. You say your goodbyes before heading inside, internally debating whether or not you should have asked if he wanted to come in.

——

As Jamie watches your front door close, he takes his first deep breath of the day. It seemed like he was held together by nothing but nerves all morning, and now that he’s heading home he can finally relax. He’d been so worried about saying something dumb that he’d barely talked, choosing instead to ask you question after question to keep the conversation on any topic except himself.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to share with you, because he really did, he just couldn’t risk ruining what was shaping up to be a comfortable friendship with his own insecurities and fears. And, he could listen to you talk for hours and hours no matter what you were saying. You could read him the dictionary and he’d sit with rapt attention the entire time, overjoyed just to be near you.

He’d been worried he’d come off too strong and scare you away, but it seemed as if you enjoyed yourself as much as he did. He can’t help the little bubble of pride that fills his chest over the idea that you enjoyed a day he’d planned, enjoyed spending time with him enough to say you wanted to meet again soon.

You'd been so different from how you were at the Dog Track, than how you are on the pitch, but Jamie doesn’t mind at all. He wants to learn everything about you, all your quirks and fears and everything you love.

Being around you feels like being punched in the chest, and Jamie can’t remember ever feeling this way about anyone, not when he met Roy Kent for the first time or when he told Keeley he loved her, but he doesn’t mind. It’s a new feeling, and it scares him a little, but it’s not a bad feeling at all. It’s like he can’t breathe around you, but he’d rather struggle for breath than never see you again.

Ever since that moment when your eyes locked your first day at Nelson Road, Jamie hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you. He remembers checking Instagram every morning and night until Keeley posted the women’s team roster and then he spent hours scrolling through your page.

At first, he’d felt like a creep, like he was intruding on something private even though your page was public and you’re a professional athlete. He was careful not to like any of your old photos, careful not to do anything that would send you a notification that he was spending hours scrolling down your profile.

There were photos of you and Mackie and the rest of the US Women’s Team, there were professional photos of you at events or at photo shoots for brand deals, there were action shots of you on the pitch, but his favorite photos were the ones you’d taken yourself, selfies and group photos and pictures of your travels.

If anyone was around, Jamie would have been beyond embarrassed when he realized he was smiling as he scrolled through your photos, taking in those little aspects of you that he hadn’t gotten the chance to experience yet in your minimal contact with each other. Even more embarrassing to him was the fact that he didn’t follow you for another week, needing time to work up the nerve as if it was outlandish that he’d follow you on your public account, as if all the other players on his team weren’t already following you.

He just loved getting to see the world, see Richmond and Nelson Road from your eyes.

There’s something about you that makes him want to learn everything about you, that makes him want to spend every moment of his free time with you, that makes him want to fall asleep and wake up next to you. He’s not sure what it is yet, but he knows some of his teammates are starting to pick up on it, Sam even going so far as to call him out on his starry-eyed staring.

All he hopes is that you don’t pick up on it.

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🤡🤡🤡 - not a date

"Hi," he said quietly, suddenly a thousand times more nervous than before.

"So," Buck said as he began making his way to the kitchen. Eddie hesitated briefly, then shut the front door and followed. "I'm ninety-nine percent confident I've got the recipe right. Remember last month when we were at the [parent-teacher] evening and Jessica's mom served those chicken enchiladas? And you practically had an orgasm when you tasted one?"

Eddie felt his cheeks flame with embarrassment and opened his mouth to object – he had not moaned that loudly – but Buck was still talking.

"Well it turns out that Sylvia, Jessica's mom, shops at [place] and we ran into each other a couple weeks ago. She actually saw me first, cause I was kinda in my own world. Anyway, she said hi and we got talking and I remembered the enchiladas you loved so I asked her if I could get the recipe and she said yes!"

Maybe this wasn't a date after all, Eddie thought gloomily, leaning against the table and watching Buck begin dishing the food out onto two plates for them.

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I'm writing this fic out of order and all over the place lol.

Buck was running late. After being up half the night, tossing and turning with his new realisation, he'd finally fallen asleep only to miss his alarm and then have to dash to make it on time. So when he got to the station, everyone else was already upstairs in the loft.

He got changed quickly, slamming his locker shut on his mess of belongings, and then took a moment to take a steadying breath before making his way up to where the others were.

He could do this. He just had to get through this one shift and then he could ask Eddie if they could talk and…

Buck was grinning when he reached the others.

"I have a date this Friday," Eddie was saying with a shy smile on his face.

Buck came to an abrupt stop, his blood freezing in his veins, as Hen and Chim immediately started crowing excitedly.

"You what?"

The others fell silent, all turning to look at him.

"I… have a date?" Eddie repeated, his smile faltering.

🥰🥰🥰 - confession/surprise date

"I hope it's good. I got the recipe from Ángel a couple of weeks ago and it definitely wasn't as easy as I was hoping it would be. This is actually what I was doing last week when you wanted to hang out and I said I couldn't. I was doing a practise run to make sure I'd know what I was doing when it came to the real thing. And I'm pretty sure you knew something was up so I'm sorry for not telling you but I wanted this to be a surprise, so…

"Anyway, here it is. Your favourite: Red Beef Pozole!"

With a flourish, Buck lifted the lid and smiled shyly/hopefully.

Lips parting in surprise, Eddie leaned forward to get a closer look before inhaling deeply and letting out a quiet groan of pleasure.

"How on earth did you get him to give you the recipe?" he asked. "I swear that man is more tight-lipped than anyone I've ever met."

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First Day

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Joey shuffled uncomfortably in place, trying to keep all attention off of him despite his tall height. He was still completely in shock that he was actually at NRC.

Around him other students chattered excitedly, though a few Pomefiore kids muttered about how much they disliked the P.E. uniform. Joey was just plain nervous. Everyone would be able to tell that the coach was his dad. It’d be all eyes on him and everyone would be aware of just how doofy he was and it’d be middle school all over again. Woman up!

He winced as his best friend’s voice echoed in his head. She wasn’t actually speaking to him, but he could hear Fleur chiding him anyway. You said things were gonna change right? So change ‘em! If people notice you and Uncle Jack, embrace it proudly!

He stood straighter, but as soon as his dad actually stepped onto the pitch, he shrank back down.

The girls (and even the boys) around him…

Were thirsting over his dad!

He turned beet red, ready to claim a stomach ache and hide away. It was horrible. Maybe he should just use his UM and sneak away.

He unintentionally met his dad’s eyes. He could see in his face that he heard the kids too, and knew he’d be facing the worst punishment if he left… Disappointment. Understanding, and support of course, but still. 

He whined softly, steeling himself for enduring the horror. People.

“Oi,” His dad grouched, immediately silencing the kids around him. Man, Joey had to learn how to do that. “You’re here for exercise, not to gossip. This is no less a class than history or math.”

A few of the students muttered stilted apologies.

His dad nodded once. “It’s the beginning of the year, so I’m not gonna push you too hard, but I do expect effort.”

~

The class itself was easy. The Howls lived on a large plot of land, acres and acres. Despite the fact that Joey wasn’t the most buff bro in the gym, he was no stranger to exercise.

No, it wasn’t the class that was driving him crazy, it was the whispers. The other guys in the locker room were staring at him as he changed back into the regular uniform, definitely noticing the similarities between him and his dad. His ears were pinned against his head, and if he were still a puppy, his tail would be stuck between his legs.

He wanted to go home.

“You,”

He jumped at the sudden voice behind him. It was another Savanaclaw kid, and Joey could only tell by their uniform. He had no idea who they were, but their stance was wide. Glancing around, it looked like no one was going to intervene if anything happened.

“You’re the coach’s kid, ain’t you?”

Oh no. Here it comes. He nodded, feeling smaller than the other guy despite being taller.

“Man, that is so cool.”

…What?

“Is he that intense all the time?”

“Uh…”

The conversation, if it could be called that, seemed to prick the ears of the students around them.

“Is he?”

“I bet he’s real tough at home!”

“Nah, he’s definitely totally different at home, that’s how these types are!”

“What’s his phone number?”

“What?”

“...Where’d he go?”

~

Joey couldn’t breathe. Too many people, too many questions. Too many questions that even if he’d had an answer he wouldn’t want to give. They’d probably hound him later, but for now he was clear. By the time he released his Signature Spell and became visible again, he was in the Teachers’ Lounge. He was fairly certain he wasn’t supposed to be in there now that he was a student, but he didn’t leave. He’d visited his dad at school in the past, he was familiar with the lounge. It was the only place in the school he could say he was. He was on the verge of an anxiety attack, he needed familiar.

Thankfully no other teachers were in the lounge but his dad, pulling out his lunch.

Wordlessly, Joey sat next to him, leaning into his arm. His dad didn’t say anything either, even when Joey snatched some food from his plate.

~

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010. oh shit (written 0.8k)

the long-awaited break came and that means that its time for you to start your plan. to find out what wonyoung thinks about ricky.

you and wonyoung have been friends ever since you came to this school. she was just standing in front of her locker fixing her hair, and you managed to trip over and fall with her. you both looked at each other and laughed. ever since then you have become inseparable and every student called you “the two pretty best friends”.

wonyoung has been watching a lot of guys lame attempts to try and talk to her but none of them could catch her attention. but something has changed when ricky transferred into your school. you couldn't help but notice how your best friend always fixes her hair, makeup and clothes everytime he passes by. she was smiling when they did the smallest and unnoticeable eye contacts. you can tell that she finds him attractive. and it was true. ricky was hot topic when he just came and immediately caught everyone's attention. wonyoung was one of them, well, you were too.

now you find out that ricky actually liked her for a long time and you had to play the cupid here. ‘i will make them happy’ was your motto and you were repeating this word ever since you came to cafeteria and waited for your bestie to arrive.

“wonyoung! i am here,” you called your friend who was shining and glowing as always. with a bright smile on her face, she ran to you and sat down with her food tray.

“look, they have my favorite tuna kimbap,” she happily exclaimed and pointed at the rice wrapped in seaweed with tuna in it.

“they better be good” you grinned and took a bite of your bread. “wonyoung, i, you know, haven't been here for a while and there are so many new people here. for example, jungwon, hanni, well I don't know much about their friend group, so I thought maybe you could tell something about them” you said, trying not to sound suspicious or weird

“yeah sure,” wonyoung sat more comfortably and started talking about how cute hanni is, eunchae’s weirdness but in a good way, niki’s great basketball abilities, how jungwon is very nice and smart, but you had a hard time doubting that. and ricky’s turn came.

“oh ricky, um, he is, cute and kind, and also very funny, but you know, in awkward way, because he is still trying to adapt here,”

as wonyoung started talking about ricky, you noticed the way her cheeks turned red, she was looking down and avoiding your gaze. she probably was shy talking about him.

“so you like him?” you smiled and her eyes widened.

“hey, quiet! I don't want anyone to hear that” she shutted your mouth with her palms and looked around, hoping that none of his friends are near.

“omg you do like him! omg! for how long?”

“ever since he came here, now shut up, it's my turn to ask you questions” wonyoung coughed and looked straight into your eyes. you felt sudden pressure but tried to act cool.

“why did you look so invested when I talked about jungwon?” she lifted one of her eyebrows and crossed her arms.

“huh?” you looked at her confusing, trying to understand what she just said

“yn, darling, just say that you are interested in jungwon, you didn't have to make all of this just to hear something about him”

“what? are you crazy? i am not interested in him!”

“i saw how you moved closer when i started talking about him, you like jungwon?”

“no! wonyoung, I don't know why you thought that i like him because I don't! how can i like him if he is rude, mean and just awful? he sighs irritably when i get the good mark at classes or i swear to God, he judges me everytime he looks at me. he hates me, and I don't know why, so I don't see any reasons to like him” you exhaled after saying it all without stopping and looked at your friend with eyes full of wildness.

behind wonyoung, you noticed jungwon who was standing there looking at you with a slight of confusion and surprise. he heard everything and as soon as you saw him, you regretted every word your stupid and uncontrollable mouth had said. you didn't want to call him awful, that was too much, you understood that.

‘oh shit’ you thought and wanted to approach jungwon, but he was already gone. you felt bad, really bad. you knew that you have to apologize but just didn't how and when because it's not so easy to go and talk to a person who despises you.

‘that was..weird, but at least I learned some useful information’ you tried to calm yourself down with the thought of successfully accomplished mission.

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Episode 3

This episode is that the first term ended so now it November so y/n talks about her grades and how easy it was. Y/n has gym now where she meets ningning again so she brings y/n to her lunch table and that’s how she meets Karina and winter. The try outs for ive happen, wonyoung and y/n instantly recognizes each other “oh its…you” and have beef which leave rei sad because she actually likes y/n, so shes not accepted into the group. Y/n tells the girls and they’re like “music competition? Hmmmmm let’s do something about it! We got you girl!” and they plan things from there

“Let me see what you got for your first report card!” I roll my eyes, what’s even the big deal about these report cards anyways? Just because i want to be an artist, doesn’t mean i need to do science or math like the fuck? I grab my backpack to open it and give her the report card. She takes it from me and opens it, “A in choir, A in math, A in art, and C- in science?! Y/n! What is this?!” Good lord. “Mom that class is just stupid and hard, like none of it even makes any sense, i still pass though since its not an F.” My mom just starts yelling at me, I couldn’t care cause im passing anyways. Science is not even the career i plan to do anyways. Tomorrow is a new term, new classes, and hopefully new people. I need something exciting in my life, maybe a girlfriend? Whatever, i just need to get rest….shit. What even are my classes?

“I mean she didn’t even deny she was a flop, just asked who wrote it on the board.” Ning says. I just look at her, “i mean if she wasn’t such a bitch with a big ego just because she won multiple awards and events last year, then I wouldn’t be a bitch too. She’s just a person that makes the alpha come out of me to protect my omegas.” My face scrunches up, “What the fuck are you even talking about?” She gives me a look, like girl I’m not listening to all that yap… “Wonyoung! Duh…” Ning replies. “She’s won multiple awards?” I asked and Ning nods and rolls her eyes. “You know, i don’t even know who she is but she sounds like a massive bitch.”

If you’re wondering what class i and Ning is in, then it’s gym. This class is filled with so many boys and barely any girls, the worst part is that the gym teacher is a massive dick. If you miss one day of gym, you need to make it up by running 3 miles like what the fuck? So thank god Ning is in this class or else I wouldn’t have survived. “Girls! Start playing the game!” The teacher yells at us then turns to one girl, “You! Get some speed in you and run to the ball!” The girl responds back, “How about you run since you’re such a fatass!” Oh shit..

Well, it’s the end of class now. That girl ended up saying so much shit to the gym teacher in which the principal came in, it was pretty funny. Now we’re in the locker room, I’m pretty sure i have lunch right now when the bell rings. “Hey Ning, do you have lunch right now?” Her face glows up, “omg! Yes i do! Same as you?” I nod. “Great! I should introduce you to my friends! I’m pretty sure you guys will get along.” The bell rings as i just finished putting the lock on my gym locker. I follow Ning to the lunch room in which we were the first few people in there since the gym is close to the cafeteria. “This food is so shit…” i say out loud and Ning agrees. My head turns to the right of me and i see a staff just looking at me like they heard what i said, they probably did though.

Ning goes over to one of the lines and i follow. I’m just hungry, i don’t care what it is. When we get at the table, Ning looks around. “Ning!” We turn in the direction where the voice came from and i see a girl with short black hair waving at Ning. “Why is she over there? This is our spot!” Ning takes her tray and starts walking over there with me following behind.

Hey guys so i decided to discontinue this since i wasn’t feeling very satisfied with what i had and i wanted to focus more on other stories so i apologize :(

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Headcanon- Dating Jock! Carol Danvers

Carol Danvers x fem! Reader

A/n: Hey guys, hey guys. Haven’t been here in a while. If i’m not here, it’s either because of writers block, i don’t feel like it, low motivation, or just general laziness. But enjoy my first actual piece in a while though! I just write sometimes now lmfao

Ok ok so first of all, just in general information I feel like she is the softball captain. Reason being is softball is stereotypically a gay sport LMFAO but I guess it’s kind of right (I say this as a softball player and a friend haha) and I think she’d be utility playing either pitcher, catcher, or 3rd base

Anyways to follow with the last bullet, I feel like she would definitely have an undercut and show it almost allll the time. She also has a varsity letterman jacket that may or may not on the tag on the inside say: ‘Property of: Carol Danvers ⁺⁽ʸ/ⁿ⁾ ⁽ˡ/ⁿ⁾♡) You definitelyyyy did not write the second part

More in the popular crowd, whether you are too is up to you

Her arch-nemesis has got to be the volleyball captain Valkyrie. For one, they don’t get along and two, she so obviously has a thing for you

She’s usually hanging out with her friends in the halls or the courtyard, but when she sees you walk by she immediately goes to catch-up with you

She’s superr protective of you. When she’s walking with you she’s always holding your hand or she has an arm around you at all times. If anyone says anything even slightly snarky to you she’ll look them dead in the eye and say ‘Wanna repeat that?’

She also loves when you wear her clothes and especially her sports jackets, helps to show people that you’re hers

Her nicknames for you are the cliches, such as: Babe, baby, sweetheart, (Y/N/N), princess, and my lady/ girl. Whereas you like to call her: Care-bear (she acts like she hates it but you know she doesn’t), bubs, captain or cap, and baby

She does get jealous, but only when you’re clearly interested in the other person. Like when you were hanging out with that one ballet girl Natasha Romanoff who was teaching you but was also way too close to you and she told the dancer to back off

As much as I might get some hate for this, I do feel like she might have been a bit of a bully. Not in the way that she’d go out of her way to be mean to others but just to uphold a reputation. Like if she’s with her popular friends she’d snicker and make some snarky rude comment about a less-popular kid, but if you ever saw her do it she’d apologize to you and to the other secretly

She’s super sweet to you, always going over to your house and bringing you something whether it’s food or flowers

She usually gives you rides to and from school

Don’t forget about y’all’s after-game dates!

#6 on the field but #1 in your heart that’s for sure

If you were to also be on the softball team as well, she’d still treat you the same as the other girls (but behind closed doors that’s different) Like the one time where the team had lost a game and she made you guys do laps for every base you could have stolen but after that she took you out to eat and she apologized profusely

Make-out sessions in the locker room and the bleachers

If you don’t play, you still make sure to be at all of her games. Home or away, you find a way (ooh that rhymed)

Let’s not talk about that one time she was pitching and behind the cage she saw you talking to the opposing team member who had to use the bathroom

She’s your #1 gym buddy and vice-versa

Oh and she definitely said I love you first

Overall, she is the sweetest and you would consider her damn-near perfect. She definitely has her flaws but that’s with everyone. Your love is unmatchable.

Hey guys! Sorry if this wasn’t as straight to the point as my last headcanon was, but I just had a lot to say I guess lol. Anyways, I’ll probably come back to edit this in a few hours I just wanted to put something out for now. Until next time!

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📚Broppy CollegeAU | "Campus Days"

Part 5: Locker #A340

Tuesday, week 3 of 16.

“BRANCH!!” arms quickly wrapped around his shoulders, it’s a pair of pink hands resting under his neck; a certain someone seems to be getting more comfortable with being touched. Branch turned to look over his shoulder and saw Poppy grinning ear to ear with excitement.

“How come you’re in line for the lockers already? Isn’t class about to start in a few minutes?” Poppy peeks over his shoulder to see a long line of students waiting for registration, Branch seemed to be the 20th person in the queue.

Branch faced forward again, “Well, last week the professor said we’re excused from the class to get our lockers, after all we’re doing independent work today, there won’t be a lecture to miss out on.” Branch patted her hands, holding her arms and gently swaying.

Poppy swayed along, it felt nice to be this close to him. Luckily, she left her portfolio and tote bag at their station, so she avoided another trip inside. Soon enough, the queue started to move, and students were getting their lockers. Branch and Poppy sign their names on a card which included the locker number [A340], the locker code [11-4-16] and the building it was at.

“Do you want to check out the locker or go back to class?” Poppy asked while holding the card, taking a photo of it with her phone. Branch gave it a moment and nodded, “No, let’s wait until after the class to drop off our stuff at the locker. I even brought a locker divider to help us utilize more space.” He smiled and walked along side Poppy back to class.

The classroom was quiet, the professor seemed to be late, and everyone was confused. A good 20 minutes after class had begun and there was still no sign of him, not even an email through their school app. Then a student got up, packed up his things and left the class. One by one, everyone followed his example and left, it looks like class is canceled today. Poppy and Branch looked at each other, waiting for one of them to pack up and leave.

“Hey Branch?”

“Yes Poppy?”

“What do we do now?” never breaking eye contact, she was hesitant, she never had this happen to her before. Branch reached under his cart and collected his belongings; Poppy mirrored his actions and they both left together. They made their way to their locker, dropping off some of their work and utensils before they walked toward the café, they had nothing else to do for the time being.

“I’m kinda hungry, did you want coffee and snacks, or did you want actual food to eat?” Poppy brushes out the knots at the end of her ponytail with her fingers, glancing over to Branch.

Branch hummed, thinking about his schedule, they had a few hours to burn, “Let’s get actual food, I have about 3 hours before I need to head to my next class” He adjusted his backpack, it was a lighter now that they offloaded their stuff earlier. Poppy nods and makes their way to the cafeteria, pulling out her wallet from her tote bag at the same time. In the cafeteria, Poppy orders a breakfast curry burrito with a bottle of orange juice, and Branch orders a grilled chicken sandwich with apple juice. Poppy paid for their food and sent Branch to find some seats for them, he carried both of their trays to a table.

“Thank you Branch~, it was super sweet of you to bring my tray aswell.” She patted his shoulder and sat down across from him. Branch smiled and happily took a bite from his sandwich. Halfway through their breakfast, Poppy’s mind started to wander, she was unknowingly staring at Branch when he ate a particularly saucier part of his sandwich, she watched him lick his bottom lip to clean from any sauce running down his chin. She wondered what his lips felt like. When branch reached for his juice, she watched him break open the seal of his apple juice, his jaw is very defined when he tilts his head back to take a sip.

Soon enough, Poppy started to wonder something about him, ‘Does he have a girlfriend? Has he ever had a girlfriend?’ She took another bite, chewing very slowly, thinking deeply about her friend’s personal life a bit more. ‘I wonder what kind of partner he is, maybe he’s soft and clingy? What if he’s the opposite of how he is now?? Like, what if he’s assertive and- ‘

“Poppy? Uhhh hello? Earth to Poppy?” Branch waved his hand in front of her face, trying to bring her back from whatever world she’s in.  

“Huh? OH” Her cheeks burned up and quickly composed herself when she noticed Branch staring at her. “Don’t worry *cough* I’m fine, I just had some… homework on my mind.” She sipped her juice, trying to seem normal.

“Ookaay.” He brings his sandwich up to his mouth, taking a small bite and watching Poppy’s movements carefully. “What kind of homework is it? Did you need help doing it?”

“It’s uhm...” Poppy and Branch lock eyes, he continued to eat and wait for her response. “I can do it myself, don’t worry” She laughs awkwardly, imagining them kissing for an assignment. “What kind of class do you take after our art class?” She changed the subject, she wanted to think about other things instead of what Branch’s lips taste like.

Branch takes another sip of his juice to clear his throat, “Well it’s a prerequisite class that I need for my other history class, it’s just a lecture that I have to sit for twice a week.” He shrugged, taking the last bite. He organized the trash on their table onto his tray. Poppy felt a bit full, so she packed her burrito for later, and cleaned up the rest of their area.

They both stood up to leave “So what now? We have more than an hour before you leave” Poppy threw away their trash and left their tray on top of the bin. "We could always go to the library and finish some of our homework together, maybe some of the study group rooms are available for us to use." Branch thought about Poppy's assignment she was thinking about, this would be a good time for them to get stuff done together. Poppy nodded, and they both made their way to the library. 

Inside the Library was cold and the air felt crisp, Branch walked to the kiosk in front of the librarian's desk to reserve a study group room. Fortunately, one room was open for an hour before the next group reservation. Inside the room, it muffled most noise, so the students using it could talk at a normal level without disturbing the ones studying outside of it. In the middle was a large round desk that Branch and Poppy sat at, and behind them was a large whiteboard that took up the entire wall. Branch set up his laptop and took out his textbook and notebook. Poppy pulled out her iPad and mounted it on her keyboard. They both sat in silence, to Branch it was peaceful and put him in a studious mood. On the other hand, Poppy felt like the silence was too loud, she could hear her heartbeat in her ears and her thoughts seemed louder, so she slipped in her earbuds and played some white noise. 

Poppy was not used to being alone with Branch, she was used to a pair of carts putting some distance between them, but there were no carts, and he felt so far away from him. She stretched out her legs to feel closer to him, at the same time, Branch stretched his out to also feel closer to her. Their shoes touched and Branch apologized, when he was about to pull his legs back under him, Poppy quickly spoke up,

"Actually..." She blushed at the idea, "You can leave your legs out, it feels nice to know I'm not that far away from you." She felt shy and instantly regretted her words.

Branch smiled, reaching his legs out, and touched the noses of their shoes gently, a fuzzy feeling blazed through him. This felt very intimate for both of them. Poppy always held hands, hugged, cuddled, or took naps with her friends. Yet, this felt different, she could tell that they both had some desire buried under their friendship. Poppy and Branch wanted more, but they didn't know what that more was. All Poppy could do was use her legs to link their ankles together, it's as if they were holding hands.

It stopped feeling cold in the room, it felt warm and cozy. Butterflies were swarming in their stomachs. They were entranced by the other's touch, distracting them completely.

Before they knew it, the hour was up, and they were disrupted by the next group that needed the room. Branch and Poppy left the library, and neither got any work done.

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[resident-gay-bitch]

Day One of @steddie-week - hunger / pining / somebody to love

Eddie’s having a smoke out by the old bleachers. It’s a warm day out, the sun’s shining down and there's a cool breeze that drifted through his hair to cool the back of his neck. It was nice. He wished it could be a little nicer, though. 

Tommy Hagan, the stupid oaf that he was, had just attempted to utterly humiliate in the middle of his English Oral on To Kill A Mockingbird, and despite his shocking grades, Eddie was actually very good at English and dissecting a text. He focused the main part of his essay on the prejudice themes within, granted he could understand and relate to them in one way or another, and pulled out a bloody brilliant essay if he did say so himself - though, he knew that he’d be coming close to a fail again, because Ms Click had it out for him and she hated his ‘vulgar language’ and ‘woke themes’. Bitch. Tommy had picked up on how Eddie reflected his own experiences to the text, and decided to start heckling him. You feeling a little left out, Munson? Gonna have a cry because you’re at the bottom of the food chain? All stupid shit that didn’t even make much sense because he’s pretty sure Tommy didn’t actually do the reading. 

Eddie gave him a grin and kept going until he just wouldn’t shut up, and Eddie was about to run out of time and he still had a whole paragraph to go, and so he just turned to Hagan and said, I know you can’t go three seconds without everyone's attention on you, Hagan, but don’t you think it’s a little pathetic how desperate for my attention you are? 

He got thrown out of the class instantly, and a big ‘F’ stamped on his essay. 

Whatever. 

Eddie didn’t care for all the attention he got. I mean, sure, he’d get up on tables and stomp around, preaching his shit and making a fool out of himself, but he only did that on the good days. The Confident days. The days he had something to say. Every other day, every other minute, he wished to go unnoticed. To blend in with the crowd and just live it out until graduation. But there's never a moment of peace with these jackasses. They’ve always got something to say. 

For a group of people who always like to tell Eddie how unimportant he is, they sure do take up a lot of their own time talking about him. 

It’s kinda funny, actually. 

Either way, Eddie was sick of it. He just wanted to get up there, give his oral, sit back down, and get on with his school day. He had a campaign to host tonight, and then band practice after that since Gareth was going up to Florida to visit his grandma on the weekend. So he was kind of thankful he got kicked out of class… maybe he was asking for it, he didn’t care. Now he could stand out here and smoke in peace, rather than getting balls of paper with studpid drawings or dumbass notes thrown at his head for the rest of class. 

Okay, scratch that, Eddie would prefer the bullying right now. 

From here, he had a clear view of the outdoor basketball courts. They were shitty and dinged up pretty well, the hoop no longer had a net on it - save for a singular ratty old string hanging down - and there were marks all over the backboard. The courts were mostly used by the freshman during lunchtime for dumb basketball, and as a safe ground for the science class when things were too dangerous to stand near or if they’d swell up and explode. 

But there, on the shitty courts, were Hargrove and Harrington. Two of the biggest dicks to ever grace the fine halls of Hawkins High. Eddie found their petty rivalry absolutely fucking hilarious. 

One minute ‘King Steve’s sitting all high and mighty on his throne, pretty girl on his arm, and then in walks Billy and threatens everything he stands for. 

Comedy fucking gold. 

Though, Eddie did start to feel a little sympathy for Steve about it. After having his first real interaction with Billy - a quick deal at his own goddamned school locker - he realised how much of a cunt he was. And jeez, for Steve to be Billy’s main target, he’s gotta be going through it. And not only that, but it seemed to be getting worse after Steve got dumped by Nancy Wheeler. God, that was the talk of the school for weeks. And now Steve had lost his crown and was like… nobody. Steve was actually getting heckled in the halls now - nowhere near as much as Eddie, but still. 

Yeah, maybe the little homoerotic rivalry between the two ‘Kings’ of Hawkins High wasn’t as funny as Eddie thought. 

Eddie hated when people noticed him when he wasn’t actively seeking attention, but he kinda wished Steve would. He didn’t even look at Eddie when he’d jump up on cafeteria tables anymore - which is definitely not the reason why Eddie has made this a tri-to-quater-weekly occurrence or anything - nothing. He wouldn’t pay him any mind. 

And yeah, okay, this was stupid. God it was so fucking stupid. Eddie knew that. He knew that better than anyone because why on fucking earth would the universe decide that Eddie the Freak had to trip and fall head over goddamn heels for Steve motherfucking Harrington? 

What had Eddie done - in this life or the last - that was so horrible to have deserved this fate? 

He hadn’t a clue. However, he did know it must have been utterly terrible because he’d been sporting these dumb feelings since Harrington's freshman year. Four years. For long years. 

And for what? 

He’s pretty sure they’ve spoken a total of (give or take) twenty words to one another in that time, and most of them would have been Eddie apologising for ‘accidentally’ bumping into Steve in the halls. 

Okay, the crush was dumb, super fucking dumb. Steve was a popular straight jock. But at least Eddie didn’t fall for one of his bullies. Sure, Hagan gave him a hard time just about every day, but Steve didn’t give him a word of it. He’d either just stand there with a bitchy look on his face (which Eddie often thought about when daydreaming in class… or other times), bored out of his mind, waiting for Tommy to finish, or, he’d be standing there with the girl he’d claimed that week and would either talk to or suck face with her. 

Eddie hated that last one. 

A lot of the time Eddie would zone out on Hagans ranting and stare oogily at Steve kissing whatever girl it was and imagine Steve would just push her away and storm over to Eddie and just… just fucking grab him and slam their lips together. It’d be like in the movies, you know? With… with some dramatic love song like Dream Weaver or some shit playing in the background, and there'd be cartoon hearts in Eddie’s eyes and stars floating around their heads. And maybe Steve would shove him up against the lockers and kiss him like it was the only thing he’d know how to do, and then they’d peel away and look at Tommy and just laugh at him - because Eddie can definitely see that Tommy’s feelings for Steve ran a little deeper than the best friendship he claimed it was. 

But that would never happen. 

Steve has never- and would never kiss Eddie, passionately or not. 

So now all he could do was stare.

He stared off at the basketball courts as Steve tried to steal the ball from Hargrove, watching the way his thick thighs moved in those tiny little shorts, the way his ass filled them out when he’d bend over, the way his biceps flexed when he’d managed to grab the ball and shoot, the way his hair would flop over his pretty eyes before it’d get swept back by his large hand that Eddie has also thought about… a lot. 

When Hargrove shoved at Steve's chest (like a good damned toddler who didn’t get their way) so hard he went skidding to the ground, Eddie had to fight the urge to just run over there and punch Billy’s lights out - though, if he were to do that it could be justified with about a million other reasons, but he wasn’t looking for another detention right now - and cradle Steve in his arms. To check if he was okay. To kiss all the parts that hurt. 

Lord, Eddie was so far gone over nothing. 

Absolutely nothing. 

He sucked on his cigarette and celebrated quietly to himself when Steve got back to his feet and shoved his shoulder aggressively into Billy’s before running to get the ball. He watched them fight over it again, and couldn’t help his smile as Steve made one of those goal things. You know… the one that’s made from the middle of the court. The big one. He couldn’t help the little blush in his cheeks as he watched Steve do a little happy dance, the wriggle of his hips as he shook his fists like he was holding maracas. Billy was not happy, and that seemed to make Steve even more proud. 

It made Eddie proud. 

Jesus. 

Why was he so set on this asshole? 

Why couldn’t he like someone a little more in his own league? I mean, he still probably wouldn’t get them then either, but he’d at least have a chance. 

You know the worst part about this is Steve's tendency to be a little bit of a whore. Because like, he gets around. Skull Rock - that was once Eddie’s escape and eventually smoking spot - was only deemed the ‘hookup spot’ after Steve took multiple girls there within the span of a month. So, like, Eddie has to see him with girl after girl after girl every week, and know that he’d never be one of those girls. 

He was a little ashamed to know that he’d spent a good few nights crying himself to sleep over it. 

It was hopeless, this crush. It was helpless too. Steve was beautiful. The most handsome man Eddie had ever seen, and always had been, and yeah he was an asshole - so was Eddie - but he wasn’t a cunt. 

Eddie didn’t understand why it stuck around so long. 

He sighed and sucked on his cigarette again, blowing the smoke out as he smiled at Steve's little happy dance one more time. Right as he was crushing the butt of his cig with his sneaker, Steve turned his head and looked at him. 

The smile that still lingered on Eddie’s lips dropped in an instant, and he swallowed the lump in his throat and ground his sneaker into his cigarette one more time so Steve would know he was out here for a smoke and not to perv… even though he definitely was.

Steve flashed him a small smile, the smile that he flashed teachers or past hookups or casual friends or just people he knew in the halls, and nodded his head once as a sort of ‘hey’, his hands perched on his hips as it was happening, his hair flopping back down over his eyes. He flicked his head back to clear his vision again, and then he turned back to Billy without so much of a second thought and crouched into ready position to get the ball again. 

Oh. 

That’s why. That’s why Eddie’s crush had never ended. 

Because every so often Steve would give him one of those ‘I know you, hey’ nods, or a tight lined ‘I just realised I was walking past someone I know’ smiles, and Eddie would melt. 

Eddie would melt so much because no one with Steves status would give those to Eddie. And he knew he was scraping for crumbs right now but that… oh, he recognised Eddie and he said hey, and- Oh, fuck! Eddie didn’t do it back… again. 

Jesus, he never fucking does. Always too distracted by Steve’s pretty features and the fact that he noticed him. 

Maybe Steve did notice him, sometimes.

Eddie just wished Steve would see him too. 

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super late submission but whatever :) it's in before it's over and that's all that matters to me rn lol.

read Day Two here

\/ a dodgy art piece for this one \/

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 7

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You woke in your bed. Again with food and a book on the bedside locker. There was no blood this time or bruising.

You lay there for a while, disorientated before a guard entered “Debrief in five minutes mouse.”

You nodded once and he left as you pulled yourself out of the bed. You trudged along the corridor,  you may have been a lot less sore this time but you weren’t certainly less tired.

When you knocked on Pierce’s door he called for you to come in. Then when seeing you he asked you to stand beside the soldier. 

The winter soldier looking at you for some kind of snarky response was taken back when you just stared at your feet. He looked at Pierce.

“Don’t worry about her, takes her a while to come out of their mission mood,“ he shrugged.

But the winter soldier knew that was not the case.

Pierce told you both your mission had been a complete success. And how he was a genius for paring you both up and how you were going to be unstoppable.

Again Rumlow tried to protest on your behalf. He approached you and grabbed your shoulders. Winter saw your fists clench behind your back. When he saw you draw blood from your own fingernails from your own hands he realised he had misjudged that first meeting.

“Right,” Pierce exclaimed “Rest,  your next mission is next week. “ your head shot up but no words left your mouth. Soldat waited for something,  anything from you. But all he saw was a single nod before you walked out.

“Solider “he called after you but you ignored him picking up the pace. “mouse” he tried again grabbing your shoulder.

“Please soldat,  not now ” You begged and you shrugged his hand off you and walked on.

What the hell just happened the winter solider thought to himself.

There wasn’t much of a rest before the next mission. But the soldier noticed a pattern,  more men were sent to take you away to get ready than what was sent for him. And then a few days after you seemed spaced out.

He understood that none of you could actually remember the mission so he couldn’t work out what was going through your head.

When training with his trainer he had brought it up. she had informed him how you ended up in Hydra and how many times you had tried to escape from Hydra (which was now fifty-two to be exact.) But because of your words when they caught up with you all it took was to say their words and you would stand still. She also informed him of the punishment you would receive for trying to escape even though they considered it training.

A few weeks later you seemed back to your sassy self. As you both were training the soldier came at you while you were mouthing off,  knocking you to the ground and causing you to smack your head onto the concrete.

As you lay there disoriented you could hear him call your name in the distance. Then you felt yourself being lifted up.

“Hey,“ a sharp voice said.

When you started to come round,  you realised the soldat had his arm around your back and had straddled your legs. Taking one of his hands he placed it on the side of your face.

“Come on princess look at me.”

“Fuck off,” you thought. And then you heard a laugh.

Before you could say anything you felt yourself being lifted up and saw the lights on the ceiling moving before passing out again.

You were woken by Rumlow shouting “I told you he would hurt her. She is our best asset and you’re going to get her killed.”

Watch your tone “ Pierce warned.

“We need to split them up we can give them new partners ” he pleaded

“Noooo,” you said.

As both their heads shot around to look at you,  you repeated “No, we have been working together for over a year and a half. We have spent all this time trying to work together, you break that up now it’s going to be another year before I get to learn about my new partner.” You found yourself saying. Why were you saying this you both hated each other. I mean he was good to look at but he was an ass. Right?

“Settled then” Pierce announced walking out the door.

When you and Runlow were left in the room he marched over to your bed and grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him.

“ I’m trying to look out for you and this is how you repay me” he spat before backhanding you in the face and walking out.

As you lay there confused you couldn’t help but let some tears spill from your eyes. Before wiping them away and becoming your stoic self again.

@cjand10 @makayla-666

[xstevex-world]

CW: panic attacks

It’s December 6th 1983, and Robin Buckley is pissed.

Eddie Munson had forgotten his drum sticks in his locker, his usual excuse so he can ditch after-school band practice once again - which she wouldn’t mind at all. If they’re down one snare drum, that’s fine by her - there’s plenty others in band to fill that position.

But, no, today she was instructed to accompany Munson so he actually returns to the music room and it honestly couldn’t be more awkward.

She likes Eddie, she really does, he’s only ever been pleasant to her - but today they were rehearsing with the choir for the school’s annual carol service and Tammy Thompson has a solo and she’s missing it because Eddie Munson “forgot” his stupid drumsticks and somehow Mr. Kitzis has made it her problem.

Classes are over for the day and the halls are quiet, but they don’t talk except for the occasional direction, nothing important is said. Neither of them are any good at small talk, so they don’t even try. It’s probably for the better.

“I know this isn’t the way to your locker,” she says, glaring in his direction - they’ve taken two “wrong turns” so far and she just wants this to be over with. He just rolls his eyes at her, hands not leaving his pockets while he trails behind at a snail's pace.

It’s December 6th 1983, when, suddenly, they hear a scream from the boy’s bathroom - it’s painful and guttural and honestly scares Robin a little bit. She glanced back only to see that Eddie’s face has gone pale, nothing but sheer panic could found in his expression.

The scream is following sobs and the loud crash of a body falling to the tailed floor.

Robin’s never been a particularly brave person, she knows that - and the look Eddie is giving her tells her that they should just let whoever is in the bathroom be, suddenly looking very keen to get back to the music room.

She’s also never been very good at listening to what people tell her to do.

Eddie is about to say something, probably verbalising that they should turn back, but she ignores him, barging through the doors of the bathroom.

It’s December 6th 1983 when she sees Steve Harrington on the floor of the boys bathroom, shaking and hyperventilating. She’s never seen someone have a panic attack, and it’s honestly terrifying. She thinks for a second that maybe, maybe, she should have stayed with Eddie - she doesn’t know what to do and that’s even worse.

But then he sees her, and he freezes - holding his breath in terror of what she’s been witness to.

Shit.

“Hey,” she says softly, tiptoeing her way to the place of the floor where he lays. He’s still shaking, more vigorously now that there are eyes on him. She leans down, holding her hand out - not unlike trying to gain the trust of a stray cat and shit, she can’t help but think about how bad at this she is. She tries to push it down, knows that now isn’t the time to be hyper analysing her terrible social skills. “I’m going to touch your shoulder. Is that ok?”

He nods, barely, but it’s a definite movement. His breathing is unsteady and there are still tears rolling down his cheeks - and she can’t help but feel sorry for him, especially since she’s never known Steve Harrington to have ever been this quiet.

Thinking about it, she goes to think she’s ever seen him express any emotion other then pure confidence and smugness.

She doesn’t know when Eddie decided to follow her, but she hears the door gently open and shut, footsteps creeping closer. She glances over to him, and he’s just as confused as she is on what to do.

“Should we take him to the nurse?” Robin asks quietly, watching her companion nod in response, quietly stepping forward.

So, It’s December 6th 1983 and Robin Buckley is waiting with Eddie Munson in the nurse’s office, watching Steve Harrington lie quietly on the office bed, while Nurse Ruddy grabs from food from the cafeteria and quickly tells Mr Kitzis that neither she or Eddie would be back in rehearsals anytime soon, saying she needed them to clear up some details for her report.

It’s December 6th 1983, and the King of Hawkins High breathes shakily, eyes shut and facing the wall - curled up under a thin blanket. He’s stopped shaking, thank the moon, but he won’t look at either of them. Couldn't say a word to the nurse when she questioned him about the lead up to his panic attack.

Robin has had panic attacks before, knows it feels to be completely out of touch with your body when the emotions get too much - but she’s never had anyone see her have one. She doesn’t know what she would do if her mother saw, let alone basically two strangers from school.

She glances over at Eddie, who’s bouncing his leg in discomfort, eyes not moving from the floor; and wonders what he's thinking about - if it's similar to her own internal monologue, or if he's trying to process how they both ended up here, what would lead Steve “the hair” Harrington to have a panic attack in school, or if he regrets leaving his drum sticks in his locker altogether.

Nurse Ruddy returns after a few minutes, she's not a chirpy person, but she isn’t unkind. She asks them questions, one at a time: Where did they find them? When did they find him? Was anyone with him?

Most of them, they answer in the same way:

“I don’t know, we just found him like this.”

It’s December 6th 1983, and Eddie and Robin get sent back to band practice with a simple “thank you for your time”. Herself and Eddie don’t talk about it on the way back, and it feels so surreal that she’s willing to bet money that they’ll never talk about it.

[magicalqueennightmare]

Sins & Amends Chapter 48

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: You work up the nerve to invite Billy to your weekly dinner

You let nearly a month go by before you worked up the nerve to ask Billy if he'd like to join all of you for the weekly get together. It'd be at your place so having the home field advantage was even better.

You would get off shift at four, Sarah would drop Adi off around five then everyone would start showing up around six. You'd texted Billy that morning to ask if he wanted to join all of you and he'd texted back "Extra time with Adi and actually getting to see you for over five minutes? Of course" you had simply texted back "see you then" 

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"Jesus Christ I'm done man" you groaned flopping down on the bench next to Alice who let out a laugh at your dramatics "Is wonder woman throwing in the towel?" She asked knocking her shoulder against yours.

You cut your eyes at her and stuck your tongue out "Two heart attacks, a stabbing with a combative patient and his buddies and two wrecks. Yeah for now I'm throwing it" she laughed and stood to gather her gear out her locker "Isn't Billy joining the weekly get together?" 

You nodded and grinned at her "Are you sure you and Kenzie can't come?" She shook her head with a sympathetic smile "Sorry babe. Her mom's in town so we're taking her out" "Fair enough. You're literally my only friend with parents or even in laws so that's a legitimate reason"

You stood to gather your own gear and throw it into your go bag. "Want a ride?" She asked after checking her phone to see Kenzie was waiting. You nodded "Yeah sounds good" 

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You waved to Kenzie and Alice as they pulled away from the curb then headed inside. You had enough time to throw your uniforms in the washer and grab a shower before Sarah would be there with Adi.

Once you got out of the shower you dressed in a pair of jeans that were old and soft to the touch along with a sweater that was even softer. You left your hair down but pulled a tie around your wrist so if you needed to pull it up before the night was over.

You walked into the living room and noticed the time right before there was a knock on the door. You could hear Adi and David talking before you ever got to the door. When you opened it they were still jabbering. "Well hello David" he scrunched up his nose and said "It's still weird when you call me that" 

Adi was practically climbing up your leg so you scooped her up and asked her "Did you have fun today baby?" She nodded "Aunt Sarah took me to  park" "That's good baby" you looked back at David and asked "Are you sure you can't join us?" He hugged Adi then said "We got our own night. Leo and Zach took a note from aunt Y/N and have since demanded at least one night a week we all eat out" 

"Glad I can be of some use as an aunt"  you said with a grin. He smiled at you then told Adi "Bye sweetie. I'll see you later" "Bye unkie David" 

The two of you watched until he got to the elevator then stepped back in your apartment. 

She wiggled out your arms and headed for her room so you walked into the kitchen to call for enough Vietnamese food to feed the army you had coming over making certain to order double of Frank's favorite since it was also Billy's favorite then grabbed a bottle of water and walked into the living room. 

Adi came back around the corner and grinned at you "Bath time?" You checked the time to see you had about half an hour before the food or anyone would arrive so you nodded "Yup. Elsa PJs or mermaids?" "Elsa!" She giggled and ran for your bathroom.

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Adi was running around with her Elsa cape flapping behind her gown and Coco tucked under her arm when you got a text from Karen saying her and Frank was headed up.

The food had just arrived so you were currently laying it out on the counter along with some plates so everyone could just grab what they wanted. You had just laid the last tray out when you heard a knock at the door followed by Frank sticking his head in "Where's my niece?" 

Adi came sliding around the corner and jumped into his outstretched arms "Unkie Frank!" Karen walked in behind him followed by Curtis and Billy.

You froze when your eyes met Billy's and he smiled "Thanks for inviting me" you finally made yourself tear your eyes away from his face and said "Of course Billy" Adi by then had noticed daddy was in the apartment so she jumped straight from Frank's arms to his "Daddy!"

Curtis winked at you on his way to the kitchen "Hey if Murdock and Nelson aren't here by six twenty they forfeit their food right?" You laughed and said "you know the rules Curt. Everyone gets a half hour to be late before food gets forfeited" you turned back to Adi and said "little miss your chicken nuggets and mac and cheese is ready so why don't you get daddy to direct you to your highchair?"

Billy smiled "Ok little bit you heard mommy. Chow time" he passed you and when your eyes met you felt your cheeks try to warm but was able to shove it down by the distraction of Foggy and Matt coming in the door when Karen opened it for them. 

Foggy held out a bottle of wine "Present from Marci. She's covering a big case so she couldn't come" you took the wine and looked it over approvingly "Gotta love a woman that always sends someone in her place if she can't make an event" 

You kissed his cheek then Matt's "Glad you two could come" you motioned around the room before adding "You both know everyone here. Hell Frank and Billy you represent" 

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You had your hand on Matt's elbow while he spoke to everyone then headed in the kitchen where Adi was in her highchair "Where's my favorite girl?" He asked with a grin at the doorway so Adi slapped her hands on the highchair tray "Matty!" He headed over to her and felt her forehead then kissed it gently "There she is"

You watched the two of them with a smile then glanced back towards Billy in enough time to see he was watching you. 

There was a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite place. He looked almost pained. You took a step towards him and tentatively put your hand on his arm "You ok?" He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes the way a genuine one usually did "Yeah I'm good" 

You were used to feeling tension in the air whenever Billy and Frank were in the same room and had resigned yourself to it being there for a while but with the way Billy was acting there was some other type of tension you couldn't put your thumb on.

You barely glanced at Curtis but that was enough for him to get the point so he clapped his hands together and said "Well Adi I don't know about the other grownups but uncle Curt's about to join you in eating" and headed for the kitchen. Frank chuckled and fell in step behind him and that seemed to shift a little of the energy in the room.

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Billy watched as you moved around the kitchen handing plates to everyone and telling Matt what was what. Your hair was falling around your face and he had the strongest urge to push it back over your shoulder but knew he didn't have the right to touch you so casually anymore. 

Honestly he didn't know what the hell he was doing here. From what Karen had told him all of you normally got together at least once a week at someone's apartment for food and to catch up on everyone's lives. You'd apparently started it while he was in the hospital recovering. It was a part of your life he'd never been involved in until tonight and part of him felt like an outsider looking in.

He liked Murdock. He was a damn good lawyer and a decent guy but seeing him here interacting so smoothly with Adi and laughing at something you'd said about one of the dishes he had the biggest urge to knock the glasses off his face. Not like it'd be the same as hitting an ordinary blind person right? Not with Murdock's other gig.

He didn't want to exactly bring up to you that his memory had healed to the point of remembering some things about you and Murdock but the longer he watched you touch Matt's back or arm as everyone moved around your kitchen the more the memories as scattered as they were, started flipping through his head.

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You helped Matt get his plate fixed then moved to get your own. Frank was already sitting on the couch flipping through channels on your tv while Foggy gave input on each option and Karen had taken up your recliner. Matt sat at the table across from Curtis so only you and Billy were left at your impromptu buffet spread across the counter.

"I got your favorite" you said with a smile and saw he already had some on his plate "Frank's favorite too" he said and you heard a hitch in his voice that you did recognise. Even after everything you knew Billy well enough to know when something was bothering him. 

You moved behind him to grab your glass of wine and rested your hand on his lower back without thinking anything of it until he tensed under your hand. You quickly moved it and uttered an apology hoping no one had noticed what you'd done but before you could move he laid his hand on your arm and smiled that smile that made your knees weak "I just wasn't expecting it" you nodded not trusting your voice.

"Mommy all done!" Adi called out so you turned your attention to her and saw Curtis was looking between you and Billy who dropped your arm and walked into the living room "Alright baby but don't dive onto the couch everyone is eating" you warned before sitting your plate down so you could get her out the high chair.

Billy was sitting between Frank and Foggy trying to pay attention to the game Frank had clicked on. It almost felt like old times with Frank hollering at the refs call. When Adi walked over and pointed to the spot between them both men quickly scooted to give her room.

You were eating standing between the kitchen and living room so you could talk to everyone. He'd seen you and Maria both eat while you made rounds at welcome back cook outs so that wasn't a surprise you still had that habit.

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Foggy and Matt were the first two to have to leave. They had court first thing in the morning so you walked them to your door. You hugged Foggy first and said "Glad you could come. Thank Marci for the wine and tell her she was missed"

"Will do" he said with a smile so you reached to hug Matt who smiled when you said "and glad you could come too" his attention was over your shoulder and you started to ask him what he was hearing but Frank cleared his throat and said in a low voice "Mama we got one down" 

You turned around to see Adi who'd just been trying to teach Billy Disney songs was now laid over on his chest fast asleep. "Well in that case I'll see you too later" you said with a smile. 

Karen stood at the door until they got to the elevator so you walked over to where Billy sat with her fast asleep on him. After a moment you shrugged "Billy you wanna carry her to her room so we don't risk waking her?"

He nodded and held her closer to get to his feet then followed you into her room. You moved Coco to the corner of her crib then stepped to the side so Billy could lay her down. He ran a hand across her belly and whispered "Daddy loves you Adi" it warmed your heart every time you got to see the two of them together.

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You must have been staring because when he looked up a smirk slipped onto his face "What are you smiling at Y/N?" You shrugged "Our daughter" he glanced back at her sleeping form and nodded "Yeah she's something"

You laid your hand over his that was on the side of the crib and half expected him to jump or pull away but he just turned slowly to look you in the eyes. "Billy you know if anything is bothering you I'm always here to talk..no matter when" his gaze flickered from your hand to your face before he nodded "I know"

In that moment it felt so close to what your heart wanted but you refused to acknowledge out loud. You wanted this. You, Adi and Billy living under the same roof. The two of you putting her to bed together. You knew you couldn't have it. 

For one you'd risk your relationship with Frank. The two of you co parenting was one thing but you didn't know how he'd handle you and Billy actually giving it another try. There was still a lot of bad between them. Not to mention you really hadn't spoken to Billy one on one any. You really had no idea what he wanted.

Billy turned closer to you like he was about to say something but Curtis stepped to the door about that time "Um Y/N Where's your trash bags" you saw Billy's shoulders sag and knew he had been about to say something so you glanced at Curtis "Second drawer next to the sink" "Thanks" 

Once he walked away you'd hoped Billy would continue but he raised your hands up to his lips and left a feather light kiss on it. "You're an amazing woman and mom Y/N. I'm lucky to have you in my life in any way. Just wanted to say that" then dropped your hand gently and walked out Adi's room to head back to the living room.

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Luck of the Irish

Chapter 3

I looked around the parade ground at Fort Bragg. It was clearly a staging area, the division prepared to get shipped over sea, not that anyone was complaining, the food was better.

I sat down on my bed, and pulled off my boots. I was waiting for the boys to get back from the firing range.

I had just come off guard duty, which had been very awkward. The private who had been my guard buddy, had tried to ask me on a date and the CO on guard duty had been Welsh. So it had been a long day and on top of that I now had to march down to the firing range and sight in my new M1.

Most of first platoon walked thru the door and Talbert walked over and sat down next to me "So how did it go with Welsh"

I looked at Talbert "It didn't, I still haven't talked to him and he treats me like the dirt under his Cochrane's" Welsh hadn't talked to me since the night in the club when we were stationed at Breckenridge, and I wondered what I did wrong.

I had thought it through a million times, but I couldn't figure out what I did wrong. Sure I told him to back off, but Welsh had been downright mean to me, so where the rest of the boys just had to deal with Sobel, I had to deal with Sobel and Welsh.

At first I had been upset and had cried when I was alone, from hurt and exhaustion and then I got pissed off, so my infatuation with Welsh was gone and now I just hated him.

Talbert gave me a sideways hug "Don't sweat it, he'll come around"

I looked at Talbert and raised an eyebrows "I doubt it, guess he doesn't take rejection well"

Welsh walked into the officer's barracks, Nixon, Winters, Hester and Matheson were all there; they went silent the minute Welsh walked into the barrack.

Welsh looked around his fellow officers "What?" he looked at Hester

Nixon stood up and walked over and closed the door to the barrack "We were just talking"

Welsh looked at Nixon, this wasn't good Welsh could feel his Irish blood boil "About what" "Sergeant Christenson" Hester lit a cigarette

"What about her?" Welsh said and opened his foot locker

"You and her actually" Nixon said and waited for Welsh reply

"What about me and her, she made it clear she wasn't interested, but you knew that already didn't you Nixon" Welsh turned and stared at Nixon

"What the hell is that supposed to mean" Nixon took a step, so he was toe to toe with Welsh

"Come on I saw the two of you at Breckenridge, don't tell me that was nothing" Welsh spat out

"I don't know what you think you saw, but Harry I have no interest in Lauren, she is not my type, she is a little to…" Nixon didn't get any further, Harry took a swing at him, Nixon blocked the blow and pretty soon the two officers were fighting.

Winters stepped up and stopped the two "That's enough, now Harry you have somewhere to be and Lew I expected more from you"

Welsh went for Nixon one more time "Harry shooting range, NOW" Winters pointed at door

Welsh picked up his Thompson and walked towards the truck waiting to take DOG Company to the shooting range. Welsh noticed the elusive sergeant trying to make herself invisible, he also noticed her facial expression when she noticed him approaching the truck, and it was one of utter disgust.

Welsh walked over and talked to Speirs, who was sitting next to the driver. They exchanged pleasantries and then Speirs smirked "She is in the back, so I figured you wanted to sit back there"

"I don't know, she'll just push me off the truck if she gets the chance" Welsh mumbled

Welsh climbed in the back, the driver closed the tailgate and the truck started to move.

I was daydreaming about a hot shower and my bed. I was lost in thought, so when the truck started I jolted and almost fell down from the narrow bench. I hit my head and wished I had worn my helmet.

I thought about why I had joined the army in the first place. I was starting to regret it. I knew I couldn't leave my brother and the 50 other brothers I had acquired during the last 10 months, so no matter what they threw at me. I would just keep my head up and keep smiling.

The truck stopped and the Dog Company boys jumped down. I was the last on the truck, before I could jump down a strong pair of hands grabbed me by the hips and lifted me down from the truck. I looked down into the eyes of Lieutenant Speirs. I just looked at him, what the hell was he doing?

As if Speirs could read my thoughts, he leaned in and whispered in my ear "Just messing with Harry a little" and then he walked off.

I followed the rest of the soldiers to the range, since I wasn't a part of Dog Company, Captain Gross told me and Welsh we could use the Far East corner of the range.

I sat down and aimed at the targets lined up. Welsh was next to her firing away. After emptying my clip and making sure everyone had stopped firing, I got up and walked over to the targets. I hated her new rifle, it hadn't been sighted in yet and I had missed most of my marks. Welsh walked over and stood next to me, he had hit all of his marks.

"I thought you were the next best marksman…woman in the company, guess not, you can't do any better?" Welsh smirked and walked back. I shot daggers at his back. If looks could kill welsh would have been dead.

I walked back and sat down with a huff, I knew I was better and if looks didn't deceive the Thompson Welsh was carrying was the one he had showed up with at McKall.

They fired one more round and I did a little better, but not much.

Welsh looked at me "Maybe you should just stay home with the rest of the women and cook and clean"

I just looked at Welsh and walked off, when I reached the truck I climbed on board and waited for the men. Why were Welsh so mean to me, it couldn't just be the fact I rejected him could it? No one was that mean. But then what was it about me that had pissed him off so much?

That night after taking a shower I was alone in the barrack. I started to cry and I absolutely hated myself for it, it seemed like it was all I was doing these days, and I couldn't believe I had let Welsh get to me again. What was it about that bastard that made her so emotionally waggy?

Pat walked into the barrack the moment I saw his face I knew he heard me cry, he walked over and sat down on the floor next to my bed "Hey what wrong are you hurt, did he do something to you?"

"No and No, I just tired and I fucking hate the god damn prick" I sobbed

Pat held her my for a minute "You know what? Enough of this, Guarnere, Malarkey Luz, Tab Chuck, Toye, Bull and I are going to Fayetteville and you are going to help us prime the pump"

"I don't know Pat, I don't think I am going to be very good company" I sighed

"Come one sis, get up and at 'em" Pat slapped me on the leg, Pat shook his head and walked over to his own barrack and put on his Class A's

A half an hour later there was a knock on the door "You guys decent?" I opened the door and walked into first platoons barrack.

"No, but I am sure you are going to come in here anyway aren't you" Chuck sniggered and I rolled my eyes and laughed

"How come you don't bunk with us anymore? suddenly too good for the good old first platoon" Luz asked

"Believe me, I would rather bunk with you than the bunch I am bunking with now, you know I am bunking with a bunch of girls" I laughed and shoved Luz

"Yeah that's got to be hell for yah" Talbert smirked

"Jealous much Tab" I asked

"YES" the entire platoon said in unison

The men and I walked out of the camp and caught the bus to town, they got off at the town square and walked over to the Town Pump.

Talbert opened the door for me, the bar was crowded, it smelled like stale beer and cigarette smoke. Talbert put his hand on the small of my back and escorted me up to the bar and ordered us a drink "So did you talk to him yet?"

"Nope" I said popping the P

"You know he is only that mean to you because he is jealous and doesn't know how to talk to you, I think he is waiting for you to flip a lid and yell at him so you guys can clear the air" Tab smiled and turned his back to the bar.

"Yeah Tab, because this is the eighth grade and Welsh is just pulling my piggy tales because he likes me" I downed my drink and motioned for the bartender to pour me another.

"I am right" Talbert turned around on the bar stool and noticed Welsh and Nixon walk through the door, this was going to be good.

I was talking to Grant, we actually had a lot in common and Chuck was a nice guy.

Nixon and Welsh walked up to the bar and ordered a couple of drinks. Welsh noticed me smiling at Grant and when I put my hand on his arm Welsh snapped. Lucky for Welsh someone else was out looking for a fight. a company of glider borne walked into the bar and started a fight. Welsh dove in head first, Nixon was too drunk so he just watched while glider boys and the airborne fought.

I tried to stay out of the fight as well, I saw Welsh get decked, I pushed thru the crowd and went over and picked him up "Come on handsome, let's get you out of here"

I got Welsh outside and then started to go back into the bar, but the MP's showed up and a few seconds later the guys all ran out of the bar.

I found my brother and Guarnere around the corner from the bar, they helped me pour Welsh into the back of a cap and jumped in after. The cap took them back to the camp and Pat helped me get Welsh to his barrack.

The day after the fight Welsh sought me out "Sergeant, thank you for you know…"

"Don't mention it" I just said and walked away, Welsh didn't move he looked at me and shook his head.

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Mid-August 1943

The division had been moved to camp Shanks 30 miles up the Hudson and the guys was in a class room getting lectured by Sobel in preparation for the Overseas Movement.

The Camp was dubbed Last stop USA and housed 50.000 troops at the time.

Sobel was boring as heck and I was sleeping on Pat's shoulder when I felt someone staring at me

"Wake up sleeping beauty" My brother shook me of his shoulder and I tried to hide a yawn

I turned around and noticed Nixon standing behind me leaning against the wall looking just as bored as the rest of them.

I rubbed my eyes and straightened up. I looked around the classroom, but I couldn't find what I was looking for.

Pat noticed me searching for someone and he knew who "He is not here, he's on guard duty"

I rolled my eyes "for your information I was looking for Tab"

"Ah ha, sure you were" Pat smirked and got on his feet. He held out his hand to me, I was so transparent. I still had a thing for Welsh and after the night in the bar Welsh had stopped harassing me.

We walked over to the infirmary, it was time to get the inoculations they needed for deployment.

I was first in line and I took it like a pro, but her brother and fifty percent of the company whined and moaned.

I was waiting for my brother outside. Pat walked out rubbing his arm "Shit that hurt, my arms feels like two limp robes just hanging from my body" I laughed "I got something that will make you feel all better"

I hooked my arm thru Pat's and together we walked over to first platoons barrack, I pulled a bottle of Whiskey out of my foot locker

"Look what I got" I showed my brother the bottle. Guarnere, Toye, Malarkey, Grant and Talbert walked through the door and joined the party.

I held back. I just had a sip of the whiskey, I didn't really like it. I was more of a Vodka girl, but the boys seemed to enjoy it.

Grant and Talbert came over and sat down on each side of me "So, What's up with you and Welsh" Talbert asked

"Not that again Tab, nothing is up and nothing ever will be up with Welsh and I, he is an officer and I am a Noncom, end of story" I shrugged

"Well that's not exactly what I heard" Grant smirked

"What, yeah whatever Grant" I shoved Grant

"No seriously, I might have been standing outside the officer barrack and I overheard Nixon and Welsh talk about you, and Welsh likes you, like really likes you" Grant looked at me.

"ok, I like him, but I am not going to do anything about it, I like how it is now, he looks at me and I drool over him from a distance" I laughed

Chris noticed her brother's facial color turned green "Excuse me guys, Pat needs my assistance" I got up and helped Pat to the latrine, Pat was making out with the toilet for the next few hours and I had Bull carry my sweet drunk brother to bed.

The next morning there was quite a lot of moaning and cursing and most of the guys blamed me and the whiskey, it only got worse when they were told they had to take the screaming eagle patch of and that they couldn't wear their jump boots, because the enemy might know that an airborne regiment was shipping out.

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On board the Samaria

The Indian mail carrier had been fitted with cots in the cargo bay and two men shared a cot, so they had to take turns sleeping.

Pat and I shared a cot, which unfortunately for Pat meant he had to find somewhere else to sleep. I refused to leave the cot since the first awful day when we had walked down what seemed like miles of stairs to the good awful mess and were served boiled fish and tomato. I had of course gotten sick and I was pissed, now the whole company experienced one of my major weaknesses... sea sickness.

Talbert and Pat were worried about me, I refused to eat, they practically had to carry me up onto the deck and when we got there I got sick again. After a few excursions to the deck they had to leave me. I was tired and wanted nothing more than for the endless journey across the sea to come to its end.

Pat had enough and decided to have Roe check up on me. Later Pat told me he found Roe with Spina and Al Mambre the three medics were sorting through their medical supply.

"Doc, Doc" Pat called out and pushed and shoved his way through the mass of soldiers.

"Christenson, what can I do for you?" Doc asked

"I need you to come and check out my sister, she won't eat or drink" Pat told Roe

"And you are just telling me this now, we left New York five days ago" Roe was ticked, he had failed, it was his job to make sure the men and in this case woman in the company were fit for the fight.

Pat led Roe to our cot and Roe took one look at me "Well she dehydrated and sleep deprived and she needs to go to sick bay"

"You tell her that" Pat took a step back. He wasn't going to be the one to tell me that I had to go to the infirmary.

Roe took my hand "Lauren, you need eat and drink and I am going to transfer you to the infirmary"

I turned around and looked at Roe "No please don't, I can handle it, just don't tell any of the officers I am going be ok once I get of this damn ship"

Roe looked at me to reassess the situation "Ok, Ok I won't, but only if you promise me to drink some water"

"Fine I will just don't say anything to Winters or Nixon" I pleaded

Roe just patted me on the arm and turned and tried to locate Pat, he found him three rows down talking to the machine gunner from Speirs platoon.

"Christenson, I took a look at at your sister, she promised me she would start to drink, water that is, if she starts to drink she should be fine"

Christenson thanked Roe and Roe returned to his cot.

Speirs was standing listening to the conversation between the two Easy company men and he couldn't help but overhear what Roe was telling Christenson, it had to do with the Easy company girl and apparently she wasn't handling being on board the ship to good and if he was Welsh he would want to know something was wrong with her.

Speirs walked up to the deck, he found Welsh talking to McMillan and Winters. Speirs walked over and put a hand on Welsh shoulder "Harry a word"

Welsh and Speirs stepped away from the two other officers. Speirs scratched his neck "Harry I don't know what, if anything is going on between her and you, but I heard Roe talk to Christenson and something is wrong with her"

Harry looked at Speirs and without saying a word he turned and walked below deck, he found first platoon "Grant, Grant, where is she?" Welsh asked Grant

"Two rows up" Grant pointed to the third row of cots.

Welsh climbed up and found me, he told me i looked like I had been to hell and back "Well you look like hell" Welsh said

I opened my eyes "Now I know I am hallucinating"

"Ah no, come on we are going up on the deck" Welsh pulled my to her feet

"No not again" I whined

"Yes and this time you are staying up there" Welsh pushed me up the stairs to the deck

We sat down and Welsh pulled out his canteen and handed it to me "Drink"

I looked at him "I rather not"

"Drink or I am telling Sobel" Welsh smirked

"Fine, whatever" I mumbled and took a small sip of the water, I felt the cool water slide down my throat and I concentrated on the horizon, so I wouldn't throw up, it worked

"See you are going to be ok" Welsh tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Well let's see" I said and turned and looked at Welsh

" I am sorry for being a prick to you, I was jealous, I am sorry" Welsh looked at me waiting for my response

"Well you are forgiven, but Harry it isn't forgotten" I looked at Welsh

Welsh bit his bottom lip and looked ashamed "I know and I will do my best to make you forget it"

I gave Harry a small smile and nodded.

Welsh helped me on the rest of the journey and when the ship docked in Liverpool the two of us were up on the deck. was leaning against the railing looking down on Liverpool, Welsh was behind me with his hand planted on the railing on each side of me, the two of us were finally friends again.

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Upon arriving in England I decided, while the people were friendly and forthcoming, the weather sucked, the damp, wet weather sucked. I felt wet or damp all day.

What did bother me was the fact that the men drank too much. Talbert and Grant spend more time chasing tail and not enough time focusing on the mission.

Sobel were meaner than ever after the cutting of the fence incident and it was becoming clear to everyone, but the brass that Sobel was incompetent and unable to lead the men into the combat.

I was walking towards the aid station to visit Perconte who had injured his foot running through a field. I noticed Winters and Nixon stepping out of the HQ. I also noticed the two men were talking. They looked like they were trying to solve a problem. Nixon looked upset and Winters had a decisive look on his face.

This was bad, very bad, and I knew whatever was going on would affect the whole company. In addition, who would tell Harry?

I drew in a deep breath and changed my direction. I slowed my pace as I approached the two officers. I saluted them and waited for Nixon to tell me what was going on. I waited and waited but Nixon just stood there.

Fed up with the silence I spoke up "So what happened?"

Nixon looked at Winters for confirmation; Winters nodded and Nixon looked over my head "Dick…Sobel decided to court-martial our friend here" Nixon pulled out his flask and took a big swig.

"So what does that mean… you're gonna be scrambling eggs while we make the big jump with Sobel?" I looked between the two men.

"Don't worry, we'll figure something out" Nixon told me.

I looked down at my newly shined Cochrane's and kicked the dirt, who was going to tell Harry. He would absolutely shit bricks and Harry being the scrapper he was, well who knew.

"Sergeant Christenson," Winters called out. " I was wondering if you could talk to Harry for me, I' need to talk to the JAG officer" Winters looked at me and noticed I was a little pale

"I…I don't know…I haven't talked to him in a while"

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The Dance in Swindon

The first week in England, some organized a dance, at a dance hall in Swindon. Most of Easy Company was there and so was I.

The men and I had a few beers and I decided to drink whiskey with Nixon and Speirs. I also decided it was a good idea to flirt shamelessly with the two officers.

Harry, Guarnere and Malarkey arrived late, since they had to finish guard duty before they could leave camp. Harry was tired, the only reason he decided to go to the dance was the fact she was there, and he wanted to talk to her. The fact she was a light drinker and needed some protection from time to time was a small part of it.

The sight that met Harry when he stepped into the dance hall was the sight of her flinging her arms around Speirs neck and laying a big one on him. Harry clenched his fist and pushed through the crowd. When he reached the small group, Harry pushed her behind him and was ready to punch Speirs.

"Harry…Harry, don't do anything stupid" Nixon really did not want Harry to punch Speirs. Speirs would more than likely kill Harry if he did.

"Harry" I whispered behind him, desperate for Welsh to stop whatever he was doing. Suddenly I felt sick and ran out of the dance hall. Just out of the door, I tossed my cookies, sat down, and leaned up against the brick wall behind me.

"Why do you always do that?" Harry crouched down in front of me.

"I don't know" I sighed and closed my eyes. I really didn't know, it seemed like something just happened.

Harry looked at me, he looked away and then said "you look so young..That I just want to protect you, but you need to figure shit out" Harry said and waited for me to open my eyes and answer him.

I stumbled to my feet "Well you know what? You are not my dad, brother, husband or my boyfriend, so as long as you don't have a say in my life back off" I told him, why did he always do that he was sweet and then he turned around and was all douchey.

Harry looked at me, clenched his fist and walked away. Harry hadn't talked to me since.

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"I don't know," I said again.

Winters knew Harry and I had a fall out. Winters was sick and tired of having to live with a mumbling pissed off Harry "well too bad because it's an order sergeant"

"Yes sir" I saluted the two lieutenants and walked away.

Nixon looked at Winters "Guess you told her" Nixon smirked

"I sure did" Winters said and held back a small smile, with some luck things would soon be back to normal.

I found Welsh by the motor pool. Welsh was shooting the breeze with a friend from back home, while he waited for said friend to finish the work on a jeep Welsh needed for a field exercise.

"Lieutenant" I waited for Harry to acknowledge my presence.

"Lieutenant…For Pete sake…Harry" I felt my stomach drop

Harry turned and saw me standing there looking all fidgety and nervous, Harry held back a smile and waited for me to tell him what I wanted.

"Can we take a walk?" I bit my lower lip

"Yeah follow me sergeant" Welsh walked toward the out perimeter of the camp.

The two of us walked in silence for a while.I had let my hair grow to shoulder length; I pulled out my elastic band. After a little while I stopped, turned, and looked at Harry. I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. Here we go, I thought.

"Look Harry, I know I was being harsh and obnoxious, the day at the dance and I know you were just looking out for me and I am sorry for being a brat" I waited for Harry to say something.

" look what do you want? Do you want us to be friends, more or what…?" Harry asked me.

"Friends…More than friends" I held her breath and waited for Harry to do something.

"Good…good," Harry sighed and pulled me into a big hug. I sighed and relaxed into the warm embrace.

Harry pulled back a little "So dinner tonight?" Harry asked me.

"Yeah about that" ILet go of Harry, "You might want to talk to Winters. Sobel decided to court -martial him for an offense he didn't commit, so Sink transferred Winters to battalion mass"

Harry ran his hand through his hair and swore under his breath. This was absolutely the worst thing that could happen. Not a chance in hell would Harry make the big jump with that sob.

"Sis… hey sis" I heard my brother call out to me. I kissed Harry on the cheek and ran toward my brother. I had a big goofy smile on my face and Pat smiled when he saw that I was happy, he just hoped it lasted.

"So I guess you and Welsh are ok" Pat asked his sister and slung an arm around my shoulders

"Yeah we are good" I smiled, I felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

Pat walked me over to the barn Easy company had occupied since arriving in Aldbourne. I snuck in and sat down next to Grant.

Grant leaned in over the table "So we are going through with this right?" he asked and looked around at the face at the table, it was all the NCO from Easy Company except Evans who had been invited, but was a no show.

"We gotta do something," I said and all the other NCO's agreed

"All right good, but we all better be clear about the consequences," Lipton told the men

"I don't care about the consequences," Johnny Martin said.

"John…We can be lined up against the wall and shot, now I am ready to face that, and every one of us better be too" Lipton looked around the table for confirmation

Guarnere looked at Lipton "I will not follow that man into combat"

"Me neither" Bull told Lipton

"All right…then let's do it" Lipton looked at the NCO's

Grant looked me "Don't sweetheart…don't you don't have to do this"

I raised an eyebrow "I am going to do it, don't worry about me" But I was more scared than I let on.

Guarnere dictated, "I hereby, no longer, wish to serve as a noncommissioned officer in Easy Company"

They each signed the letters and Lipton gathered them and wished them each good luck.

Ten minutes later Sink summoned them to his office "I ought to have you all shot, this is nothing less than an act of mutiny while preparing for the god damn invasion of Europe, sergeant Harris turn in your stripes, collect your gear you are hereby transferred out of my regiment. Sergeant Ranney consider yourself lucky I am only busting you to private. All of you NCO have disgraced the 101st Airborne. You can consider yourself lucky that we are on the eve of the largest action of warfare. Which leaves me no choice but to spare your lives. Now get out of my office and out of my sight….get"

"Sergeant Christenson a moment" Sink said

I closed my eyes "Yes sir"

"Now I expected more from you Sergeant, while I appreciate your loyalty to the men. Know this was your last chance, one more screw up and you will be transferred to a field hospital," Sink said in a stern voice

"Yes sir" I saluted Sink and walked out of the HQ, the other NCO's was waiting for me-

"What he want" Grant asked

"He told me not to fuck up again" I smiled.

…

Sobel of course punished the entire company by putting them through some grueling night maneuvers. The upside to the many hours spent outside in the cold, was the fact that the company knew each other's silhouettes against the evening sky.

Christmas 1943

"I'll be home for Christmas, you can count on me, please have snow and mistletoe and presents under the tree, Christmas Eve will find me where the love light gleams" I sang while I decorated the mess hall.

It was Christmas time and Easy Company celebrated the holiday with a mixture of emotions. On Dec 13th the company had made its first night jump and they lost Dittrich, due to a parachute failure.

I was so caught up in what I was doing. So I didn't hear the door opening and closing. Suddenly I felt someone grab my leg. I kicked the attacker and I heard someone mumble "son of a bitch",I looked down and saw Grant grabbing his nose.

"Oh god Chuck…oh I am so sorry…let's get some ice for your nose" I opened the door and scooped up some snow. The village looked like an old fashioned Christmas card covered in snow. I loved Christmas and I wanted this last Christmas before the big jump to be a memorable one for all the men. I packed the snow in a towel and gave it to Grant who placed it on his swollen nose.

The door opened once again and Doc and Talbert stepped in "What happened here?" Tab asked and sat down next to Grant.

Grant removed the towel from his nose and scrunched it a bit to see if it was broken "She decided to kick my teeth in"

"Oh" Talbert said and watched as I put up mistletoe over one of the tables.

"Hoping for a special Lieutenant to stop by?" Grant asked I. Talbert punched Grant on the shoulder and shook his head

"What?" Grant looked at Talbert

Talbert just shook his head. Welsh and I was fighting again and this time it was the lieutenant that had fucked up

Aldbourne November 1943

"Mail call" Private Vest walked through the officer's mess handing out mail. I walked in behind Vest and slid into a seat next to Welsh.

Welsh was reading a letter from his parents and I picked up a letter from the table and read the front. 10 seconds later I wish I had just left the letter on the table.

The letter read To Lieutenant Harry F Welsh

Easy company 506th/501st PIR

On the top left corner, it read From Kitty Grogan

Luzerne County, Penn.

I dropped the letter like a hot potato. Harry noticed my shocked expression and grabbed the letter and stuffed it in his shirt pocket.

"Harry…Who is Kitty?" I asked Welsh who was biting his bottom lip. Kitty was his fiancé…ex fiancé, Welsh had meant to break things off with Kitty for months, he just hadn't figured out how he was going to end things with her.

"Honey…I" Welsh started, but he didn't get to finish what he started. I was out of the mess and I slammed the door after me. I kicked the door outside of the mess and started to sob, how could I be so stupid, I knew I should have kept my heart stuffed away and just waited for my crush on Welsh to fate out. I started to run away from the mess

"Sarge…Come on, please don't make me chase you" Nixon came running up behind me

I stopped and when Nixon wrapped his arms around me, I fell apart. I only loved two men in my entire life, my brother and Welsh, I learned at a young age that love was dangerous.

"Please don't…Harry is absolutely bonkers about you. Kitty is just a bump in the road, he has been meaning to break it off with her for months, he just doesn't know how to break it off with her, he doesn't want to hurt her, but he doesn't realize that he is hurting you instead" Nixon kissed the top of my head.

"You knew about her and you never told me" I sobbed and started to cry even harder, this just proved that men couldn't be trusted.

I sniffled and let go of Nixon, I turned and walked away from Nixon. I walked past the guard and headed towards the cemetery, all I could think about was that I had been foolish to think, I finally found someone who loved me for me and not for what they wanted me to be, but never again. I opened the gate to the cemetery, said a quick prayer and sat down on a bench. I didn't notice the officer who sat down next to me until he let out a small cough.

"Lieutenant Speirs, sir, I didn't realize you were here" I blushed. Speirs was a handsome devil.

"I guess you found out about the fiancé" Speirs looked at me. Christ she was young Speirs thought to himself, but she was tough, brave and more than once she had been on the receiving end of a rant from Sobel, well Sobel was gone now and Meehan had replaced him.

"I did, guess I am a fool," I mumbled

Speirs looked at the innocent young girl in front of him. He wanted to tell her that it would all be ok and that everything would work itself out and that her and Harry would live happily ever after, but he knew different. They were going to war and the only way to get through the war was to accept you were already dead. However looking into her big eyes all he could do was smile.

"No he is an idiot" Speirs held out his hand to me. I took it and they walked back to camp together.

Welsh had been waiting outside my barrack. I stopped a few feet away from him, I didn't know what to say to him.

" I am sorry, I should have ended things with Kitty. I should have thought about how this would affect you. I am sorry sweetheart, please forgive me" Welsh stepped towards me.

"Goodbye Harry" I said, kissed him on the cheek and stepped into the barrack. When I reached my cot I pulled her blanket over my head and willed myself to sleep.

Since the day in November, I had avoided Harry

…..

On Christmas Eve I arranged for the men to share a meal with the nurses. Karen, the Captain I shared a room with in the states, was the head nurse at Aldbourne and she was prepared to do anything to spend some time with a special company commander. Meehan and Karen had taken to each other from the first moment they met.

I looked around the room for Welsh, but he wasn't there. Nixon walked up to me and nudged me "bug… I am sorry, I should have told you"

I knew Nixon was serious since he used my real first name. "You should, but I forgive you, you weren't the one with a fiancé"

Nixon hugged me "No, I am also not the one drinking myself stupid at the pub"

I let go of Nixon and looked up at him "He broke it off with her after your fight and he received a telegram today that confirmed she got his letter and that she was letting him go"

A door slammed and Nixon took a sip of his whiskey, to be that young and in love.

I ran to the pub and opened the door. Harry was sitting at the bar; he looked like he lost his best friend. He turned his head when he felt someone sit down next to him. He looked into the face of the woman he loved.

Harry smiled and then frowned when he saw the look on My face "What? What is it?"

"Is it true, did you end it with Kitty" I asked him

"Yes, yes I did a month ago," Harry, said

I kissed Harry softly on the lips "Merry Christmas Harry"

Harry pulled me into his arms and kissed me with all he had, with all the pent up want and need he had been forced to keep to himself for a month. When he let me go, I rewarded him with one of my big smiles. I took his hand and let him back to camp and into the company mess.

When the two of them walked into the mess, they were met with a bunch of "Finally", "Thank good things are right with the world again" and "Better not fuck up again Welsh" Well that one came from Nixon and Matheson. Only Talbert wasn't happy to see the couple. Pat walked by Talbert "You need to let her go Floyd; it's not going to happen. I know my sister. Harry and her need each other"

Talbert knew Pat was right; she never looked at him the way she looked at the lieutenant. Grant walked up to Talbert and slapped him on the back "Plenty of fish tab, plenty of fish"

The mess served up all the Turkey a man could eat. Harry never let go of my hand and two hours after they arrived Harry and I snuck out of the mess. It was cold, but neither of them wanted the night to end.

Harry stopped and took my hand "Sergeant Christenson, I am utterly and irrevocably in love with you, I need you as much as I need my next breath"

I smiled "I love you to Welsh, but I know that look in your eyes, I am not going to sleep with you"

Harry just shrugged, that wasn't why he had told her he loved her, but she was right, this wasn't the time to start a physical relationship.

Harry escorted me back to my barrack and kissed me goodnight. I sighed, I was in love and in my experience love never lasted.

New Year's Eve was a quiet one, most men wondering how many of them would live to see 1945.