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shadowsndaisies · 7 months ago

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hangman meets 'thena

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synopsis: word is, there's a new pilot on board carrier air wing nine, and she flies for the VFA-14, the Tophatters.

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a/n: the highly requested hangman and athena meet blurb, let me know what else you'd like to see from this universe, especially things that exist outside the storyline. or even if you just want more of certain characters. This serves as a precursory understanding to Jake and Athena, it probably doesn't answer every question about them, but it might help you see their foundation a bit better. but special shoutout to @djs8891 @tgmreader @rory-cakes and @fanreader75 for asking specifically about hangman and athenas dynamic (mentions at the end as well)

You’d heard of him, everyone active had. The only active aviator with a confirmed kill, never mind that your dad had two.

Hangman was exactly what you expected if you were honest.

Phoenix, who had taken an instant liking to you as soon as you’d been reassigned to the Tophatters, had filled you in on all the Lemoore gossip. Phoenix flew with the VFA-41, the Black Aces, also based out of Lemoore, and in fact, on the same carrier as you, Commander, Carrier Air Wing Nine. Her first order of business was getting you caught up on the carrier, that included learning the players, and while she was happy to introduce you to different Naval officers, the only one she warned against was Hangman.

Someone really should have told her that at your core, you were your father’s daughter.

Let it be known, you did not go looking for him. He appeared in all his Ken Doll Aviator glory as you were doing a morning check on your F/A 18E. Apparently he also flew an F/A 18E, ‘Nix on the other hand had an F/A 18F, as she normally flew with a WSO.

He approached, full of cocky attitude, and maybe it was all the years being raised by both Ice and Mav, but when he spoke it was like you could understand him just as fluently as you did with them. You could see where Nat was coming from with “honestly, Athena, Hangman in two words? Texan Douchewad.”

“Well, Howdy, darlin’, scuttlebutt was that there was a new girl on board, glad to meet you, name’s Hangman,” was his introduction.

You couldn’t help the smirk when he said girl, “Isn’t the hallmark of a proper southern boy, that he’s, well, proper?” you shoot back, eye brow quirked. “I’m a woman, not a girl.”

It was fun, watching the way his smirk melted, how his brow furrowed, as he tried to catch up.

“You-”

“Phoenix gave me a run down, but to be honest, I’ve always preferred forming my own perceptions,” you shrug, as you continue your check.

As you brush past him, you aren’t surprised to hear him following after you. “Ah, so my reputation precedes me then?” he muses, and you can see the way he uses his charm and humor to cover, a shield of bravado, too bad he didn’t realize you were raised by bravado.

“Not exactly, though I did see your plaque at Top Gun, to be fair, I saw Phoenix’s too,” you shrug again.

“So you’re the fresh blood, huh?” he prompts, and finally you turn and smile at him.

“I guess fresh blood is better than being called new girl. Name’s Athena, you’d do well to use it,” you tell him, smile in place.

“Athena? As in th4e Greek goddess of war and wisdom?” he asks, brows furrowed down.

“That’s the one,” you nod, moving to check the landing gear.

“Athena as in, the Naval Aviator who climbed through the ranks and had two separate stations before she went to Top Gun?” he follows up and you turn.

You turn to face Hangman, and now your brows are pulled, “How’d you know that?”

“I keep tabs on things that pique my interest,” he shrugs, and your lip curls on the end. “Rumor was you had Admirals arguing over who got you under their command…”

“Nice to meet you Hangman,” you decide finally, climbing back from under the plane, and offering him your hand.

“Pleasure’s mine, Miss Athena,” he smirks back. “It true your old man flew too?” he tacks the question on as he shakes your hand.

You can see it in his eyes, nepotism, you know it’s where is brain’s gone. It’s like you couldn’t escape it, everyone assumed that’s how you got as far as you have, as quick as you have. They were wrong.

“Yeah, mostly f-14s though, nothing with the juice of my baby,” you straight up lie, so what if your dad was still flying? So what if he was probably flying f/a-18s or something experimental? No one but you needed the specifics, and you’re pretty sure it wouldn’t help you fight against the nepo-baby claims. Too bad no one realized how much of a detriment being attached to Maverick actually was. It made most of the higher ups uneasy about taking you on, unsure if you’d inherited your father’s need for speed and reckless streak, you had, but you were just better than him at keeping it in check, if Ice taught you anything, it was that — “ice cold, kiddo, no mistakes.”

“Must’ve been nice, having a leg up like that,” he’s still smiling as he talks down at you.

You match his smile and catch the flicker of confusion in his eyes as you walk up closer to him. “It was, see, it prepared me for a lifetime of dealing with cocky naval aviators and their inflated sense of bubble wrap bravado.”

“That all?” he presses, staring down at you, the two of you now face to face, staring hard at each other, but you caught the little twitch of his eye at your term.

“No,” you smirk before turning and walking away, “but I’ve got a hop to prep for, see you around Hangman.”

…

He finds you in the Mess later that day. You’d just returned from morning drills with your squad, and was eating with Phoenix.

“Ladies,” he greets, setting his own tray down in the seat opposite you.

“And I’ve officially lost my appetite,” Phoenix decided, standing up. “Athena, I’ll catch you later, I’d say it’s nice to see you, Bagman, but we know better,” she states, grabbing her tray, patting your shoulder and walking away.

“You sure know how to clear a room, Hangman,” you note, eyes flicking to Phoenix over Hangman’s shoulder, Nat was clearing her tray and pauses to look back and roll her eyes dramatically as she looks at Hangman’s back.

Your lip twitches and you lift your glass of water to cover up the smile threatening to split your lips.

“Bubble wrap bravado,” Hangman repeats back to you, echoing your statement from yesterday.

“What about it?” you challenge.

“Explain it to me,” it’s not a question, not in how it’s phrased, but you understand that he is asking.

“Protective to an extent, easier to pop than you think, so long as you apply the pressure properly. Problem is, everyone knows when it does, it’s usually a bit loud,” you explain, and he seems so incredibly focused on you.

You didn’t mind the hyper-focus though, you’d coined the term a long time ago. It had originally been for a different boy, one with a temper, but who you’d watched grow up. Ice had thought it an apt descriptor, he’d even taken it to describe a few officer’s he’d interacted with over the years.

“Hmm,” he hums, eyes glued to yours.

“You disagree?” you ask.

“No. I think you hit it on the head,” he admits and your lips curl up just the slightest bit, at least he seemed honest… cock sure and stubborn too, but honest.

“A naval aviator for a father was a lot of things, Hangman,” you admit, hesitating for a moment, deciding how much you wanted to say. “It was limited time, and firm goodbyes. It was getting behind a yoke for the first time when I was 12. It was learning ranks at the same time I was learning how to do multiplication,” you say, and you study how his expression changed which each revelation. “Having a Naval Aviator for a father might have given me a home field advantage, but that’s all it did. The rest, the wings, the assignments, I earned those,” you tell him seriously.

“Sure you did,” he nods along condescendingly, but his eyes betray his curiosity, and for now, that was enough for you.

You smile again at him, though this time it is a bit sour. “You don’t believe me, that’s fine, fair even, to be skeptical. But you should know, you’re gonna eat crow when you realize how wrong you were,” you tell him seriously, before standing up with your plate and glass, and walking away.

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You get your chance to prove him wrong just a few days later when the Tophatters get assigned to a drill with both of the other squadrons on board the carrier, the Black Aces, and the Vigilantes. Meaning both Nat and Jake are in the air with you.

After is the first time Jake looks at you with something other than cocky contempt. As if seeing you fly up close resolved some of his concerns, but there’s still something there. He was waiting for the other shoe, too bad no one told him that you’d had both feet firmly on the ground since you signed your life to the Unites States Naval Services.

You get paired with him about a month and a half later for a cover assignment for an emergency evac of a SEAL team.

Normally assignments were set within squads, but it was an emergency evac and the carrier was docked. You and Jake had been the closest to the carrier at the time who were qualified, and so you were the two who were sent off. You flew south into South America, and while a lot of the details were later labeled as redacted, Jake never questioned your ability after. Nor should he. You saved his life.

He did however decide that meant you were friends, much to the immense annoyance of one Natasha Trace.

Considering the entire mission had been classified and redacted, you weren’t able to explain a lot of it to her, but when Jake started choosing his words a little more carefully she did her best not to start anything either. When he started sitting with you in the mess, she eyed him carefully. And when he started following you around in any downtime that lined up, she kept her mouth shut.

She found a new case study in the two of you, the outward and obvious differences between Hangman with Athena, and Hangman without. Her eyes jumping from how easily you let your guard down with him, and how utterly soft Hangman could be when he thought no one was paying attention.

Natasha, to her credit, had tried, desperately tried, to get more information out of you regarding your budding friendship, but all you would ever offer was a simple, “people tend to be more complex than what meets the eye, ‘Nix, I’m proof of that. So is he, and so are you.”

She decided then and there, you had way too much tact and patience, and maybe, just maybe, that was what Hangman needed.

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aletterinthenameofsanity · 4 months ago

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Charles, Monty, and Edwin (Holiday AU: Holi)

Jenny sighs. “Listen, kid, I’m not your father.”

Charles flinches. That’s not- He never said- “I never said you were.”

“Yeah, but I know what it’s like to carry around that kind of fucking weight,” Jenny says, and the breath leaves Charles’ lungs. “To be scared of other people turning out to be like your old man because you’re worried about becoming your old man. But ask anyone- those guys who are head-over-heels for you, your best friends, your mom, who can’t stop bragging about you- and they’ll tell you that you’re not him. And you’ll never be, because you care too much to let it happen. Screw the past, kid- you can be whoever you want.”

Charles feels like he’s been hit with a truck. That’s not- he can’t be-

Charles shouldn’t be spilling his guts to a woman he barely knows. But he can’t help himself, because how can anyone help but stare at themselves in the mirror and touch their face to check if they’re seeing things or if that creature in their reflection is really them? If you can actually see the truth in your own reflection, or if it’s just lying to you and you’ll never be anything more than the scared little kid haunting you from within your very bones?

“But how- god, how do you know?” Charles asks. “Sometimes, when I look at myself in the mirror, all I can see is him. See his eyebrows, his eyes, his hands- god, how do you know that you won’t end up like them? That your love won’t hurt everything it touches if you’re not careful?”

Jenny purses her lips. “Listen, kid. I’ve had shitty relationships. I’ve had a shitty father. But I’ve made something of myself. And you did too. You and I- we both know something about wounds. We both know something about stitches. I took over my dad’s shop and became a butcher because I refused to let him cut me down. You became a nurse because you refused to let the wounds fester. Neither of us are our fucking fathers."

-aletterinthenameofsanity, it came a flower bright (amid the cold of winter)

@charles-rowland-week Day 2: Comfort

Chapter can be found here!

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@anything-thats-rock-and-roll @queen-of-hobgobblers @every-moment-a-different-sound

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djarrex · 7 months ago

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got you under my skin

ND-5 x f!reader

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in Outlaws I crash the ship into things on purpose just to hear ND scold me. yeah I'm a robofucker now. can't help it. minors be gone.

The Trailblazer had just landed on the landing pad, the engines whirring as they powered down, when Kay came up behind you where you were tinkering with your blaster at the workbench. Nix jumped onto the table from her shoulder and chirped at you.

“You good to hang back with ND?” she asked, even though she knew the question was pointless – and it was more of a taunt, no less. You tossed her a sideways glance, rolling your eyes at her knowing grin.

“We’ll be fine,” you assured her as you ran a cloth along the barrel of your blaster. “We’ll get started on mapping out the next locations.” You paused, setting down your blaster to pet the merqaal, who beamed at you with those large eyes and wide smile of his.

“He can’t hate me forever.”

“ND doesn’t hate you!” She chuckled at that, and opened the side gangway door as Nix jumped back to her shoulders. “I already told you that it just takes him a while to warm up to people. Especially if those people needed their lives saved right out the gate.” Kay winked at you, and you remembered how Kay’s initial relationship with the old commando droid had been rocky as well.

You partially followed Kay as she started to head down the gangway. “I need you to work together on this. I should be back in a few hours,” she called back to you. With a smirk, she then added: “Try to get along until then.”

The gangway door shut and you could almost laugh out of pure disbelief, a heavy sigh blowing out between your clenched teeth. Kay knew just how much ND got under your skin, and if ND had skin, you were positive the feeling would be reciprocated. The droid and you hadn’t been able to get along ever since he’d been forced to save your life just after you’d joined their crew. Months ago now, Kay had run into you on Renpalli Station. You’d been on the run from your former employer and were trying to secure a ride out of the sector. She’d been nice enough to offer you a ticket to freedom, but after those several hours of hyperspace travel–including multiple games of Sabacc, drinks, and shared stories–Kay had offered you a place with their crew. You had certain skills that could be put to use, and Kay had known that, which is what she argued with when reasoning with her droid partner that you would be a useful addition. ND-5 was hesitant, but trusted Kay’s judgment, just as he always had.

From that moment–the way he’d shaken his head at you while reluctantly agreeing with his partner–you were able to tell it would take a while to prove yourself to the droid. But getting into trouble with the Empire a couple days later really sealed the fate of your relationship with him. Every little thing you did since then had been attempt after attempt to prove yourself to ND-5, that you were worthy of his trust and you were not a liability to the crew, but it still wasn't enough. The dismissive attitude toward you and his overall demeanor when it came to you eventually turned into a sour taste in your mouth, and now, you were just plain bitter. The only friendly interaction you had on the Trailblazer was with Kay or little Nix, but she was always out and about doing her thing with her small companion by her side; which was fine, because she was good at what she did. You were more comfortable hanging back, even if that meant sharing the space with the droid who so blatantly disliked you. You were always able to keep yourself busy, and really the only times you needed to interact with ND-5 was when Kay requested it. Like now.

“She is still at the workbench,” you heard ND-5’s deep, modulated voice come from the cockpit. He may be a droid, but he sure as hell learned to cadence his speech to appropriately deliver what he was trying to relay. You shook your head and took a centering breath before you made your way into the cockpit. ND was still seated in the co-pilot's seat, as he always was, as he spoke with Kay on the comm. His head slightly turned upon hearing you enter.

“I’m here, Kay,” you call out, rolling your eyes at the back of the droid’s head. You took a seat in the pilot’s chair, and kicked up your legs, resting them up against the console. “Didn’t you just leave? ND bothering you already?”

“I have narrowed down a few systems that–” ND-5 paused, his head turned in your direction. “Get off of the console.”

“ND,” came Kay’s mock scolding voice. You could picture her facial expression. “Be nice. Now, what were you saying about those systems?”

You tucked your legs onto the seat instead, holding your knees close to your chest and spun back and forth as the conversation carried on. ND and Kay went back and forth about the systems that he’d mapped out without you, and you remained silent for the most part, biting your tongue. Kay disconnected a couple minutes later, but not after tossing out another reminder to get along with one another.

“So,” you started, dropping your boots into the ground with a thud and resting your elbows against your knees. “I know we told Kay we’d work together on that, but it looks like you already went ahead and did everything yourself instead.”

“Yes,” he told you flatly, clicking away on the datapad held in his long, metal fingers. While you were busy playing with your blaster, I got to work on what was requested.”

“That’s not– Kay had just left!” You practically shouted, but ND didn’t spare you a glance. You sat up straighter. “I know we don’t see eye to eye, and we don’t exactly get along the way crewmates should.” You sighed, trying to calm yourself down. “But I pull my weight, and Kay likes having me here. I made one mistake months ago and I have been trying to prove myself to you but you won’t even let me do that!

ND-5 visibly froze as you stood up, but didn't bother to look toward you. You stepped over to where he was sitting, more words buzzing on your tongue. “And if all this animosity toward me is your way of trying to get me to leave, then you may just get what you wanted. I don’t know what your problem with me is.”

None of the anger died with those last words, but you decided to save your breath and go back to what you’d been doing before – but before you could make it all the way out of the cockpit, ND’s voice arrested you in place.

“Do you really want to know?”

The way it sounded so genuine sobered you, and when you turned around, ND was actually looking at you. It was your turn to be frozen as he stood up, his imposing height towering over you. You felt like shrinking, your chest tightening at the mere way ND was looking down at you. Anxiously, you awaited his next words as you could practically see the gears turning and springs bouncing in his head.

It dawned on you that you’d never stood this close to him before. Strange, you thought, because you do live on the same ship.

“You… are a distraction.”

You narrow your eyes, and swallow hard. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He looked away.

“...Nevermind.”

“ND-5, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You huffed in frustration. “You know what? You’re distracting me from “playing” with my blaster,” you tossed out his own words back at him. “Fuck this.”

You turned to leave the cockpit, but ND’s metal fingers found their place wrapped around your arm. He didn’t yank you, or apply serious pressure as you know he probably could have without even realizing, but the gesture definitely stopped you in your tracks. He had never touched you before, not even with the fabric of his trench coat whenever he would walk by. You couldn’t face ND, too concerned with the way your face heated up at the contact of the cool metal against your skin.

He spoke your name, quietly, and the sound of it made your heart skip a beat.

“I can hear a lot,” he started to elaborate. “My audio sensors can pick up what organic hearing sometimes cannot.”

You finally turned around, feeling even smaller than before with how close he was to you. ND could probably sense how heated your skin was. You were embarrassed now, too – flames kindling all over your body. Never would you have ever predicted that you’d feel this heated from something other than anger and frustration with ND. A new feeling emerged from somewhere deep within you – a lust that must have crawled its way out.

Your throat felt dry. This was new.

“...And?”

“I cannot get the sounds you made out of my memory banks.”

You were in shock. ND-5 could hear you – late at night in the semi-privacy of your little alcove bunk. As quiet as you always were–something you’d always take precautions with–proved to be futile when in the proximity of a droid, one who was actually able to speak to you about it – a droid who was apparently making you feel… desire.

“I did resent having to save you from those Imps,” he continued. “But I have, unexpectedly, found myself intrigued by you.”

You raised a brow and instinctually bit your lip.

“Oh? Is that the case?”

“Yes. I have often calculated how I could pull those sounds from you myself. That is why you are a distraction.”

You were still in shock, even more so than before. You could say it all made sense now – why ND kept you at such a distance, why he shut you down with disapproving comments and taking it upon himself to complete tasks solo, rather than working alongside you. You could say it made sense, and maybe this was your way to bridge things with ND, to make things amicable with him for the first time.

This was never something you’d consider before. There never was an attraction until now and it’s growing rapidly, beyond your control. You figure that all the resentment you harbored for him in retaliation was the catalyst – and now you need to fuck it all out of your system. He’s a droid… but maybe that was a good thing.

“Tell me,” you cautiously prodded. Nerves and the newfound desire fought for the reins. “What, um, calculations have you made?”

He was so close that for the first time you could hear the faintest of whirs in even the smallest of his movements. “This is a surprise,” ND noted with a cadence in his tone to match. “I never calculated that you would inquire about this.”

“Well.” The drive took over, and with the newfound confidence, your palm rested on his cool metal chest, just below the jagged scar. You glanced up. “I am.”

ND froze, as if he were computing his next move.

Maybe you were making a fool of yourself. It wasn’t like you woke up this morning already pining for the droid, and even now, you weren’t even sure how it would work – but something in the back of your head screamed at you, that ND knew exactly how it would all play out – and that tempted you to your detriment.

“Good,” he said quietly and in a way that meant no backing out now. Raising his arm, ND dragged a finger down your cheek and cradled your jaw. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears. “Get against the console.”

You blinked at him. “I thought you didn’t like it when I–” The wordless stare you were leveled with was enough to jolt you with the realization. A devious, knowing smile grew on your lips. “–Oh.”

“If you are going to be a brat–” His hold on your chin tightened. “–Then this will not continue.”

“C’mon, ND. Admit it.” You sauntered over to the console when he released you, arching your back and presenting yourself. It was cheap, and you felt a little embarrassed by it, but you’d tossed all caution to the wind. “You like it when I talk back, don’t you?”

ND-5 shook his head. “Tell yourself whatever you would like.”

The sounds that came from his metal feet hitting the ship’s floor never sounded so loud and imposing until now. Each thud against the floor flooded you with more and more anticipation, and if you could really focus, it almost seemed like he was purposefully taking his time making his way over to you. Maybe that was part of it, part of his calculations. Whatever it was, it was working. Your cunt clenched around nothing, and you felt your underwear dampen.

You held your breath until you felt his hands on you, then everything came to a halt. He spoke your name again – entirely too soft and genuine and a huge contrast to the way he’d say your name before today. Your heart skipped another beat, and you turned your head over your shoulder.

“Are… you sure you want this,” he asked. A check-in. A final confirmation. You could not recall any other time when you’d been asked something like this. You were filled with gratitude, and it blindsided you. You weren’t sure how to respond, but your defensive instinct to rub ND the wrong way was prominent, and it kicked in quickly.

After all, you were pretty good at it.

“Who knew you could be so considerate?” you teased.

An audible sigh came from behind you. “What did I say about being a brat?”

“Fine.” With a deep breath, and with everything within you screaming for you to give in to this, you nodded your head. “I want this.” You took another breath, and offered up just a little more. “I… need this.”

“Yes, you do.”

From the right you saw him toggle a switch, and the viewport’s transparisteel tinted before your eyes. The outside light still filtered into the cockpit, however the privacy settling ensured nobody on the outside could see in.

ND’s hands were on you again, the length of his fingers closing around your hips. He gripped them, offering up more pressure than he had on your arm before. His hands don’t stay in place long; soon the fingers were sliding down and around your front, pausing again where you were practically throbbing.

“If I alternate between rubbing and applying pressure on and off right… here–” ND told you, his fingers having somehow found your clit even from over your pants, “–You will be making those same noises for me in a matter of moments.”

You grin to yourself. “Try it, then.”

A thoughtful hum is what he offered in response, and just as it was spoken, ND started to slide a single finger between your legs, adding pressure to right where your clit was, and repeated the motions. You were so worked up that it didn’t take long for you to start letting your moans fall freely, giving in to exactly what he had calculated. Even though it was so much, it still somehow wasn't enough, and you couldn't help but start to rock your hips against him, dragging your ass against the cool metal of his body that was caging you in as his hand remained cradled between your legs.

“You really did need it. Look at you,” he praised. “Keep going. Take it.”

Never had you ever considered just how lethal ND-5’s voice could be. The rich, modulated sound of it shot straight through you. You felt like an exposed nerve, and every little sound and touch was electrifying. It had been far too long since you’d gotten off with a partner – but this – this was something else entirely. You started to sweat from the exertion, and the entirety of your body being clothed became too much.

“ND,” you breathed out his name and paused your movements, pathetically tugging on your shirt. “Get this off of me.”

“Not yet,” he countered, much to your chagrin. You sighed in frustration and started to undress yourself, but he gripped you tighter. “You were close, weren’t you? Finish first, then I will comply with your request.”

You were much too worked up to argue, but he was right – you were close. Relinquishing yourself again to ND’s process quickly built you right back up to where you’d been before, and with shaky legs, you practically collapsed with the intensity of it all. It was barely several seconds later when his hands disappeared and his heavy footfalls moved from behind you, and when you picked yourself up off the console and turned your head, you saw ND sat right back in his seat, spun to face out. The trench coat he wore was pushed back behind him, giving you clear access to those metal legs. Realization dawned on you once again, and you were partially ashamed to admit to yourself just how eager you’d become.

“Over here.”

Still clearing the stars from your eyes, you slowly made your way over to him, awaiting instruction.

“What would you like me to remove?”

“All of it,” you told him in a voice far too breathy. ND cocked his head at that, but obliged. You kicked off your boots, unclasped your holster, and shrugged off your jacket, but ND handled the rest, carefully peeling off your shirt then your pants and tossed them over to the other chair. You stood there in only your bra and underwear, mentally batting away the sudden shyness that threatened to creep up and out. You knew there was a huge wet patch staining your underwear, and ND visibly took note.

“Very good,” ND praised. It was simple, but enough, and it brought your confidence back. He patted his lap. “Sit.”

That one word turned you into a picture of obedience. You straddled his leg, your sticky and heated skin pleasantly bitten by the metal.

“What else did you calculate?” You took off your bra then, and threw it to join the rest of your clothes.

“That you would be able to reach orgasm just like this.”

“Like how?” you asked coyly.

“Hold on to me here,” ND instructed. He directed your hands to rest on his shoulders, the rough material of the trench coat beneath your palms. “Yes. Good.”

“Then?”

ND said your name in warning. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You think this is funny,” ND commented flatly. He pinched your nipple, and it hurt. You yelped in surprise, and he shook his head – displeased.

“Now take it, or get off of me. We don’t have all day.”

Your jaw dropped at his words, but your grip on him strengthened. “Fuck, okay.”

“You have the mouth of a pirate,” he added.

Leaned back in the seat, ND rested his hands on your hips and kept them there as you dragged your soaked pussy against the hard metal of his leg. You could hold on to ND as hard as you could and you’d break your own fingers before he’d feel a thing, so you used that to your advantage, riding his leg quick and rough while clinging to his shoulders for purchase. His bulk and solid weight made it so that he barely budged while you moved, but the seat squeaked rapidly, and it echoed throughout the cockpit along with your heavy breaths.

“Touch me, ND.”

It was almost comical how he looked down at where his hands were grabbing your rocking hips, then back up at you, like a huge question mark hung in the air above his head.

“Touch me here,” you clarified, guiding his hand to your chest. “Like what you did before, but not so hard.”

“Understood.”

ND took over then, your breasts held within his large fingers. You looked down, savoring the sight of his metal digits bending at the joints as he groped you. You kept rocking against his leg, your clit catching against the fabric of your underwear. Moans and whimpers fell freely from between your lips, and ND just sat there taking it all in as you continued to inch your way toward another orgasm.

“You’re close again,” ND noted matter-of-factly. “I can tell. The sounds you make get breathier, and higher in pitch.”

You were too far gone to make any type of comment back, sarcastic or otherwise, but he was right once again. You felt it in your toes, a tingle that shot all the way up your legs and to your chest where his fingers started to experimentally twist and pull at your nipples. It felt so good that you could cry, and after another few moments of the same repeated motions, you did. Tears of pleasure started to stream down your cheeks, and your pussy started to clench uncontrollably against his leg. Your legs quivered and your chest rapidly flexed with your breaths. Almost as if you’d forgotten who you were with, your head fell forward and you rested your cheek against the unscarred surface of his chest as you caught your breath.

ND spoke your name, and you shot up.

“Sorry– I–”

“It’s all right,” he offered. “That was intense for you.”

Smug.

You ignored the comment and made it on your feet, but felt a huge wave of embarrassment come over you as you looked down to ND’s leg, where streaks of your release had made it through your underwear and ended up stained on the metal.

“Let me, uh, get that.”

Despite your weak legs, you quickly redressed and ran over to the kitchen for a rag. Rather than heading right back to the cockpit, you took a moment to stand there in the daunting silence, a million thoughts bouncing around in your head. Did this actually fix anything? Or did this ruin everything? As if you’d been doused in ice-cold water, all of the pleasure you’d experienced and the thrum of adrenaline was gone in seconds, insead replaced with regret and concern. Everything came rushing back to the forefront of your mind, and mixed emotions with it all. ND-5 didn’t want you as part of the crew. He never did. He put up with you living on the Trailblazer and working the jobs with them because he trusted Kay, but that was it. You were a distraction, and now, arguably, you were an even bigger one.

You didn’t want to take too long. When you finally came back, ND’s head followed your every move, and he continued to stare as you wiped him off. He couldn’t read your mind, but you knew how analytical he was. Calculating. Always assessing. It made you tense.

Breaking the palpable silence, ND said your name for the fourth time. Not that you were keeping count.

“I don’t hate you.”

Caught by surprise, and suddenly a little irritable now, you backed away from him as if you'd been burned. You would have been angry before. Now, you felt lost.

“It doesn’t matter.”

You tossed the rag to the side, somewhere you’d be able to remember to grab it to dispose of later.

“You are part of the crew,” he reminded you. “It does matter.”

You didn’t have anything else to say. In fact, you were so overwhelmed with too many emotions and feelings alike, that you just wanted to retreat to the semi-privacy of your bunk and wait it out until Kay came back to naturally break this newly uncovered tension.

“Come back here,” ND called after you. “We need to talk.”

You stopped in your tracks and whipped around to face him. After all these months, now he wants to talk? You were more confused now than anything, and didn’t really have the energy to be angry, but your defensive instinct to start swinging quickly took over.

“About what, ND? You say you don’t hate me, but you sure as hell don’t want me here.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you here. You are a dis–”

“A distraction, yes, you’ve said that. Message received, ND.” You shook your head dismissively, waving your hands in the air. “There isn’t much more to discuss.”

“I’m sorry.”

That was the first time you’d heard ND apologize to you for anything, and some of the stronger feelings diffused. ND’s heavy footfalls came toward you, and he said your name again, only this time, you truly listened.

“I meant it when I said that I resented saving you,” he began. “But you are here for a reason. I trust Kay, and she trusts you. That is enough for me.”

“I see.” You look down at your boots. Your face felt hot again as you recalled what had started all of this. “And I didn’t intend for you to, uh, hear me.”

“I know that, and you cannot control how distracting you are.”

You shook your head, unable to hide the grin that grew on your lips. You plopped down into the pilot’s seat and looked up at ND. “Well, what now?”

“We work together to do our job,” he supplied, and took his place in his seat once again. A holomap appeared in a brilliant blue light, illuminating the cockpit. A few planets were at the forefront, the ones that ND had picked out. “Let’s get to work.”

You pulled up the same holomap on your end, but kept your eyes on your crewmate. “So, will you make it easier for me now?”

“Only if you stop being a brat.”

You chuckle. “I can’t make any promises.”

ND audibly sighs, conceding with a head shake. “I didn't expect anything less.”

#djarrex writes #ND-5 x reader #star wars outlaws #ND-5

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danwhobrowses · 29 days ago

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One Piece Chapter 1144 - Initial Thoughts

And we're back a little early

Elbaf is waking up to the threat at hand but Loki is down for the count, so let's see what Oda has in store for us again

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release too

Unsurprisingly, Who's Who's crew and cat harem are beaten up off-screen by Yamato, allowing Minatomo and the women to be freed

Maybe Yamato should now steal the cat harem, it'd be a waste to leave a cat harem just lying around

We are alas, blueballed in classic Oda fashion about Loki's insinuation last chapter - maybe he's saving it for the round number - instead we are with Franky and the lovely miss Ripley

Ripley has shown something that surprises even Franky

Oh! It's a building, but its architecture is more like a factory, and it has a robot head on the top, but it's very overgrown too

Ripley brought Franky here with him in mind, being a cyborg and all

That does indeed bode a question, how does a facility crop up in a land of warriors?

Lilith and Bonney are here too! Which at least means they're safe from the bustle happening at the Walrus School they were last seen

Lilith was gonna show Franky this place too, so Vegapunk didn't build it

Turns out they got lost and found this place XD what did they take directions from Zoro?

What the? Lilith estimates that this facility has been around for 3,000 years!

3,000! So that's not even Void Century stuff guys, this could be First World shit right here! Was the Ancient Kingdom Egghead based itself off also basing itself off an Ancienter Kingdom!?

None of the locals know the origins of the building, and since the oldest one is half a millennium old it could very well have existed for thousands of years

Lilith's interest is piqued, and thus this will be her base of operations - likely completely nixing her from being a prospective nakama

Before Franky can investigate it too though, Bonney spots a nightmare

The group are attacked by the evil thundercloud, Franky thinks it's just something from Elbaf, but even Ripley is shocked by this foreign thing

In the Western Village, the Draugr bears over the feasting and still drunk giants, who attempt to sober up and prepare to fight

It seems they've clocked onto the fact that it comes from children's imagination

But they're without the Chiefs, Dorry and Brogy, who are 'holed up in the privy'

Brook come on lad, it's not a giant you

The giants seem concerned about the crew, but Usopp - sobered and thus a little quietly - insists on fighting

Colon is at the village, so he was safe from the kidnapping, but he is refused - rightfully - by the adults from fighting, despite his insistence that he's his father's son

Nami decides to fess up to Jarul

By the sounds of it she's left out the Loki stuff, only telling him about the guards being attacked - who verify the appearances of Gunko and Shamrock

They note the weird ability and Jinbe makes the clear 'if it's a weird ability it's likely a Devil Fruit'

Jarul sends more giants to search for two non-Straw Hat humans, but Brook has a hunch that it's more than two intruders - you could say he feels it in his bones yohoho

Nami remains true to the rule that you fuck with kids she'll rip your throat out

Usopp is also thinking about the motive, expecting a bigger plan to be hatching as a result of the kidnapping

Jinbe requests a ship to help, but Jarul insists they hide somewhere else and let them deal with it

Asking a Yonko crew to sit back is kinda sus ngl...

Once again we get told that Dorry and Brogy are stuck in the privy

Jinbe and Usopp agree that while the giants are capable, they deal with giant threats, so they should be allowed to deal with normal-sized threats

The problem however is that they can't travel on anything supersized without a giant

Enter Colon, who's ecstatic that the crew isn't planning on stopping him, but he has to be captain

On a Svald ship the Colon Pirates set off

While this is not the first child to involve themselves directly in a One Piece arc it is a wee bit careless of Nami, Usopp, Jinbe and Brook to lead a child into the battlefield

New announcements come about the intruding humans, all while Gunko listens to some tunes

Seems that she listens to music after every meal, but refuses the claim that it's a ritual

Huh, I guess it is weird to see headphones in the One Piece world, outside of Uta at least, it's called a TD (they don't explain what it stands for but it's probably something like Transponder Deck)

Sommers keeps teasing her and gets hit, but Killingham asks her favourite song

Surprisingly, her favourite is New World: Brook's song before he left Sabaody

Sommers continues to tease but Killingham reprimands him, so Sommers shifts his attention back to Saul's efforts to stop the kids

This time, Saul is using shields to prevent himself from getting stabbed and stop the kids from walking into the fire

He succeeds in stopping the kids, but the thorns start pressing into the children behind them

Robin is abhorred by the tactic, and surmises that it must be a devil fruit at work - and they must be close by

Saul tries a new plan, this time he'll lasso a child at the back

And it succeeds! Pulling him out of the line, not sure if it pulls him out of the trajectory because Gunko did make a big deal to Loki about how only she can alter it

Alas, Saul's success puts him at the mercy of the nightmare Fenrir

Ange tells Kiba about more monster sightings, and they - again - surmise that it's a fruit ability

The Draugr is defeated by some of the drunk giants, but they did have some trouble

They're immediately jumped by Nidhoggr - which looks just like the dragon in Punk Hazard - and the Dapper Ghost

The giants prepare to flee, but Dorry and Brogy come in with a Hakoku to wipe out the nightmares

They're back from the privy - why didn't anyone tell us that's where they were? - where they sobered up after hurling

The rest of the Giant Warrior Pirates are also with them, using the Svalr mode of their ship

In addition, Gaban is here to join the fight, inspiring the locals' confidence

So at the least things are happening

It wasn't a bad chapter in the slightest, we are drawing some more lines that do make sense, it just also feels like we're at a simmer when it should be a boiling point.

I mean Ripley showing Franky this 3000 year old facility is big, it's a massive deal that such technology predates the ancient kingdom by so much and can give us so many questions and answers in the long run. But she's barely reactive to word that the kids have been kidnapped, idk I guess I wanna see Ripley kick some ass.

There was probably a bit too much repetition too, I get not everyone gets the same information at the same time, but usually you can spread it out. For Dorry and Brogy in the privy it does work for rule of three, but 'this is the work of a devil fruit' probably didn't need to be said 3 times.

I am on the fence with Gunko being a Soul King fan too, on the one hand it seems nuanced to show that the God's Knights have a dynamic with each other, even if they're scum to everyone else, but also; they're scum, to everyone else! I praised Oda last chapter for reminding the audience that they're unlikable but this felt like it reset it a bit, I don't vibe with the idea of them being redeemable right now either. Sommers' thorn stuff is still a problem, but the arrival of Fenrir should at least give Robin and Chopper the floor to do some fighting, same with Franky and Ripley against the thundercloud. I'm curious what the 'Colon Pirates' are gonna do, if they're investigating and looking for the God's Knights it could be them who fight the trio, but it still puts Colon in danger - I do partly wish Usopp was still drunk through this, it seems he's quickly sobered up. I remain wary of Jarul as well, and still curious about the Loki stuff that we didn't touch on.

So yeah, the wheels are turning but a bit less repetition would've helped the chapter for me, still a good one though.

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princesskenny1998 · 6 months ago

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MHA | Bakugou Katsuki x f!confident!reader ~ Attention, PT. 4

It’s late when Bakugou’s phone buzzes again, the screen lighting up with a notification. It’s another message from you, and even before he reads it, he knows it’s going to push him over the edge. You’d been teasing him for days now, messages and pictures that escalated from playful to straight-up provocative and pornographic. And for a guy with a short fuse and an even shorter tolerance for games, he was reaching his breaking point.

"Hey," the message read. "Just me here tonight. Place feels a little empty." Alongside the message was a picture of you, comfortably sprawled out on your bed but unmistakably flirty, the angle just right so he could see the top of your, very naked, breasts, to suggest more without showing too much. It’s enough to snap any last bit of patience he might have been clinging to.

He typed his response without hesitation: "On my way."

Stuffing his phone in his pocket, slipping in his shoes and stuffing the nix if condoms in his backpack, he strode down the hallway of the dorm, an air of purpose in his step that could only mean one thing. As he passed by the common room, he could feel the curious eyes of his classmates on him. Kirishima, lounging on the couch with Sero and Kaminari, looked up, immediately sensing something was up.

"Hey, Bakubro," Kirishima called out, a smirk forming as he leaned over the back of the couch. "Where are you heading off to this late?"

Bakugou glanced back, his glare half-hearted as he paused in the doorway. "Going to see someone. Got a problem with that?" His voice held its usual bite, but there was a flicker of something else—excitement, maybe, or anticipation.

The smirk on Kirishima’s face turned into a grin. "Ooooh, so you're actually going to meet her?"

Kaminari's eyebrows shot up, and he looked between Kirishima and Bakugou with dawning realization. "Wait, her? Like, the girl you were telling us about, Kiri? Damn, Bakugou, didn’t think you’d actually go for it!"

Sero, ever the instigator, joined in with a low whistle. "Well, well, look who’s got game after all."

Bakugou’s jaw clenched, but there was no hiding the slight flush to his cheeks. He rolled his eyes, muttering, "Shut it, losers," before turning and heading toward the door. Their laughter and whoops followed him out, only egging him on as he stepped into the cool night air, a single thought running through his mind: Finally.

Meanwhile, back at your place, you were starting to second-guess your own actions. When you’d sent that last message, you hadn’t actually expected Bakugou to take it so seriously. After all, you’d been flirting back and forth, sending playful messages and dropping hints for a while now, but it had all felt safe—just enough to keep him interested without crossing any lines.

But now, staring at his last response, a thrill of panic mixed with excitement shot through you. He was actually coming over.

“Oh god,” you muttered, pacing around your room. You hadn’t anticipated him taking the bait so quickly. The messages had been a game, a way to keep things interesting and test his patience, but now that he was on his way, reality was setting in.

Part of you couldn’t help but laugh at yourself for underestimating him. For all his tough-guy posturing, he was still a boy, and apparently, you’d finally managed to get under his skin enough to provoke him into action.

A knock at the door jolted you out of your thoughts. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself, and went to open it, coming face-to-face with Bakugou, who stood there with a look that was equal parts annoyance and anticipation.

"You gonna invite me in or what?" he asked, arms crossed as he stared down at you, his usual fiery gaze even more intense than usual.

You swallowed, letting a smirk spread across your face to mask your nervousness. "Didn't think you'd actually come," you teased, stepping back to let him in.

Bakugou walked in, eyes scanning your place briefly before landing back on you. "You kept pushing. What did you expect?" His tone was matter-of-fact, but there was a heat behind it that sent a shiver down your spine.

Shrugging, you closed the door behind him, trying to maintain your composure. "Maybe I just wanted to see how long you'd hold out."

Bakugou scoffed, moving closer, his confidence taking over as he backed you up against the wall, dropping his backpack to the floor. "Guess you got your answer."

You bit your lip, heart pounding as he closed the distance between you. "Yeah… guess I did."

His hand found your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. For a brief moment, the two of you locked eyes, and all the teasing and playful banter faded, replaced by something raw and electric. And then, with a low growl, Bakugou leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was heated and demanding, filled with all the pent-up tension that had been building between you.

You responded eagerly, fingers tangling in his shirt as you pulled him closer. The intensity of his touch was almost overwhelming, and you couldn’t help but wonder why you’d ever thought he’d be anything less than completely in control when he finally made his move.

As his lips moved against yours, you could feel the weight of every unspoken word, every unsent message, in the way he kissed you—like he was making up for lost time. And in that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything else.

After what felt like an eternity, Bakugou pulled back, his breath coming in short bursts as he looked down at you with a smirk. "So," he said, voice low and rough, "still think this was just a game?"

You laughed softly, feeling a rush of confidence as you leaned up to kiss him again. "I don't know, Katsuki," you whispered against his lips. "Are you up for the challenge?"

His eyes flashed with determination, and without another word, he pulled you back into a kiss, both of you fully aware that this was only the beginning.

#x reader #bakugou katsuki #series #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #mha x you #mha bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader

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inposterumcumgaudio · 21 days ago

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Clothes Make the Character - Part 2

You know how I said Arthur's Proper Suit was designed to remind you of the iconic dark brown black and white rowing jacket in The Prisoner? So the architecture on the island that Number Six is imprisoned on is styled predominantly to look like an Italian resort town. The reason why Number Six is given a rowing jacket is because the rest of the uniform (mockneck, straw boater hat, khaki pants, and deck shoes) is built around this idea of the people held captive here living out their days as if on perpetual holiday.

Aside from its appropriateness to vacationing in Italian villas, the rowing jacket was originally seen on prep school and university campuses. Rowing crew members wore such jackets in the colors of their school or rowing club, particularly with regard to the piping (or braiding). So it also has collegiate context.

We're using James to show off the outfit because Roger is doing something like this every time you see him.

Their outfit is a re-textured Wellie Suit with turtleneck (you can tell by the single pocket on the left side; the Proper Suit has two). The buttons and braiding on the sleeves have notably been recolored a metallic gold (for real, there's actual shine on them), although in first person view, Roger's braiding lacks this and is simply colored yellow. They both accessorize with a blue-brimmed white naval beret.

When you get to They Came From Below, that's when you get to see the real difference between Roger and James. James apparently comes from very humble beginnings affording him little in the way of aspiration. Roger, on the other hand, is educated, fluent in multiple languages (several of them dead), and went to "the best schools". This tells us that Roger came from money. Boat-owning money. The kind of money that turns the word "summer" into a verb. The kind of money that summers in Italy.

Had it not been for the war, I rather expect Roger would have completed his schooling and set out to the see the world. And the way to do that at this point in time was largely still by sea, not air. And he'd want to do it in proper appointments. Roger wants for adventure, but not danger. He's a Howard Carter, not a Rudyard Kipling. Here for a good time, not a hard time (unless...?)

The naval theme might also just be an easy gag. These guys are "in the Navy" if you know what I mean. The ol' Irish Navy. It'd be a bit of a lowbrow joke, but even Roger canonically isn't too good for that.

But if this outfit speaks more to Roger's character on the whole, then why does James also wear it? Are they one of those strangely codependent couples who have decided to inexplicably start dressing like twins?

Well, you might think that... if you forgot that this relationship is actually a weirdly codependent threesome.

I've given you the evolution of Dr. Faraday to illustrate something about her for you: from the alpha on, Dr. Faraday was meant to have a sense of style. She's wearing the white sunglasses in that first image, even though she was indoors. Very Anna Wintour. They probably nixed that idea because it makes her look like she's in the Rapture Family and because regular glasses are more suggestive of her scientific genius character.

She does look a bit dowdy in her main game appearance since she's just wearing the labcoat variation of the Wellette dress, but she is also being held prisoner out in the Garden District or working in the remains of her exploded lab here, depending on if you're Arthur or Sally.

I think the version of her we see in They Came From Below is the one that she'd consider her stock outfit. It's thematically similar to Sally's (high contrast with the white being quite bright and clean), although this might just be to make her visually consistent with the polished aesthetics of her facility. They re-textured the blocky glasses red for her which is a Statement. Love that for her, honestly. But most notably for our purposes, she's got a tidy row of shiny gold buttons down her labcoat.

Do you know why it takes her so damn long to saunter out from behind the portal machine when you tap on the glass? Narratively, it's because she's arguably the most valuable person in Wellington Wells and even if she's a prisoner in her own laboratory, you're still on her time and at her mercy. But practically, it's because she uses the same walk animation as the models in the design center.

Now I don't think she actually spends a lot of time thinking about the way she looks, but she does care about it. She wears her Happy Face mask even though no one's gonna see her but Roger, James, and Constable Hickinbotham. Roger and James still wear their masks, even though the only people who will see them will attack them on sight for it. She understands the importance of presentation and even weaponizes it (spitefully making the Jubilator look like a teapot because she felt designing it was beneath her).

So I posit that Roger's and James' outfits are actually a uniform she had commissioned for them. Perhaps Roger made some suggestions that gave it the nautical (dare I say Ralph Lauren) bent, but it still features Dr. Faraday's use of gold buttons and her appreciation for stripes (dare I even say Jean Paul Gaultier Le Male stripes). And as for James, he is not going to argue with his boss about uniforms or his boyfriend about aesthetics.

As an aside, now's probably a good time to compare her approach to fashion - as a scientist and as a woman - to Sally's. Like, Sally understands that presentation is important too, but she seems to take no pleasure in it for its own sake. It's a thing she does to keep men interested. Faraday, conversely, has no interest at all in men and yet maintains her appearance. I find that very relatable personally! She's doing it because that is the way she wants to to be seen, in a way similar to Constable Peters and his mustache.

Nick's a little funny in that he actually starts out in a variation of his stock outfit and the first quest in his DLC is ultimately to find a clean set of clothes. While functionally, the blue suit is not much different from the maroon, it is a little symbolic that he wakes up in an outfit we don't know him for (and indeed he doesn't know himself since it's covered in blood) and wants to get into his more familiar and recognizable color scheme.

This is also the one exception to the first-person-until-the-end rule. Here, we need to see that Nick is covered in blood and so his opening cutscene is shot in third-person.

This initial blue version of his outfit as well as his stock maroon outfit... are actually just the Proper Suit re-textured again. They attached frills to the cuffs on the jacket, colored over the trim on the wrists, and pinned a jabot on the neck to hide the tie underneath. Give it a bolder color and some striped pants and you've got a completely different outfit.

Such is the power of accessorizing! Let this be a lesson. If you're building a wardrobe on a budget, get modular base pieces you can mix and match and then use accessories to change their context.

While we're here, know that the maid outfit arms are also just black proper suit sleeves with frills attached backwards. Goddamn, were they crafty with their materials.

Anyway, Nick's actual stock outfit.

This interpretation of the Proper Suit, Nick's Fab Threads, is meant to remind us of Austin Powers' velvet suit. It's almost exactly that outfit, save for the striped pants which give Nick a bit of borrowed Rolling Stones flair (which they were not subtle about alluding to). The Stones tended towards a leaner, more Wellish silhouette than Austin Powers does (recall that Powers is actually from 1967 so his style is heading into the 70's). While Mick Jagger always gets the credit for his fashion sense, I think the striped pants are actually more Keith Richards. An apt design choice, all things considered. No shit, though, I literally, just yesterday, saw a video of Iron Butterfly performing "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" and there was a guy wearing Nick's exact outfit in it. That would be 1968 so Nick's ahead of his time. Or rather Davy Hackney is.

Hackney also wears a variation of this ensemble, swapping the striped pants for marigold ones, brightening the hue of the jacket up to fuchsia, and forgoing the white piping. Compared to Sally, who he dresses in his strangest confabulations, Davy apparently dresses Nick in a played up, showier version of his own style. It shows a bit of how he sees their different value in marketing. He gives both of them his haute couture designs, but Sally gets the designs he never intends to sell, while Nick gets designs that will eventually be edited and refined to become part of his ready-to-wear lines. Considering what a merchandising machine Nick is, this follows perfectly.

The jabot, though, I think takes the ensemble in a Biba/Vivienne Westwood direction. Westwood didn't really come into the scene properly until the late 70's and this fashion trend doesn't even pick up until the 80's, but the reason I think this bears mention is there is one other person in Wellington Wells who wears this outfit.

Cap'n Strawbeard, the New Romantic.

Strawbeard's version of the outfit is very pared down, no piping, a drab brown to match his tricorn hat, the jabot necessary not only to tell you this guy is a pirate, but also (again) to hide that there's a tie on the model underneath it.

Although we're never really given a reason to compare these guys in game, I do think it's kind of interesting that Nick is courting the beginnings of what would become New Romantic fashion. Vivienne Westwood's 1981 Pirate collection is when the subculture starts approaching the mainstream, so having an inexplicable pirate character in the game who happens to wear the same outfit as the rock star is sort of like a nod to how music and fashion move in tandem. The color schemes of both Strawbeard and Nick's outfits are already starting to rebel from pop art brights and minimalism and shifting into the ornamentation and richer jewel/earth tones that Biba began popularizing in the late 60's.

One other thing about this that I think is worth noting is that Cap'n Strawbeard seems to have the only outfit in Wellington Wells with universal conformity. He was apparently able to wear it in the Garden District with no problems and he can wear it in the Village as well. He was supposed to have a quest for Arthur in which, if given enough scotch, he would admit to stealing from Wellies and giving his spoils to Wastrels so part of this may be that he has enough social capital out there to get a pass. But it's also fun to consider that Cap'n Strawbeard might be the only person who's struck the balance between polished enough for the Village and scrubby enough for the Garden District.

Last but certainly not least, Victoria.

I mentioned once before that I think if she had the ability to shop them, she'd be a big fan of Hermès. Their long heritage and foundations as a saddlery are a perfect match to the equestrian aspects of her design.

I also think she'd like Burberry too. Her color scheme is very similar to their signature checker print (just in different proportions) and her concept art even had a subtle checked pattern on her coat. Though not as old as Hermés, Burberry also has the benefit of being English and having practical origins in making water resistant outdoor attire, which speaks to her desire to appear of the people.

And just because I like the detail, her boots have Louboutin's trademark red soles, despite his only having been born that year (and despite that you will certainly never see the bottom of her shoes).

I also talked about Victoria's aesthetic in relation to her interior decorating, but a lot of the same principles apply to her fashion sense.

To reiterate, Victoria's design speaks to both her admiration of her father and her extreme desire to maximize her English heritage and minimize her Indian one. Because she wants to appear a proper English lady, she has sublimated her father's militarism for more feminine equestrian affectations (there are no horses in Wellington Wells), to the end of commanding her offices and subordinates with the same authority that he does the Victory Memorial Camp.

Her outfit is unique to her, with few direct comparisons to other characters. Obviously there's some commonality with General Byng; at its most basic, both outfits consist of a jacket, waistcoat, a shirt with a tie, and pants. Since Victoria's playing to a different audience than he is and utilizing more soft power, she's re-contextualized the ensemble for her uses.

Byng's outfit is very front heavy. Waistcoat with a row of gold buttons, piped lapels, the scarf about his shoulders, even a single Albert pocket watch chain. All this layering on the front of what is otherwise a dark, closed off column telegraphs his being guarded there. It follows from his background as a military man; his life is about confrontation and he expects to be approached from the front so all his armor is there.

Victoria's outfit is also front heavy, but it's also much more open. Her waistcoat is abbreviated, covering only the vital organs and leaving the soft white spots of her stomach and décolletage exposed and her jacket is practically bursting open. Part of this is that she's one of the few women in town eating well enough to have any kind of rack worth speaking of, but it's also to convey that she is open and approachable in the way that a diplomat, not a general, should be. But her (gabardine perhaps?) jacket is long in the back, to protect herself from whatever might be sneaking up her. She certainly has no intention of turning around to see.

The pants are a bit of a bold choice for a Wellette. Aside from Sally, Victoria is the only woman in the town who wears pants. In the context of a world that still views pants as improper for women, Victoria choosing them is a signal, that though she loves and enjoys the rigid rules of society, her position is situated above it and she may disregard those rules if she so chooses.

One other thing that I think is interesting about Victoria's outfit re: Sally is that they could have given Victoria the jockey helmet instead. The choice of the bowler hat though, I think, is a lot like giving Dr. Faraday nerd glasses. The bowler hat is the hint that Victoria is, ultimately, a bureaucrat. Her primary occupation is overseeing office work, not diplomacy. So despite how thematically consistent the helmet would have been, Victoria doesn't actually have need of head protection the way Sally does since she's not venturing out from polite society.

There are two pieces missing between Victoria's stock outfit and her DLC one: the Happy Face mask and her gloves.

So Ollie actually removed her mask when he tied her up at her house. It would be a bit of a logistical question to be taping and untaping her mask. Also taking your mask off is a metaphor for dropping pretense, which is what Ollie was trying to accomplish there. So they just use her unmasked model in this scene, though this model still retains her gloves.

We know then that she left the house without her mask, but by the time you get to We All Fall Down, you may have forgotten that. Especially since Victoria's menu image shows her wearing it. the mask is part of how she sees herself and we're never given any reason to wonder about whether she gets a new one or not.

But her hands are presented to the player uncovered almost immediately.

They even put a ring on it to draw your attention. Hello, dear player, I know you were expecting bright red gloves, but instead I've given you a ring to look at. How special! What a treat!

Note how we can't see her nails at this point. Dohoho. We get to see those when she throws up for the first time. I don't have a picture of that on hand (oi oi oi) so here's one with her realizing shit's fucked instead.

The practical reason for the lack of gloves is that they are actually using a re-textured version of Sally's Garden District hands: cleaned up, given a deeper skin tone, and a slick of red polish. And you know, it's fun because red is her signature color, but like Sally, she paints her nails even if she's going to be wearing gloves. It's that presentation matters. Also kinda like that sign in the design center that says no one will know if you have makeup on under your mask, but you'll know. Also also Sailor Moon shit.

But aside from just another clever and economical use of existing assets, this is also a signal to the player that Victoria's finding out about herself.

Victoria was a particular proponent for the Happy Face mask because it enforced smiling, sure, but it also served a purpose for her personally. Recall from Prudence's diary:

I suppose she mustn't. She's not really English, is she? I wonder if she's really the daughter of a maharajah. She mustn't let anyone remember her skin is dark and her hair is dark and her eyes...

Victoria probably thought the Happy Face mask was a capital idea because it she could literally replace her othered brown face with a white one to match every one else's. The gloves serve this same purpose, to hide that her skin was brown from the people she is trying to lead.

Forgoing both of these accessories is the first step towards finally approaching the parts of herself that she'd turned her back on and disavowed all these years, the parts that are associated with her mother and India.

And when we get to the very end, her third person model has also shed her gloves. She's come to terms. And haven't we all by then?

#we happy few #roger bacon #nick lightbearer #victoria byng #sally boyle #general robert byng #davey hackney #cap'n strawbeard

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cornishkat · 1 year ago

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All I Want - One Shot

Bob Floyd x F!Reader

Warnings - just fluff, fluff and more fluff for Christmas.

Summary: Allegedly Bob has been flirting with you but both of you being idiots it takes Phoenix to give you both a little push.

“You do realise he is flirting with you”.

You almost choked on your drink as you stared incredulously at Phoenix who was sat across the table from you.

“Don’t be so ridiculous, he is not, why on earth would he be flirting with me”.

Making a dramatic sigh Phoenix put her head in her hands and shook it,

“Are you kidding me, he is crazy about you and that is him flirting. And I know that you feel the same way about him so don’t even try to deny it to me”.

“How I feel about him is irrelevant, he is not interested, and he is not flirting with me”

As Phoenix opened her mouth in protest but Bob came back from the bar with drinks and sat down with you both. You hadn’t lied to Phoenix about how you felt about him but there was no point in talking about it with her, she was convinced he liked you and just wanted the two of you to admit your feelings and get together. But as you looked across at him now, smiling while wearing a truly awful Christmas jumper. He turned his eyes to meet yours as he felt you watching him and his smiled widen. Did he like you, was Phoenix right had he been flirting with you when you just thought he was being friendly. As you felt heat spread through your cheeks you looked away, focusing your eyes on your drink in your hands.

“Right time for some singing, I hope you have all got your songs in. It is time to get Christmas started”.

“Phoenix no one needs to hear me sing, please do not inflict that on them”.

“Bob, I gave you plenty of warning you knew there would be Christmas karaoke. Y/N/N have you got your song in?”

“Not happening Nix, can’t we just get Rooster to play some songs on the piano and all sing along”.

No, we agreed on Christmas Karaoke, I tell you what if you sing Y/N/N I will let Bob off the hook”.

Bob looked at you pleadingly with his big blue eyes,

“Please Y/N/N”

“You owe me big time Floyd”.

“Anything you want, just please don’t make me have to get up there”.

Shaking your head, you turned to Phoenix to see a smug grin on her face,

“Not a word, let’s get this over with before Hangman sings another song”.

You watched Phoenix go to wrestle the mic off Hangman, taking a deep breath and shook your head at Bob.

“Thank you for this, I mean it anything you want Y/N/N”.

“It is a good job I like you Bob and I will hold you to that”.

Phoenix was bouncing up and down and grinning as you joined her, and she handed you the mic.

“OK song is ready to go”.

“What have you put on, I thought at least you would let me pick my own song” “Believe me what I have picked is perfect”.

And with that she bounced back to the table and sat next to Bob, as the music began to play. You smiled and shook your head as you recognised the music and realised exactly what Phoenix was up too. But there was no backing out of it now, so taking a deep breath you began to sing.

I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you

As you sang you made eye contact with Bob, his eyes held yours and widened as he realised what you were singing. Even with Phoenix digging him in the ribs and prodding at him he never broke the stare.

I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you You, baby

Stepping forward you reached out your arm and pointed at Bob and watched as a blush spread through his cheeks but still, he didn’t look away from you. Well even Bob could not be in any doubt that you were singing just for him, it was up to him now and if he didn’t do anything about it you could always try pass it off as a joke even if it would hurt like hell.

'Cause I just want you here tonight Holding on to me so tight What more can I do? Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas is you You, baby

The rest of the team were clapping and cheering as you finished the song and lowered your gaze before placing the mic down. Blushing slightly, you walked back and grabbed your drinking glancing at Bob from under your lashes.

“You were amazing, told you the song was perfect”.

“No idea what you are talking about but isn’t about time you got up there seeing as you have bullied everyone else into it”.

“I’m going, but I’m not sure how I am meant to follow that”.

Phoenix heading up to sing meant you and Bob were left alone at the table,

“Y/N/N you were unbelievable, you voice is beautiful”.

“Flattery will get you nowhere Bob, let’s talk about you saying you would do anything I wanted if I got you off the hook”.

You could see him swallow hard as he started to blush again, it made you smile, it was so much fun flustering him.

“I meant it, anything you want. What do you want Y/N/N”?

“Did I not make that obvious in my song?”

“I didn’t want to presume, and I never thought you liked me”.

“How could I not Bob, so anything I want?”

“Anything you want”.

Taking his hand, you led him across the bar, so you were stood next to the piano, he looked at you slightly confused as you stood in front of him. Smiling you raised your eyes up above your heads at a large sprig of mistletoe. Bob nervously licked his lips and slowly stepped into you, dipping his head and gently lifting your chin. He was giving you every opportunity to stop him if you wanted to, rising onto to your tiptoes you rested your palms against his chest and pressed your lips to his. It was soft and sensuous, and you placed your hand on his neck to pull him closer to you, as he deepened the kiss it took your breath away and you had to eventually break apart to catch your breath.

“Wow, I really wasn’t expecting that”.

“Y/N/N please tell me you mean that in a good way, because I really want to do a lot more of that”.

“Oh, I mean it in a very good way, and I really want to do some more of that too”.

You saw relief wash over his features as he rested his forehead on yours,

“So, what now?”

“Take me home Bob”.

“Yes Ma’am”

You almost managed to make it out of the Hard Deck unnoticed but just as Bob opened the door for you, you heard Phoenix's voice from across the bar.

“About time, I told you I was right”.

Blowing a kiss at her you stepped out into the evening air with Bob’s hand in yours.

#bob floyd x y/n #top gun maverick fic #bob floyd fanfiction

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waywardxrhea · 8 months ago

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Part of Your World - George Weasley

Chapter 4

pairing: George Weasley x fem!Muggle!reader

installment list / previous chapter / next chapter

word count: 3,390

content: humor, fluff, suggestive comments (George is a cheeky git), angst, protective👏🏻George👏🏻

dividers by: @firefly-graphics

happy first day of the Hogwarts school year! because of this special occasion i have decided to post a second chapter this week as a little treat!

One morning a few weeks later you woke up from your slumber in George’s bed alone. You checked the clock on the wall and realised that you had slept in way later than you intended. I hope Mum and Dad aren’t too worried… you thought to yourself. You thought this because every time you went to George’s, you left your phone at home as an excuse for not contacting them while you were gone. Your phone wouldn’t work while you were there anyway so you were just skipping an unnecessary step in the worrying process for your parents. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

After getting out of bed and stretching, you quickly got dressed in a spare t-shirt that had been left at George’s and threw on the comfortable bottoms you wore the day before. You made yourself presentable and brushed your teeth before heading down to the shop which just opened a little while before according to the time on the clock. When you caught George’s eye, he made his way over and kissed you quickly before saying, “Good morning sleeping beauty. Sleep okay?”

“Wonderful, thank you,” you told him with a smile.

“Look, everyone’s here! Come say hello with me,” George told you while taking your hand and guiding you toward the area of the shop where Ginny, Ron, Harry, and a girl you didn’t recognize were standing.

As you got into earshot of the conversation, you heard Fred telling the young woman, “Muggle magic tricks! For freaks like Dad who enjoy all the Muggle stuff! They aren’t the fastest sellers. I wanted to nix them, but George told me no. They hold a certain…sentimental value to him. They’re how he met his girlfriend. We were testing them out in the park and-”

“The rest is history,” George finished while squeezing your hand in his. “Hermione, this is my beautiful girlfriend.” He told her your name before leaning in for a quick kiss on your lips.

“George!” you said bashfully after he pulled away as a blush crept its way onto your cheeks. You turned your attention back to Hermione and said, “It’s nice to meet you. If I remember right, you’re the Muggle-born that saved George from, in his words, looking daft on our first date?”

Hermione laughed and nodded, telling you, “That’s me. Hermione Granger, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

As Fred and George tugged Harry off toward the backroom for a tour of the shop, you looked Hermione in the face for a few moments before saying, “You seem so familiar, have we met before?”

“You seem familiar too... What is it that your parents do?” she asked.

“My mum gives voice lessons and works at a pub and Dad is an orthodontist by day,” you replied.

Hermione snapped her fingers and said, “That’s it! I went to your dad for braces! My parents are both dentists and they make referrals to him all the time!”

“Yes! I must have seen you in the office when I had mine too!” you said, the pieces clicking together in your head.

“The whole wide world of Muggles and your parents know each other! Blimey,” said Ron with a scoff.

“Well when they both work in the same profession, it isn’t that small of a chance, Ronald,” Hermione told him, but he clearly wasn’t listening as he wandered off after his eye caught something on a high shelf. Hermione shook her head exasperatedly as she said to you, “I don’t get how you put up with a Weasley boy, especially one of the twins! Isn’t it…difficult?”

“Difficult? No! Well I mean, not now anyway. At first communication was tough but we found a way around it since,” you told her.

“But what about… I dunno, Fred and George have just always been so immature and irresponsible, and-”

Ginny laughed and told her, “I don’t know how to explain it, but the George she knows is completely different from the one you think you know, Hermione. At school you just saw the George who loved breaking rules and getting on professors’ nerves, but now that he’s not bound by the rules of Hogwarts…”

“He’s more relaxed,” you finished, earning a nod from Ginny. “He’s sweet and caring and has a wicked sense of humour. Still doesn’t like to be bound by rules, obviously or else I wouldn’t be standing in this shop, but!”

“Speaking of, I’m surprised Mr. and Mrs. Weasley let George tell you,” Hermione said quietly, casting her eyes around before she did to make sure there were no prying ears nearby.

“Well Dad loves her, she brings him Muggle artefacts that he works on in his rare free time,” Ginny said with a laugh.

“Mrs. Weasley on the other hand…” you whispered with a glance in the woman’s direction. “Fred says she likes me and George says she’s just on edge because of everything going on, but…some days I feel like she wants to wipe my memory and send me on my way.” You saw George following a tall blonde witch who worked at the shop and added, “I think she’d much rather see George with Verity than me...”

“Oh come off it, George would never go for that,” Ginny told you. She rolled her eyes and a smile teased her lips as she said, “You should see the way he looks at you. It’s appalling.”

The three of you laughed at the remark before Fred swept back over and asked, “Have you ladies found our Wonder Witch products yet?”

Fred led the three of you to a display surrounded by young witches and Ginny commented, “Well it’s really…pink.”

“Best line of love potions you’ll find anywhere,” Fred told her.

“Do they work?” asked Ginny sceptically. She defended their potion making skills, but even she knew that love potions were a N.E.W.T level skill and the twins certainly did not take those classes. What she didn't know was how much time they spent in the flat above the shop working on their alchemy skills. It was something you were fascinated by and would spend hours listening to George ramble on about the art and science of it while he experimented with books strewn around him and floating in the air while ingredients did the same.

You focused back in on the conversation as Fred said to his sister, “Of course they work, for up to twenty-four hours at a time depending on the weight of the boy in question-”

“And the attractiveness of the girl,” George finished, appearing out of nowhere. “I had my lovely girlfriend test one on me before we released them and-”

“Let’s not finish that sentence with young witches standing so close!” you scolded while lightly elbowing his ribs.

Ginny closed her eyes and sighed, mumbling, “Hermione, please erase the last few seconds of my memory.”

George wiggled his eyebrows at you and chuckled before getting serious again, telling Ginny, “We aren’t selling them to our little sister though. Not when she’s already got five boys on the go from what we’ve-”

“Whatever Ron’s told you is a big fat lie,” Ginny told him quickly. She picked up a product from the shelf and changed the subject, asking, “What’s this?”

“Guaranteed ten-second pimple vanisher,” Fred told her.

“Literal life saver,” you told her, remembering when you broke out a few days before opening night of Mary Poppins and George gave you some of the product to help clear your skin.

“It works on pimples, boils, blackheads, the lot,” George said.

“Yes, but don’t change the subject,” Fred told Ginny. “Are you or are you not going out with a boy called Dean Thomas?”

“Yes I am, but last time I checked, he was one boy, not five,” Ginny snipped. She turned and saw a cage full of pink and purple fuzz balls and asked quickly, “What are those?”

“Pygmy Puffs. They’re miniature Puffskeins. We can’t breed them fast enough,” George replied. Getting back on the subject, he asked, “What about Michael Corner?”

“I dumped him, he was a bad loser,” Ginny replied as she stuck her finger in the cage to touch the Puffs. “These are really cute!”

You shook your head and mumbled to Hermione, “Following this conversation is like watching a volley at Wimbledon…”

“You’re telling me!” Hermione said, her eyes still following the conversation with rapt attention. “I guess it does prove that they seem more mature and caring than when I knew them at Hogwarts though...”

Within moments Ron appeared followed shortly by Mrs. Weasley who you greeted warmly. Her greeting to you however was as it had been the last few times you had seen her - clipped and unwelcoming. It cast a feeling of doubt and sadness into your chest but you made sure to keep your feelings hidden in front of her so as to not give her another excuse not to like you.

“Mum, can I get a Pygmy Puff?” Ginny asked.

“A what?” her mother asked warily.

“These cute miniature Puffskeins!” Ginny said, bringing her over to the cage while the group dispersed. Seeing this as an opportunity to make a graceful exit, you made your way back toward the stairs leading up to the flat, sensing Mrs. Weasley’s nerves and not wanting to cause trouble. Well that plus the fact that she probably wouldn’t be thrilled to hear your story about the pair of Pygmy Puffs George had gifted you a few weeks prior. They had been staying in a large cage in your room back home which George enchanted so that if anyone doesn’t know what the creature truly was, they would simply see a pair of hamsters lazing around.

You made your way into the flat’s small kitchen and prepared yourself some toast before your absence within the shop was noticed by George, who came into the flat and wrapped you in a hug from behind. “Everything all right? Dad was looking for you before they left but Mum was in a hurry to get out of here.”

“Yeah, I just didn’t want to rock the boat or anything,” you told him quietly, the feeling of sadness panging deep in your chest again.

George nodded. It was a battle he had been trying to civilly fight with his mother and he understood how you felt about the whole thing, but he didn't want to upset you more than he already knew you were. So he kissed your temple before asking, “Did you need to get going soon?”

“I probably should. Mum and Dad have me booked as their band’s opening act this evening at the pub so I should start getting ready soon to prepare,” you told him.

“I’ll see if I can make the gig when the shop closes, yeah?” George asked as he pulled on a travelling cloak.

“Sounds good,” you told him before he turned on the spot and took the two of them to the little grove of trees in the playground of your neighbourhood. “Have a good day at work,” you told him before turning to head to the house.

George caught your hand before you went, pulling you back and into a deep kiss. You couldn’t help but smile in response the kiss, asking, “What was that for?” with a giggle once George pulled away.

“Hermione told me how you were feeling about Verity and that was just to remind you that I’m all yours. No one else’s,” he told you seriously.

“Well if those are the kinds of kisses I get when I’m jealous I should get jealous more often,” you said jokingly.

“Oh you don’t have to be jealous to bring out that side of me,” George told you with a slightly suggestive tone, kissing you once more.

You giggled after he pulled away again, telling him, “Get back to work you goof! We can continue this another time!”

“Promise?” he asked with an expectant raise of his eyebrows.

“Promise,” you agreed with a laugh.

“Good luck at your gig tonight if I can’t make it!” he told you before he Disapparated to the flat above the shop once more.

September rolled around and one evening when you were setting up the small stage to open up for your parents’ band, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. “Hey you,” came George’s voice in your ear as he held you close and placed a kiss on your temple.

“Hey yourself! I didn’t know you were coming tonight!” you told him with a wide smile on your face as you leaned your guitar against the stool on the stage before turning into his embrace to hug him. When you pulled away from the hug, you were shocked to see that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had tagged along with George for the evening. You raised your hand in greeting and asked, “How are you two?”

“Absolutely fascinated with this pub!” Mr. Weasley replied as he looked around like a kid in a candy store, taking in all the telly sets, the taps on the bar, the jukebox in the corner, the stage setup - everything! You couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto your face at his reaction to the place, a sentiment that was not shared by Mrs. Weasley who forced a tight smile onto her lips in response to the question.

“Well if the three of you want to grab a table, I can get someone over to take your order if you want,” you said as you made eye contact with one of the waiters and flagged him over. “I will be taking the stage soon, but once I’m done I should be able to join you!”

“She’s amazing, I can’t wait for you two to see her perform,” George told his parents.

“You flatter me, Weasley,” you said with a blush as you pushed a piece of hair behind your ear while casting your eyes toward the ground.

“You deserve it,” he told you, taking your hand and squeezing it gently before you parted ways so you could take the stage. You made note of the table he guided them to which was mostly out of the way of the bustling crowd in the pub.

After a quick set of you performing the songs Long Live by Taylor Swift, Photograph by Ed Sheeran, an acoustic version of Youth by Troye Sivan, and your signature cover of Sweet Caroline, you made your way over to sit beside George in the booth with a wide smile on your face, the same one you always had after you performed. “Bravo, bravo!” Mr. Weasley cheered as George kissed your cheek enthusiastically.

A genuine smile finally slipped onto Mrs. Weasley’s lips as she told you, “You truly do have a remarkable singing voice, dear. It’s no wonder George talks about it all the time!”

“Thank you two! That means the world!” you replied, a warmth building in your chest at her words.

“Amazing set as usual!” came the voice of your father as he approached the table with his guitar strapped to his back ready to go for the band’s upcoming set.

“Thanks Dad!” you told him. Your eyes flicked over to the older Weasley couple and continued, “Dad, this is Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, George’s parents!”

“Nice to meet you two!” he greeted them with a warm smile and wave just as you had earlier. He told them his name before asking, “Made the trip all the way from Devon to be here, huh?”

“Oh, well we were in the area visiting Fred and George,” Mr. Weasley told him, not going into much detail about their visit or travelling means.

“Right on! How are you enjoying the area? We’ve been living here since the good old punk rock days and never really left that phase of our lives,” your dad said as your mum joined him, her old leather jacket emphasising the truth in the statement.

“It’s rather eclectic,” Mrs. Weasley replied with a small smile.

“That’s what we love about the place!” she said. After telling this, she gave him her name with a smile as they shook hands.

“Pleasure to meet you!” Mr. Weasley told her. He glanced at the wireless microphone in her hand and the guitar on your dad’s back before asking, “Are you two performers as well?”

“Where’d you think this one got the bug from?” your dad asked with a chuckle. “We’ve been rocking with the same group since we were young and reckless!”

“Now we’re not so young and we both wear helmets when we’re out on the motorbike,” your mum joked with a sparkle in her eye as she looked at your dad. She turned to look over her shoulder and saw their drummer waving them over, so she told the Weasleys, “That’s us! Enjoy the set!” before making her way to the stage as she began to hype the crowded pub up for their set.

By the end of the night Mrs. Weasley actually ended up enjoying herself a little bit, letting her guard down as she listened to Opposition Lies and saw how much you and George enjoyed each other’s company. But when the night ended and they walked back to the Leaky Cauldron with George, she got serious again, telling her son wearily, “Now George, I really hope you’re being careful when you’re out in the Muggle world… You saw the number of people in there and just out in general! What if you needed to whip out your wand to defend yourself if it came to it? What if someone comes after you for fraternising with a Muggle girl?”

“Molly dear, not now…” Mr. Weasley warned quietly as they began the trek to the joke shop.

A fire lit itself in George’s chest in response to the question and he told her defiantly, “If I have to take my wand out to defend myself or her then so be it. I would do it a million times over if it meant protecting her.”

“George, dear, you need to think about the consequences of-” she tried.

“I’m sorry Mum, but this is a decision that I’m making for myself! What happened to you saying, ‘When you’re young and in love you’ll risk just about anything for them.’ Or does that only apply to dating someone who isn’t a Muggle?” he snapped as he unlocked the door to the shop. He let the two of them into the shop and closed the door behind them, adding, “I know you don’t like me dating her and I know what you said about the possibility of her being a Death Eater, but I want you to know that you’re wrong about her. She’s the most sweet and caring and innocent soul I’ve ever met and as long as we’re together, there’s nothing you can say to change my mind.”

“I-I didn’t know anyone heard me say that…” Mrs. Weasley said quietly, her eyes turning downward as a frown tugged at the corners of her lips.

“She did and that’s what prompted me to tell her more about the war and everything going on. Because she deserves transparency about what she’s getting into dating me and…and she’s taking everything in stride. And even though there are some days when I can tell she’s terrified about what I tell her is going on, she hasn’t left yet. She’s strong and she’s brave, Mum. I just wish you would see it…”

“It’s not that I don’t, George, it’s just…” she said weakly, shaking her head. She took a deep breath before telling him, “I just hope you know what you’re doing because there is only so much we can do to keep this relationship under wraps.”

“I’m smarter than you give me credit for, Mum,” he told her as he stepped onto the steps that would take him to the flat above the shop.

“I know that, Georgie, I just worry…” she told him.

“I know you do, but just trust me on this.”

Not wanting to press the argument any further, she simply nodded, but still felt deep down that something was bound to go wrong and she seemed to be the only one who could sense it…

a/n: okay the scene in the shop was so fun to write! again, i adore writing the twins banter, but especially cheeky George flirting with Reader! also again with protective George! i. love. him. there was a little angst in here, but that's just a sneak peek into what's to come. but now we know that Molly means well she's just a worried mother, and can we really blame her with everything that's going on? it was honestly hard writing Molly like this because we always see her as the warm and loving motherly figure but i like a challenge and i hope i fulfilled it well!

on a different note, i came up with Reader's dad's profession based on the line in i think the first book that said Hermione had braces (because i wanted their parents to know each other), but as i think more into it, it's kinda weird how Rowling made the point to mention that she had braces but then also says that she's still got the buck teeth. idk. that's just me on details.

anyway! likes and comments are always appreciated! xo, brooke <3

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#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley romance #george weasley angst #george weasley fluff #harry potter fanfiction

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shadowsndaisies · 8 months ago

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dogfighting 101: 04 - 'nix is sick of this shit

wc: 595

synopsis: phoenix prides herself on knowing almost everything pertinent, it's the parts she doesn't know that leaves her on edge.

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athena-verse master post

a/n: the support with this universe has been incredible, thank you all so much, i really enjoy being able to write shorter pieces as an outlet while working on my 10k an update longer series. (ps: taglist is still open!)

“Okay. What the hell is going on?” Natasha's voice is firm.

Bob to his credit seems a little anxious from where he's stood a few feet behind her. He's obviously trying to respect your privacy, but something tells you he's also there to be a witness for whatever this confrontation was about.

“You're going to have to specify Phoenix,” you tell her flatly.

You were sat on a bench in the locker room, redoing your hair before your next run. You’d needed a moment to splash some water on your face and refocus. Bob and ‘Nix were still in their gear as well, they were next on the rotation.

“Where do I even start? You and Rooster? Him and Maverick? How about Harvard and Yale’s attitude too?” she huffs and you meet her gaze challengingly.

“Don’t worry about it,” is all you offer in response.

Natasha lets out a groan, and Bob winces. “Well it's too late for that!” she huffs, very clearly annoyed.

“Leave it alone, ‘Nix,” you tell her, tone serious.

“No! I have never heard you shout at someone like that, especially not while in the air! Honestly, I’ve never heard Rooster get that wound up either! What the fuck is going on?”

“Seriously, Nat, just drop it,” you tell her, shaking your head.

“I can't! I won’t! I’m going on this mission Athena, you know it and I know it. I don't know why Hangman only ever listens to you, or why he leaves every one else out to dry, but I do not want him leading that team. I need it to be you and Rooster. But if you and Rooster can't fucking get along we're all screwed.”

You frown at her and you understand where she's coming from, but part of you can’t help but stay closed off, especially about this. “Nat, we don't have the time, and honestly… honestly it’s none of your business,” you say voice firm.

The look in her eye turns hard, but you stand your ground. You’d always been able to give it to each other straight, calling the other out when necessary, and drawing hard lines when needed. This was one of those times.

“This isn’t like you, and it’s not like Rooster and there’s something going on that you’re both ignoring,” she decides.

There’s a lot we’re ignoring, you want to say. “Let it go, Trace. Final warning,” you say instead, you’re honestly not entirely sure what will happen if she keeps pushing, you’re not sure you want to see who would win in a battle of wills between the two of you, you know you both will get hurt in the process.

She seems to have the same realization because instead of pushing further, she lets out another groan, “This isn’t over!” she shouts as she stomps off, a bashful Bob in tow.

“I would never dream,” you mutter sarcastically after her, tucking your hair back up, and then heading back to the waiting room.

You want to say the cold water and redoing your hair helped, but you feel just as exhausted as you did after stalking off the tarmac leaving Bradley behind. You see him when you walk in, and his eyes focus on you. Your lips tug down and you turn looking for your next partner.

You spot Fritz still waiting by your gear, and you offer a tense smile as you pick up your vest and sling it back on.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Yeah, let’s hit it,” you confirm, before following him back down to the tarmac.

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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 18

You're a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.

A/N: Thanks all that are sticking with this one, it picks back up again, I promise!

TW: Sexual Assault, Description of injuries and assault

2.4K Word Count

Ch. 18: If You Wade Around Forever, You Will Surely Drown

The shock of the statement sent you reeling, yet again. He was awake. The man you saw as a father figure was awake, and you weren’t there. Deep down, you knew that he wouldn’t care if you were there or not- what he would care about is that the reason you weren’t there. The guilt of not being there when he came to cause a pit to settle deep in your stomach, as your eyes went misty.

“Y/N, we did tell him what you had said to me before we left the ER to find you. He also wouldn’t tell us anything, because he feels that it is your story to tell.” Kris continued, seemingly oblivious to your inner turmoil.

“Smart man,” you whispered, your icy gaze shifting back to Kris. “Because it is true, it’s MY STORY to tell. I get to know all of what happened, I get to decide who knows what, and if it’s important or not.” Her expression dropped, she knew that you were not going to open up about this.

“This isn’t a moment of weakness, Y/N. This will help you, this will help us understand him, and help us to help Scarlett.” She tried to appeal to your more logical side, but you were not in a logical state of mind at the moment.

“Waters ISN’T LOGICAL, Kris. He does whatever. He’s a loose fucking cannon, that’s why he isn’t in the Army anymore. ” you fire, turning your gaze away from her to look out the window instead.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” was her response. “So I take it that’s how you know each other?” She asks, shifting her position, lifting her left knee over her right leg, so she can rest her hands on top.

“Yeah. You could say that.”

“So…”

“So what, Kris? He was my CO in the Army. He made my life a living hell there. Now he’s doing it to an innocent woman, and me for payback.”

“Payback for what?”

You thought long and hard about how to phrase this.

“Blowing the whistle,” Was your quiet response. “I had seen him do some terrible things. I tried to let it be, to not get involved. But he messed up. He hurt someone and sent them to the infirmary. I had no choice but to say something.” It wasn’t a lie, per se, but you had carefully omitted that it was you who was the victim, that it was you who had witnessed everything because he had assaulted you. That your best friends had found you, taken you to the infirmary, and the rape test gave the brass all the evidence they needed. The reason you had to say something was that he had pushed it too far. Had he not pushed it that day- you wouldn’t have had to say a word. You would have been deployed with Nix and Cam. You could have protected them. But his paranoid measures cost two good people their lives. So now, you try to make sure that their sacrifice isn’t in vain.

“What did he do, Y/N?”

“Aside from his usual berating, he threw a stone ashtray at someone. Knocked them out.” Was your response, again, omitting the important details, like the rape that led up to the whole ashtray Olympics, or that the “them” was you.

“Mmm. Okay.” She could tell there was more to this, but wasn’t going to push it. “I’m going to let you rest, Y/N. But Chris and Paul want answers. I’ll try to push them off for you. But you can’t put this off forever.” She stood, a worried look on her face.

“Don’t, Kris.”

“Don’t what?”

“Give me that look. That’s exactly why I don’t tell people things.” Her expression shifted from one of pity to one of knowing.

“Well, Y/N, you better get used to talking. Because that’s all you're going to be doing while you’re in here.” She turned towards the door.

“Kris?” You caused her to stop and look over her shoulder as she waited for you to talk.

“Did anything happen to Scarlett?” Kris’ shoulders slumped.

“I don’t know yet, Y/N. We sent a larger detail to her house, but that’s all I knew of.” You shook your head in response, returning your gaze to the windows to look outside. Before you knew it, your body willed itself into a restless slumber.

*****

You could hear faint whispers in the room around you, but couldn’t make out what was being said. It sounded like Kris, but she was talking to someone and you couldn’t tell by the voice who it belonged to. You tried to focus on the conversation, so you could figure out who was in your room without opening your eyes, and possibly alerting them that you were awake. The hushed voices sounded strained, like they were fighting.

“You shouldn’t. Be. Here.” Kris whisper-shouted at the other person in the room. What caught you off guard was another female voice.

Scarletts voice.

“I will visit whoever I please. Last I checked it isn’t a crime to check on someone.” She muttered.

“Girls, please!” A male voice interjected. Jim.

“Jim! Her being here will stress her out more! She needs to leave!” Kris whispers and yells at Jim. You weren’t a fan of how Kris acted since this new project began.

“Scarlett is her client. They have spent a lot of time together since we picked this project up. If Scarlett wants to check on her, let her!”

“Ahem… still in the room, guys!” Scarlett interjects.

“And, Jim! You just got discharged, you should be at home resting!” Kris continued.

“No. She came to visit me every day while I was in the hospital. I will be here for her. She’s my daughter!” He whisper-shouted back.

“What?!” Scarlett squeaked, and both Jim and Kris shushed her. “You’re her father?!”

“Not by blood, no. We’ve kind of…adopted each other in times of need.” He whispers. You could hear everyone shuffling around as the door clicked open.

“Hello everyone,” you heard as it sounded like the doctor shuffled in. “I’m Dr. Roberts.” The door clicked behind him as you heard him walk to the computer across the room. “I need to run some tests and check Y/N’s vitals. Are any of you family?”

“Well, this is my turn to leave,” Scarlett says quietly, gently patting your lower leg as the door clicks open and shut again.

“Finally,” Kris mumbled.

“Kris. LEAVE.” Jim barked, sick of the blondes antics. He sighed as she shut the door behind her.

“I take it you are family?” The doctor asked.

“Yeah, stepfather.” He responded. You suddenly felt what you presumed were the doctor’s cold hands through your gown as he gently tapped your shoulder. You jumped at the sudden feeling of someone’s hand that close to your face.

“Sorry, didn’t want to startle you, Ms. Y/L/N. I need to check on some things before we discuss discharging you.”

“OK.” You responded, a dry smile on your face. He began checking the cut on your face, cutting away the bandage so he could ensure the stitches were clean and dry.

“How do you feel, Y/N?” Jim asked, a concerned expression written on his features.

“Like I had the shit beat out of me for hours, honestly.” You groan as the doctor leans you back, so he can begin to probe certain areas of your body to check for tenderness. One of the regular nurses comes in, a bashful smile on her face as the doctor pushes on your side, the bruising now making itself apparent. You groan as Jim grimaces for you.

“Well, Y/N. You do have some bruised ribs, a mild concussion as well as some minor stab wounds that have started to scab,” the doctor started. “Your breathing sounds ok, so no punctured or collapsed lungs. The black eye will disappear; just try not to bend over to pick anything up for a while.” He continued. “The cut to your eyebrow is stitched, healing as nicely as possible with the double scar tissue. Make sure you keep this ointment on it, to minimize the appearance of the scar as it heals.” You nod as he continues. “It’s going to get purple and nasty looking for a little bit, but as long as you keep up with the scar cream, it will reduce and the color will lighten. Do you have any questions?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Good. Now, please wait here, the OB will be coming in here shortly to speak with you.”

“OB?”

“Yes, Y/N. We have an OBGYN assigned to this case since you were attacked. It is standard procedure.” After this, he nodded curtly and swiftly left the room.

“The personality on that one, eh Jim?” You ask, pointing to where the doctor just left.

“Y/N,” he warned, narrowing his eyes. You shied away from his gaze. “Honey, why didn’t you bring someone home with you? You can’t pull a Wonder Woman with this guy.” His gaze softened as he stepped to the side of your bed. “I can’t always be there to protect you, Y/N. And I’ll be dammed if I have to bury another daughter.”

“There wasn’t time, Jim.” You respond, staring down at your hands, fiddling with the wristband to avoid eye contact. A knock on the door brought your gaze back up, and an Amazonian-looking woman in soft pink scrubs walked into the room.

“Good afternoon, Y/N. My name is Stef,” she spoke softly, a slight accent making itself apparent. She turned to Jim, a bright smile on her face. “You must be?”

“Jim, my name is Jim. I’m Y/N’s stepdad.” She nodded before reaching out to shake his hand.

“Dad,” you corrected. His smile grew at the correction.

“Well, Y/N, this is the first time I’ve seen you awake since you got here,” she started. “There are some things I want to check on, and some things I want to go over with you.” You nod, letting her know to continue. “But, for the sake of this exam, I am going to ask Jim to leave, OK?”

“OK.”

“Now, if you want someone in here, we can ask for a third party to be in here. But they need to be female.” You knew you wanted Kris in here, but not if she was going to keep acting up.

“My assistant, Kris. But I would like to speak with her alone, first.” She nodded, leaving the room with Jim in tote. Shortly after, Kris came back into the room.

“Jom said you asked for me?”

“Kris, I want you in here while they do my exam.” You say coldly.

“Ok, sure Y/N.” She smiled.

“Under one condition.” Her face dropped.

“Drop the attitude, Smith.”

“Wha…”

“You know what I mean, Kris. This attitude you have towards Scarlett needs to stop. She is our client, a paying one. And she is going through a lot with this. This ordeal is not her fault. Quit treating her like an inconvenience, and. Play. Nice.” She looked utterly shocked as you called her out on her antics. “Jealousy is not a good look on you, K.”

“I’m not jealous.” She quipped.

“Kris, I was with you for two years. I can tell when you’re jealous. We both agreed when we broke up not to do this.” She looked like a dejected puppy and sat down in the corner chair. “Kris, she’s gonna talk to me about some shit, and it doesn’t leave this room. Understood?” She nods at you her eyes questioning. At this point, Stef walked back into the room.

“OK, are we ready to begin?” You nod at her, a small smile in acknowledgment. She sat in her rolling chair, rolling over to the foot of your bed. Pulling out the stirrups she guided your feet into them. “Now, Y/N. Medically, you were attacked. You were violated in ways that most do not ever have to experience,” she looks at you, as she puts her gloves on. “For that, I truly apologize that someone felt the need to do this to you.” You nod in acknowledgment. “However, this is something that has to be done as a result, to make sure everything is ok,” she continued on. “If at any time, you feel uncomfortable, please let me know.” You gave her one last nod and felt the pinch as the speculum slip inside of you. As you felt the stretch of the tool, you grimaced at the feeling. “I know, this thing is uncomfortable. I’m sorry,” she started. “You do not need to answer if this makes you uncomfortable, but this will help me understand the extent of any damage or injuries that may have occurred,” she continued. “Do you recall what you were penetrated with?”

You took a moment, allowing yourself to think back to the last time you were in the apartment.

“Yes, I do.” You speak softly.

“That’s good. Your recall is intact. Are you comfortable with telling me?” You nod, looking at Kris before diverting your gaze to a spot beside her. You were on the fence about seeing her reaction to this.

“There were multiple occasions,” you begin, seeing the way Kris’s face drops. “But they used their fingers, their fist, and a silencer for a gun.” Even the doctor dropped her facial expression, and sorrow washed over both women’s faces.

“Is there any way that they could have inseminated you?”

“I suppose, I’m not sure.” She nodded, continuing her probing as she performed the exam.

“Well, Y/N, the blood work doesn’t show any anomalies at the moment, no drugs or alcohol,” she started. “There is some significant tissue damage to the endometrium and cervical canal.” She stood, removing the tool, and setting it on a tray before removing her gloves and throwing them away. “You will likely develop some vaginal scarring as a result. This may or may not result in painful intercourse, as well as more painful periods.”

Nodding, you look up at the doctor, as she comes over to the side of your bed.

“If you would like, I can give you some OTC contraceptives, in the chance that you may have been inseminated. With it being a week after your assault, it is hard to tell if you are yet. ”

”A week?” You ask, your eyes narrowing at the new information.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“I’ve been out for a week?”

“Well, not out, necessarily, but your body has been in a recovery mode, of sorts. You’ve been in and out of sleep all week.” Kris said quietly from the corner.

“Shit.”

CHAPTER 19

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mkstrigidae · 1 year ago

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APWH preview snippet!

Since I'm actively trying to work on getting the next few chapters out, I thought I'd share a little future scene with some hints of Jonsa with all you lovely people! This bit is from like, a few chapters in the future bc it's the in-between that's giving me fits right now :) (Fair warning: this is unedited and subject to change! That being said, it's such a fun scene that I can't imagine ever nixing it :D)

“Does he even know that they have to avoid the press?”

“For the last time-“ Sam sighed, sounding completely exasperated, “Dickon knows what they can and can’t do- he’s got enough practice not being photographed from when our dad was the secretary. Not to mention spending time around you when that exposé on your crazy grandfather came out two years ago.”

“I just-“ Jon sighed, blowing a stray curl out of his face. “You didn’t see how freaked out she was when the press caught us at that performance in White Harbor. I thought she was going to have a full-blown panic attack.”

He was immediately derailed by Gilly plopping little Sam down in his lap and shoving a bottle into his hands.

“What’s this all about?” he raised a brow, adjusting the baby on his lap, allowing him to latch onto the cuff of his flannel shirt and start gnawing at the fabric. “You going somewhere?”

Gilly shot him a withering look, but he saw the amusement in her eyes.

“I-“ she gestured, imperiously, “Have not had time by myself to shower all week-“

“Sorry, love.” Sam winced, looking up from his pile of paperwork. “I can take a break from these-“

“Not your fault, Sam.” she waved him off. “You warned me about this conference at the beginning of the summer.” a grin played at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, it works out well- Jon needs a distraction right now from the fact that Sansa’s on a date with your extremely hot and conventionally attractive brother.”

“Hey!” Sam looked wounded, and Gilly rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You know you’re my favorite Tarly.” she wrinkled her nose. “How long have you been working on this presentation? You smell like the baby spit up on you.”

“Guess I’m next in line for showers.” Sam said, mournfully. “Unless-“

“Nope- I need my own time right now, Samwell. Did you even hear what I said about why Jon’s bent out of shape?”

Jon had known Gilly since Sam and she had met up north while the two of them were in college. Sometimes, it was hard to reconcile the timid, scared girl she had been with the woman who was currently devoting all of her remaining energy to busting his balls.

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about Sansa with my brother.” Sam snorted, shotgunning another cup of coffee next to him the way Jon was used to seeing undergrads do with jaeger shots. “I mean, this is Dickon we’re talking about. Used to bring wounded animals home to take care of them Dickon? The same guy who cried when we had movie night and Gilly and Rhae wanted to go see ‘Love, Simon’?” He shook his head. “Look, as far as guys she could be out on a date with right now go, Dickon’s kind of the best case scenario. She’ll have a nice time, and he’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

Jon blinked at him, silently turning to look up at Gilly, who rolled her eyes and sighed.

“You’re hopeless, sweetie.” she kissed him on the forehead again, wrinkling her nose. “He’s not worried that things will go wrong- he’s worried they’ll go a little too well.”

“You’ve been spending way too much time around my sister.” Jon muttered, narrowly avoiding little Sam’s grasping reach for his glasses, managing to get the baby to latch onto the bottle before he destroyed any more of Jon’s eyewear. “You even sounded like her just then.”

Sam blinked for a second, his head whipping between Jon and Gilly.“You’re jealous?” He asked, incredulously. “Of Dickon? Wait- you like Sansa?”

“Got there in the end.” Gilly sighed, affectionately patting him on the shoulder before going to shower, leaving Jon and Sam behind with four cups of coffee, one baby, and approximately five brain cells total between the two of them.

“You like her.” Sam repeated, like it was a giant revelation.

“What are we- in middle school?” Jon hissed, immediately turning his head down to smile and make faces at little Sam while he fed him, before glaring up at big Sam again. “I don’t- I mean-“

Sam was just shaking his head.“Of course you do.” he laughed. “Should have guessed- red hair and a damsel in distress? You were doomed from the outset.”

“Shut up.” Jon muttered, flushing. “It’s not like that.”

“Then why are you worrying about Dickon for fu-“ Sam glanced nervously at the baby, “-god’s sake? When Gill was meeting my family for the first time, I remember you told her not to worry- that my brother was ‘one of the best guys you know’ and ‘practically a golden retriever’.”

Jon could tell that Sam, who could not raise one eyebrow without the other, was desperately trying to do just that.

“I don’t know.” He muttered, moving little Sam to his shoulder to start burping him. “Look- I’m attracted to her, alright? It’s a fu- er, a giant disaster that I’m gonna ignore for the rest of my life.”

“Seriously?”

“Stop trying to do that with your eyebrows.” Jon complained. “It’s giving me motion sickness. And yes, seriously. I’m not even going to consider that- it’s just a stupid crush. Besides,” he sighed, rubbing little Sam’s back comfortingly, “Robb’s already dealing with enough right now with this whole Sansa situation- can’t imagine telling him I think his sister’s attractive while he’s being forced to suddenly confront all of his guilt and self loathing every time he looks at her.”

“That whole bro code thing of never dating your friend’s sisters never really made sense to me.” Sam shook his head, gulping down more coffee. “I mean, I’d be thrilled if you decided to date Talla, because I know you’d be good to her.”

“Yeah, don't think she'd quite go for that, mate.” Jon snorted, standing to bounce little Sam around gently. He was just grateful Sam hadn’t said anything else about Robb.

“Eh, wouldn’t count you out completely.” Sam shrugged, smirking. “With that hair, you’re pretty enough to be a girl- maybe that’d be enough for her.”

“You are so lucky i’m holding the baby.” Jon muttered, still bouncing little Sam, who picked that moment to spit up spectacularly down Jon’s back.

“Well, that’s three of us who’re gonna need showers now.” Sam grinned, looking thrilled as all get out that it hadn’t been him. “Wow- his aim is getting better.”

“I’m going to remind him of this when he’s a sulky teenager.” Jon grumbled, wiping spit-up off his shoulder as best he could. “Look- no gossiping with Rhae about this, please. She thinks she’s such a good clandestine agent that she doesn’t always realize that Robb is better at sniffing out her plots than she thinks.”

“Alright-“ Sam sighed, looking back down at the massive stack of paperwork in front of him. “I make no promises for Gill, though.”

“Gilly could give some of my Uncle’s colleagues at the WIA a run for their money when it comes to withstanding interrogation.” Jon snorted.

“Probably true.”

“Where did your brother take Sansa?” Still holding onto a now much happier baby with one hand, he reached down the other to take a gulp of his own coffee.

“He said something about going out towards the Tyrell Estate.” Sam shrugged. “They probably drove out there to see the gardens- he’s said it’s a good road to take his bike out on.”

Jon promptly spat out his entire sip of coffee, staining the front of his shirt as well as the back, and frightening little Sam enough that he started to cry.

“He took her on his motorcycle?”

Gilly picked that moment to reappear, completely clean and with wet hair, blinking at the scene in front of her.

Sam, who couldn’t seem to stop laughing, was desperately trying to calm down the baby, who had started wailing, while Jon’s entire front was covered in coffee and his entire back was covered in baby vomit. Not that he seemed to notice, as his face was white and he was making a series of angry looking hand gestures at her husband.

“I really can’t leave you three alone for five minutes, can I?” she sighed. “Do I even want to know?”

#my writing #my wips #writing wips #just APWH things #jonsa #fanfiction wip #God bless Gilly like for real #YES Sansa is on a date with someone else here #muscleman golden retriever McAttractiveness #Aka dickon tarly #unsurprisingly jon is not having a great time about it!#in fairness to sansa the plotline directly preceding this and kicking off her doing some traveling was pretty rough on her #so our poor girl really deserves a giant muscley golden retriever with a motorcycle #and to just have a good time with someone who isn't wrapped up in all the stark drama/disaster/mess etc.#jon can deal with it rn bc it's really a 'you snooze you lose' kind of situation #sam's usually quicker on the draw but he's very sleep deprived here #and working on some stuff for a pathology conference #not at all going to be relevant nope no sir #writing sam and jon interacting vs jon and robb is so fascinating #they're both jon's besties but there's a very different dynamic to the two relationships #in fairness Robb has like SO much complex childhood trauma and is kind of seriously going through it right now #but his scenes with jon always have this sort of darker edge to them #like an 'i've known you my entire life and know everything about you for better or worse' type deal- deeper but darker #it's more akin to a sibling relationship? but also not? they are both going thru it #my headcanon is that anytime jon starts getting too gloomy and angsty gilly just straight up shoves the baby at him #and then waits like twenty minutes #Gilly: 'it's free babysitting!'#generally it works pretty well #jon's like '404 error does not compute' as soon as sam says the word 'motorcycle'#also when sam says 'the secretary' he means randyll tarly was the secretary of defense

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I get too excited with these things, so below the cut!

Robbie: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

Carmen: If I die, you can have what little I own.

Jedi: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die?

Carmen: My unending existence is fuelled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full.

Jedi:

Jedi: *Sighs* Let me call your therapist again.

Gwen: Without ugly, there would be no beauty in this world.

Ash: Thank you for your sacrifice, Robbie.

Lexi: Question. When they shot Bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment...at all?

Carmen: I'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall in a fine home somewhere.

Maddie: Oh god, she texted you ‘hi.’’ punctuation only means one thing, Lexi. She's mad at you.

Lexi: No, it's Noelle. She's just being gramatically correct!

*meanwhile*

Noelle: And then I used a period so she'd know that I'm mad at her.

Robbie: A period doesn't say 'I'm mad', it says 'you're dead to me'.

Noelle: I stand by my choice.

Ash: God is no longer with us, I’ll take over.

Robbie: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Rose: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

Ash: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*

Noelle: Where did you get that?

Ash: My pocket.

Noelle: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Ash: Skills.

Noelle: Okay, who's turn is it to give the pep talk?

Robbie: It's Kelsey's turn.

Kelsey: Don't die.

Robbie, wiping a tear away: Truly inspirational.

Gwen: We’re going to defeat you with the power of friendship.

Noelle: We’re not friends.

Gwen, holding an axe: We’re going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence.

Kelsey, handing a balloon to Rose: I have no soul. Have a good day!

Rose, walking off: I don't have one either.

Kelsey: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face.

Maddie: Kelsey likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

Robbie:

Robbie: I like you.

Maddie: What did you get Akash for his birthday?

Rose: I got him a kitten.

Maddie: Really? Me too!

Kelsey: I also got him a cat.

Robbie: Looks like we had the same idea.

Rose: Lexi, please tell me you didn't get Akash a cat as well!

Lexi: ...I got him a kitten.

*later*

Akash, in his apartment surrounded by cats and kittens: This is the best birthday ever!

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Bitter Pill to Swallow

Chapter 25 (Chapter Masterlist)

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“Well, why don’t you fire on them when you see them, commander?”

“Because, when we fire on them, they just fire back. Blimey, it was a nightmare the other day.”

Valerie had to turn away and stifle a laugh when she saw the look of horrified disbelief on Dick’s face. The 506th had been moved to Driel, relieving the British unit who’d been stationed by the riverbanks. Dick had brought Valerie and Lipton to talk to the British Commander and get an idea of what to expect.

“I see. Well, thank you for the intel, commander,” Dick replied tersely. “Now, we’d better go and get ourselves set up on the bank.”

“Godspeed to you, chaps,” the British Commander saluted them as they left.

Dick was shaking his head in disapproval as they walked away, and Valerie could contain her laughter no longer. Dick tutted in disapproval as it bubbled out of her.

“It’s not funny, Val,” Dick admonished. “They’ve been way too relaxed in their approach to Holland since before we even got here, and it’s cost us dearly.”

“I know, Dick, I know. But you gotta admit, it’s pretty laughable that they don’t fire on the Germans because they fire back when they do. They do realise it’s a war they signed up for, not a tea party, right?”

“You do have to laugh at how ridiculous it is,” Lipton agreed, “but this whole thing is shaping up to be a real shitshow. I can’t wait to get the hell outta Holland, and I know the rest of the men feel the same.”

“Well, for now we’re stuck here,” Dick sighed. “We just have to make the best of it and try to push through to Arnhem. Easy is being kept on the right flank, for now. The line bends at an acute angle there, so Moose will only be able to have two platoons on the line and one in reserve. Make sure he’s aware of that.”

“Don’t worry, Dick, Easy can handle it,” Valerie assured him. “Ain’t that right, Lip?”

“Absolutely,” he agreed. “And we won’t be too scared to fire across the river either.”

Dick huffed out a small laugh at that, but his face quickly returned to the strained look Valerie had seen him sporting more often than not in the last few weeks. Desk work didn’t suit him, and it was plain to be seen to anyone who knew him. She’d seen him peering out his office window when they’d been celebrating the success of Operation Pegasus. She’d been tempted to go up and check on him, but after the awkward way they’d ended things the night before, she’d thought better of it.

“Anyway, we won't get anything useful done standing around here,” Dick sighed, backing away. “I need to find Nix, and you need to get yourselves set up on the line. Make sure to give ‘em hell.”

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“I swear, if I don’t get out of this foxhole, I’m gonna lose it.”

“Yeah, and if I hear Arnhem Annie telling me to cross the river one more time, I’m gonna lose it.”

The weather had been far from ideal the moment they’d set up in Driel. It had barely stopped raining for more than a few hours, and they were confined to their foxholes during daylight hours because the Germans had the high ground across the river. They were cold, wet, hungry, and morale was starting to wane. Valerie had taken to crawling between the foxholes, both to keep the boys’ spirits up and to make sure they were alright. That was how she’d found herself tucked up between Gordon and Mellet one rainy afternoon.

“Look on the brightside, boys,” Valerie chuckled, “at least they’re playing American music for us in between all those surrender messages. And the supply guys have started bringing Stars and Stripes for us. We’ve got a regular home from home set up over here.”

“Oh, yeah,” Gordon snorted, “If it weren’t for all the rain, we could almost pretend it was a holiday.”

“Could be worse, I suppose,” Mellet chimed in. “We could be snowed under. Now, that would be a nightmare.”

“At least we’d be somewhat dry,” Gordon groused. “I’d rather be cold and half dry than soaked to the skin in a mucky foxhole.”

“Alright, I’ve had just about enough of you two complanin’,'' Valerie sighed, pulling herself over the lip of the foxhole and crouching down. “Try to stay positive boys. I know it’s hard out here, but we’re not the toughest damn company in the battalion for nothing.”

As Valerie got back to the CP, she was stopped in her tracks by Heffron.

“Lieutenant Landry, ma’am,” Heffron started, “Lieutenant Heyliger sent me to find you. He wants you back at Easy CP, quick as you can, ma’am.”

Valerie thanked him and sent him back to his foxhole, before making her way to find Heyliger. She moved quickly, worried that there was something wrong. It wasn’t completely out of the ordinary to be called to CP, but they didn’t make a habit of calling her unless it was urgent.

“I’m here, what’s happenin’? Is everythin’ alright?” She called, roughly shoving the tarp door aside as she entered the CP. Heyliger was waiting for her inside, his arms crossed.

“Yeah Valerie, everything’s fine, don’t worry.” Heyliger assured her. “But, it’s been noticed that you’ve been refusing hot meals and I’m worried about you. You need to eat, Valerie, to keep your strength up out there.”

“Is that all this is?” She sighed, exasperated. “I’ll eat with my boys when the third rotates back into reserve. Until then, I’m fine. It’s not fair for me to come back for a feed, while the boys are out there with nothing but soggy rations. It ain’t right.”

“I know, it’s not right,” Heyliger agreed. “If I could find a way to get hot food out to all the men, I would. But I can’t. I can only get it to my officers, and it’s important you take it. We may be at an impasse now, but we don’t know when they’ll strike. When they do, the men need you at your best, and you can’t be at your best if you’re not eating enough.”

Valerie knew he had a point, despite how much she disagreed with him. She’d been refusing meals for days while they’d been out on the line. She’d also been offering most of her rations to some of the hungrier looking replacements. Thankfully, Heyliger didn’t seem to know that, or he’d chew her out good and proper for it. All in all, she was starving, but she was willing to stick it out with her platoon for as long as it took.

“Moose, I… ”

“Don’t argue with me, Valerie,” he cut in, shaking his head at her. “I’m ordering you to battalion CP for a hot meal. For once in your life, don’t be stubborn. Just go and do it.”

She rolled her eyes in exasperation, but she knew he wouldn’t let it go. “Fine, fine, I’m going,” she grumbled, holding her hands up in defeat. “I don’t think it’s fair, but if you’re really gonna order me to go then I have no other choice, do I.”

“No, you don’t. Now, get going.”

Valerie left with a sigh, trudging reluctantly to the battalion CP. She had to admit to herself, the smell of the food wafting from the mess as she approached was mouth watering. She grabbed a large serving of spaghetti, and was just about to tuck in when Dick dropped into the seat across from her.

“About time you came to get a hot meal,” he commented, disapproval evident in his tone. “I haven’t seen you around here once since we dug in.”

“You have too much time on your hands, if you’re keeping track of who comes and goes for dinner, Dick,” she quipped, grinning as his cheeks turned red.

“Well… I just… I don’t like the idea of you starving yourself out there on the front line. You need to keep your strength up out there,” he stuttered, the pink stain on his cheeks deepening.

“I’m fine, Dick. There’s no need to worry yourself over me,” she assured, shaking her head. “And, my point still stands. They clearly need to give you more paperwork if you’re able to track who comes and goes from the mess hall.”

“Oh, paperwork is the one thing I’m not lacking in,” he grumbled. Valerie paused, taking a moment to survey him. He had a furrow between his brows that seemed to have made permanent residence there lately, and his fingers were tapping an incessant rhythm on the table. In all the time Valerie had known Dick, she was sure she’d never seen him fidget.

“Is everythin’ alright, Dick?” She asked gently. “You haven’t really been yourself since you moved up to battalion.”

“I’m fine… it’s… fine,” he sighed. “It’s just… not what I expected it to be like.”

“Well, yeah, I’m sure there’s less action, but… “

“There’s no action to speak of,” he interrupted, shaking his head morosely. “All I do is administrative work. I miss being out there with you, making decisions and getting involved. It feels less like a promotion and more like a punishment at this point.”

Valerie nodded, her eyes softening in sympathy. Dick had been in the thick of everything since Toccoa, aside from his brief stint with a clipboard back in Aldbourne. He was good at making quick decisions, and he always led from the front. She’d seen that back at Brecourt, and at the Island too. He enjoyed the satisfaction of a well executed plan, and she could see how being deprived of all that would start to wear him down.

“I get that,” she agreed. “You get used to the adrenaline of bein’ on the front line every day, and when that’s suddenly not there anymore it can take some gettin’ used to. Give it time, Dick, you’ll adjust.”

“Thanks, Val,” he replied gratefully, his lips tilting up slightly at the corner. “It’s nice to talk to someone who actually understands. Most wouldn’t.”

“Well,” she chuckled, “I’m not most.”

“No, you certainly are not.”

Valerie’s heart started to pound erratically from the fond look he was giving her. Her thoughts inadvertently flitted back to that moment in his office, where he’d given her a similar look and she’d been sure he was going to kiss her. Her palms clammed up as the memory resurfaced, and she could feel the heat rising up her neck.

“Well, on the brightside,” she said after a beat, “at least you get to spend plenty of time with Nix again.”

“Yeah,” Dick laughed, looking away from her, “I’m not sure yet if that’s a blessing or a curse.”

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Valerie was discussing movements with Harry at the Easy CP when they heard the gunshot pierce through the silence of the night. Their heads snapped up in unison, and they shared a concerned look.

“Jesus, Harry, that sounded close,” Valerie breathed shakily. “They’ve hardly decided to break the stand-off with an ambush, have they?”

“Doesn’t sound like it,” he disagreed, “there was only one shot. But, Dick and Moose said they were coming down here to do an inspection, so we better go and make sure they’re not in trouble.”

Valerie grabbed her rifle and swung it over her shoulder, before following him out into the night. As they jogged down the narrow path, they started to hear a commotion up ahead of them. They slowed, pulling their rifles into their hands and creeping forward cautiously. The shadows started to solidify as they got closer to the noise, and it was clear that there was no enemy ambush going on.

“Dick, Moose, is that you?” Harry murmured, swinging his rifle back onto his shoulder as they approached the pair of shadows.

“Yeah, Harry, it’s us. Moose is down, some jumpy private shot him because he forgot the passphrase,” Dick called back.

“Jesus, is he bad?” Valerie asked, closing the distance between them and falling to her knees beside Dick.

“His shoulder is a clean wound, but his calf is pretty cut up,” Dick huffed. “We need to get him back to battalion quick, give him the best chance we can of making it.”

“We gotta give him morphine, he’s in agony,” Harry said as he started wrapping bandages around Heyliger’s calf. “He won’t make it back to battalion unless we give him some morphine to dull the pain.”

Everything after that was a blur, and they were all so frantic in trying to save Heyliger that they became erratic in their actions. Valerie left as they picked Heyliger up to carry him, running ahead to call an ambulance and a medic.

“Gene, there’s an emergency,” she called loudly as she ran into the med-bay. Gene dropped the bandages he’d been carrying and ran straight over to her, worry evident in his eyes.

“What’s happened, are you alright?” He asked, giving her a frantic once over.

“I’m fine, it’s Moose,” she replied, “he’s been shot in the shoulder and the calf. His calf is pretty bad, and he’s lost a lot of blood. Dick and Harry are carrying him up now but he’ll need an ambulance to be evacuated.”

Gene sprang into action without another word. He called for the ambulance driver to get ready to go, then went to gather the supplies he’d need for the journey. Valerie followed close behind him as he rushed out to the ambulance and jumped into the back.

“Tell the driver where they are, Val, we’ll meet them halfway. We gotta give him the best chance we can.”

Valerie and Gene sat in anxious silence as the driver sped down the path. She was so caught up in her worry for Heyliger that she jerked violently against the back door of the ambulance when the driver stopped suddenly. Gene pushed past her and opened the door quickly, turning and pulling the stretcher out with him. Valerie jumped out behind him, searching to see where she could step in to help.

“Valerie said he’s lost a lot of blood,” Gene said as he grabbed Heyliger and helped the others put him on the stretcher. “You did the right thing bandaging him up to stem the blood flow. Have you given him morphine? I don’t see any syringes, where are they?”

“Uh… Jesus, I… I’m not sure,” Harry stuttered.

“Could have been two or three, we didn’t… “

“Two or three?” Gene exclaimed, his nostrils flaring. “Jesus, you could’ve goddamn killed him. You’ll be lucky if he survives as it is after that. What were you thinkin’?”

“We didn’t know what to do, he was in so much pain, we… “ Dick said frantically

“Well, you are grown ups! You are officers, you oughta know!” Gene shouted, glaring at them as he loaded Heyliger into the ambulance and slammed the doors closed. Valerie, Dick, and Harry watched in astonishment as the ambulance sped off and left them there, the silence echoing in the night around them. She had never seen Gene get that angry, not in all the years she had known him.

“He’s right,” Dick croaked, “it was so stupid to give him that much morphine. But he was in agony, and I just… “

“It’s alright, Dick,” Valerie assured, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “You did your best, given the circumstances and the shock.”

“It’s not alright,” he groaned, shaking his head in disappointment. “We could have killed him with a dose that high. I should have kept my head and handled it better.”

“It’s not your fault, Dick, we just panicked,” Harry sighed sadly.

“He’s gonna make it,” Valerie assured as confidently as she could. “Gene will take good care of him on the way to the aid station.”

“If he even makes it to the aid station,” Dick grumbled. “It’ll be a miracle if he does.”

“Dick, don’t be… “

“You two better get back to Easy, tell them they’ve lost another CO,” he cut in tersely, resentment clear in his voice and demeanour. “I’ll probably need to write a report on this, so I better get back. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

Valerie watched him go, his usual aura of self assurance replaced by sagging shoulders and clenched fists. If anything happened to Heyliger, he would blame himself. He always took it hard when he lost men under his command, and this would be no different. Part of her wanted to follow him, to make him see that it wasn’t his fault and he’d done his best. She knew she shouldn’t, though, that he’d probably prefer some time alone to process the whole ordeal.

“C’mon Val, we better head back,” Harry said quietly, breaking her from her thoughts. She took one last glance at Dick’s retreating frame before turning and heading back to the Easy CP with Welsh, neither of them uttering another word.

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Luck of the Irish

Warning Smut

Chapter 6

“We need to know what’s inside that farm house” Nix said

I was standing with Nixon and Harry, Harry’s platoon was in the lead and he needed to send some men to check it out.

“I don't know who to send” Harry said clearly distraught

“Ask volunteers” Nixon said, getting annoyed with Harry

“I hate asking for volunteers” Harry said, he looked around and locked eyes with me, hoping I would intervene, but Nixon was my superior at that moment and there wasn't a thing I could do.

“Then Pick them” Nixon said and looked through his binoculars

Harry turned and looked over his platoon, the men were clearly aware that this whole scouting mission could go sideways real fast.

“we need to take a look at that farm house, who wants to go?” Harry called out to the men in his platoon. They all seemed to duck down trying to become one with underbrush

In the end Blithe volunteered and Harry volunteered Dukeman and Martin, they were the lucky ones to accompany Blithe.

I had just turned around to tell Nix that I had a bad feeling about the farmhouse when a shot rang out and Blithe was struck in the neck by a sniper.

Shortly after we were pulled back to field camp north of Utah beach.

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I walked towards the Evac hospital on Utah beach. My mission was to find Karen and tell her about Meehan if she hadn’t already heard and at the same time visit Blithe.

The olive drabe colored tents stood in neat rows and the sides of the staff's tents were rolled up to allow the subtle breeze to pass through. The evac hospital which housed more than 400 beds was a grand sight. In the small spaces between tents nurses were taking breaks, smoking or reading whatever magazines they could get their hands on. I had been walking around for a while when a familiar figure appeared from one of the ward tents. Karen stretched her back and yawned and she looked around and when she saw me she smiled and waved. I gave her a hesitant wave back and she walked towards me.

“I am glad to see you” Karen said and squeezed my hand

“Yeah, I'm happy to see you too,” I said. I hesitated before spoke next

“Karen…Meehan was in stick 66, it took a direct hit and I am afraid that there were no survivors” I said and looked at my friend.

I could see the tears that formed in the corner of Karen’s eyes

“Yes I know, one of the first wounded I treated here was an Easy company man and he told me” Karen said and turned her head so i wouldn’t see the tears that streamed down her face. She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t imagine how she felt.

A shout came from the tent Karen had just stepped out of “I have to get back to work, but promise you will stop by” She said and gave me a quick hug. I nodded in response and I just watched her walk away.

I visited with Blithe for a little while, he refused to speak so I just sat there, taking a much needed break, because Harry and I were not exactly on friendly terms with each other.

Harry had found a half full barrel of calvados and had attempted to drink it all by himself. I had been busy with debriefings and sitting in on interrogation of POWs and that had left little time to spend with Harry and Easy. Harry had on one occasion been so drunk that he had passed out in the middle of the road.

I was sitting on a stool enjoying the sun when Winters found me. “There you lieutenant Christenson, we need to talk about Harry” Winters said and sat down on the grass next to me.

“Why?” I asked him.

“He is drinking quite a lot” Winters said

I sighed. I had looked forward to my afternoon off and now I had to go and yell at a grown man.

Winters and I found Harry sitting in an archway, with a cigarette dangling from his lip, he was clearly tired and/or drunk. Winters kicked his foot to wake him up and sat down next to him, I opted to stand leaning against the archway facing Harry and Winters.

“I just talked to colonel Sink, he said he appreciated Easy holding the line, said general Taylor was pleased” Winters said

Without opening his eyes Harry said “That's why I came to france, to please general Taylor”

Winters just shook his head, he stood up and limped away, guess that leg was still stiff and sore.

I sat down next to Harry and tapped his leg and he opened his eyes, for a moment I forgot why I wanted to talk to him, god he was adorable.

“Harry, are you drunk or tired?” I asked him

“Drunk mostly” He answered

“And that’s why Dick summoned me here” I told him

“Do you really think I'm so emotionless that this doesn’t affect me? I send a young man over a goddamn bridge on june 6th and he was shot right in front of me, yeah Harry I also need to decompress, but maybe we could have done it together, you know sex, the best stress release, but if alcohol is your solution, go join Nix he has the same coping mechanism as you” I said in a low, but stern voice, so that the whole company wouldn't get involved in yet another fight.

“Well I can’t go to Nixon, because that's where you're headed, am I right?” Harry said and turned away from me

“You bet, maybe he is willing to have sex so I can get some release” I said vehemently

I left Harry and this time I didn’t turn around to look at him.

I intentionally avoided Nixon and instead I went in search of Winters, but he was in some meeting with Strayer. So I walked down to the edge of the dunes and looked out over the ocean. I stood with my hands in my pockets and the wind blew in my hair. It wasn’t that I blamed Harry for drinking, it wasn’t like I hadn't tied one on since we were pulled back to the camp, but it was the quantity of alcohol and the passing out in the street that had me worried and ticked me off a little.

I felt a presence next to and turned my head to find Compton standing next to me. The tall man had a smile on his lips, but the haunted look in his eyes had me worried.

Harry sat up, removed his helmet and ran his hands through his hair a couple of times “I just survived the invasion, I send a men on a snafu scouting mission, while you just stood idly by and you wonder why I drink, did you not see the dead paratroopers hanging from the trees or hear the screams from the dying and wounded at Carentan, well excuse me for needing to decompress a little”

“You ok there Buck” I asked him

“Yeah, I was just thinking about why you have the need to sabotage your relationship with Harry” he said

“Old habits die hard I guess” I said

“Yeah and I remember that you are no stranger to excessive alcohol consumption” Buck said and nudge my shoulder

“Oh you mean that time when Sobel decided to ban alcohol for Easy company” I asked

Fort Bragg 1943

Sobel being Sobel had decided that the men’s alcohol consumption had too great an influence on the performance of the company, so he banned alcohol for the enlisted men and officers of the company.

What he didn’t know was that Nixon still had his stash of VAT 69 and that I had gotten my hands on some moonshine from a local farmer. Since I wasn't an officer I wasn’t exactly welcome at the officers quarters and that night's poker game was held at Karen’s quarters (Karen had been promoted and had her own quarters). Nixon, Meehan, Hester and Matheson, Karen and I, were playing poker and drinking and I got drunk, so much in fact that I ended up passing out and Nixon had to carry me back to my quarters and on his way there he had run into Welsh.

“What happened is she…is she ok” Welsh had been on the brink of panic when he had seen me passed out in Nix’s arm

“Relax she just drunk” Nixon told Welsh

Welsh had insisted on carrying me back to my quarters and put me to bed and evidently that had only fueled his animosity against me and his anger at Nix.

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“Yeah I remember how ticked off he was while we were at Bragg” I said

“Well what I really came to tell you was that we are moving back to England, so pack up and be ready in two hours” Buck said and left.

Aldbourne 1944

When we got back to England the men and the officers got leave and their back pay. I knew that they were heading to London and this included my brother. I decided to stay in Aldbourne with Winters and enjoy the peace and quiet.

Harry left for Ireland which gave me about a week to come up with a plan for how I would get him to forgive me again. Bucks words from Normandy had set thought in motion and I knew I had to work on myself and my relationship with Harry.

Winters had been tasked with rearranging the company and filling in the ranks. Harry and Buck both got promoted and Harry became Winters XO. and I got a promotion from 2nd to 1st lieutenant.

Harry and I didn’t really get a chance to talk the first few weeks after his return from Ireland. I was in and out of briefings on missions which got scrubbed because Patton and his tanks overran the dropzones.

Finally one evening I cornered him at the pub. I stood in front of the table where he said nursing a beer. “Harry I am sorry for what I said in Normandy, I was out of line and I know I said some hurtful things”

Harry kicked out a chair and motioned for me to sit down. “ I know you are sorry, you always are, I need you to figure shit out, because either you love me for who I am , just like I love you” Harry said

My heart stopped. “You love me?” I said

"Yes, you fool, I have loved you since the first time I saw you” Harry said and stood up and held out his hand, I got on my feet and took his hand. Harry moved through the crowd and when we got outside he pinned me up against the wall. He looked me straight in the eyes. He leaned in and kissed me, first moving his lips slowly against mine, but when he felt my response he groaned and pressed up against me. I could feel his thick erection pressing against my thigh and when my hand went down to rub it, he stopped me and I felt his mouth leave mine.

“No, not here, I’ll be damned if our first time is gonna be up against the wall of a pub” He said.

We almost ran back to my room at battalion HQ, since I was the only woman on the battalion staff ,except for Strayer's secretary, I had my own room. We tumbled through the door and Harry tore himself away from me for a second to lock the door. Harry had me pinned against the door kissing my neck while trying to find the zipper of the dress I wore and I was trying to unbutton his shirt, but I got impatient and tore at it so the last few buttons sprang all over the floor.

Once we were both naked he guided me onto the bed and laid down on top of me, he kissed his way down my sternum, down my fluttering stomach and kissed the inside of my thighs, before his mouth finally found the spot where I was aching to have him. His tongue circled my clit and when he slipped a finger inside me I moaned and when my hips bucked off the bed he laid his arm over my pelvis to hold me down. His fingers worked magic inside of me and felt the world explode around me. Harry got on his knees, rolled on a condom and he plunged inside me and it didn’t take long before we both came, we both laid spend for a minute. Harry got up to dispose of the used condom, he climbed back into bed and pulled me close. As we laid there I felt a sense of peace that I hadn’t felt since before Normandy, since I joined the army.

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